these days i wake up and tune into a radio station, usually xfm, but sometimes classic fm, and i realise why i started collecting a personal collection of music, i can't listen to the gags and banter of the d.j. (whoever he / she might be), and the complete and utter lack of personal choice: added to the fact of advert interludes (which is a bit like watching turkeys being force-fed, even though you only hear the advert).
the more i do it, the more i tend to compare
it to the relentlessness of *slayer's raining blood
in terms of the casual & hollow beginning
and then the thick fudge riffs of the act of writing.
so on the radio they're gearing up to christmas,
they have plenty of these soppy homelessness
adverts, they tap into the pity, like it's everyone's
fault... 'i lost everything, my house, my job,
i became a derailed train, sleeping rough...'
then you watch a programme and some homeless man
says sleeping on the street was better than
getting accommodation under a tyrannical landlord
where fungus due to moisture grows on the ceiling...
they have the same advert in switzerland...
by that company dignitas (dignity)...
and their slogan is so much better...
it's: don't bother / learn the pagan way / gain pagan courage
when an emperor like nero tells a seneca
to end the narrative.