Jollification! The Mary Pickford Blogathon

This past weekend, Classic Movies: The Blog hosted a Mary Pickford blogathon. In addition to being a lovely event containing many beautiful posts and informative links about “America’s Sweetheart”, the below music video I created was also graciously included, for which I am honored. Thanks KC!

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Two Gallants @ The Drunken Unicorn

Knocked down in 1st mosh pit in a decade + Puked on by random drunk chick + Drumstick from the best active band = Rock n’ Roll

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Two Gallants @ The Drunken Unicorn

Waves of Grain


“Waves of Grain” by Two Gallants

Pray betray the deceased,
Such an infamous freedom, such a militant peace.
How dare they distrust, do they know who we are?
And your progeny’s brave,
Their tract houses waiting, pre-plucked and pre-paved.
To the ends of the Earth: wife, kids and a car.

But oh no, no, I see them falling.
Let’s all pray for rain. Let’s all pray for rain.
And all your children are reared, by panic and fear.
But what when all your fields are rotten?
Your waves of grain. Amber waves of grain.
And your word is yet done, inbreed us ’til we’re all the same.

And your collection of tongues,
You keep framed in your parlour, with your bibles and guns.
The fetus of Christ, with a fistful of scars.
And your vision is clear,
While you blind your own kind in a curtain of fear.
Your words twisted skywards, distracted by stars.

But oh, no, no, the sky is falling.
Let’s all pray for rain. Let’s all pray for rain.
And you pour out your prayers, and weep ’cause you care.
But what when all your fields are rotten?
Your waves of grain. Amber waves of grain.
And you hide the dead while my friends head to die in your name!

“And this playground is yours”,
Spoke God, when you met behind closed doors.
Gesture your hand and the pawns shall subside.
And though you play alone,
You never get lonely, you never get bored.
Who needs a friend when God’s on your side?

But oh, no, no, I see them falling.
Let’s all pray for rain. Let’s all pray for rain.
And even I can’t pretend, we’re not near the end.
But what when all your fields are rotten?
Your waves of grain. Amber waves of grain.
When your days are done, I hope you’ve had fun with your game.

And you accepted as fact:
Behold a white horse, with you on its back.
A bow in your hand, a crown through your hair.
And the oceans shall rise!
And slap on the shores of mountainsides.
Great waves of progress shall wet the air.

But oh, no, no, the sky is falling.
Let’s all pray for rain. Let’s all pray for rain.
And you fools in the back, with your heads in your hats:
What when all your fields are rotten?
Your waves of grain. Amber waves of grain.
And my words won’t be done! They’ll never be done ’till the end!

Baba O’Riley

Thanks to smartphones, it is now much easier to convince someone that there is no song titled “Teenage Wasteland” by The Who.

Rock Timeline: From Classic Rock to Modern Crap [COMIC]

Rock Timeline: From Classic Rock to Modern Crap [COMIC]

by Winston Rowntree via Cracked

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