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| blacksheepboy |
Trying to distract myself by looking outwards, what do I see? I've noticed Iggy Pop's face everywhere recently, on posters and TV ads ... not for drug rehab or something but for ... car insurance. WTF? Did reality just perform a coup d'etat on itself without telling me? OK, I know even rock gods need car insurance, but they can at least have the dignity to pretend to be irresponsible - and give me a message with some substance please.
So, I felt betrayed, but that's not really what I'm ranting about. No, that was just the catalyst. The point is, when I look outwards, I find a world that's even crazier than I am, and way, WAY sicker. That's both comforting, and terrifying. Oh, you're waiting for the poem, right? Well, OK then, just for you, here it is. Got a thing for villanelles at the moment - seems like a surprisingly versatile form. By the way, I'm not sure if the phrase 'The war is over, and the bastards won' has been used in a poem before, but what the hell; the truth can always bear repeating, at least four times:
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The War is Over * Don't try to tell me it would be more fun to rock and rail and scream a rebel yell – the war is over, and the bastards won. * It's not the Devil or Attila the Hun who wants to know you've got a soul to sell. Don't try to tell me it would be more fun. * I saw it on TV, read it in the bastard Sun; Now Iggy's selling insurance. Fuckin' 'ell, the war is over, and the bastards won. * To shoot the world with my high-calibre love gun, or sit and swivel on a high-explosive shell? Don't try to tell me it would be more fun. * My brain's in the laundry basket – better run before they invent the pills to make me well. The war is over, and the bastards won. * I'll be a monk, and you can be a nun, when they take me to my padded cell. Don't try to tell me it would be more fun: the war is over, and the bastards won.
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Edited Fri 16 Jan 09, 2:50 PM by blacksheepboy
| 16 Jan 09, 1:06 PM Lee_Van_Spunkenfrick 3 yrs |
that ad with iggy pop gives me the creeps every time it comes it on .... i don't want to see some half naked old geezah with wrikly leathery looking skin prancing about like a demented loon on my tv while i'm eating my dinner ! all for one and fuck the rest | |||
| 16 Jan 09, 2:09 PM Sinmara UK(N), 6 yrs |
hmmmm I think he's sexy... maybe not his face *G* but the rest. Shame that he needs to do this advert though  ------ Come to the dark side - we have cookies! | |||
| 16 Jan 09, 5:23 PM Masters_Delight UK(WD), 5 yrs  |
He must be skint!
Agree about the bod its just a shame about the face. Im so fucking fabulous, i piss glitter. | |||
| 16 Jan 09, 5:35 PM blacksheepboy UK(CR), 4 yrs |
I guess so, but why doesn't he just make a new album? Even if it were crap, it would sell millions. Or endorse something else. Anything but godddamn car insurance (!!?!). What's the point having cake, if you can't eat it? | |||
| 16 Jan 09, 6:09 PM latexl0ver UK(EH), 3 yrs |
Johnny Rotten advertises country life butter!!!! I guess it's time to just cash in. | |||
| 16 Jan 09, 7:29 PM Doghouse_Reilly UK(MK), 6 yrs |
Even Shakespeare had to get paid. Anybody who says truth is stranger than fiction has never seen tentacle porn. | |||
| 16 Jan 09, 8:15 PM Masters_Delight UK(WD), 5 yrs |
The ad isn't likely to get shown in the USA so maybe he doesn't care what he advertises. Im so fucking fabulous, i piss glitter. | |||
| 16 Jan 09, 8:55 PM syndeetoo UK(WC), 6 yrs |
Maybe he's putting his grandchillun through college. Everyone's got to live. Mr Lydon sells butter. And unlike Mr sharp as a knife Lydon, I hardly think Mr Pop invested massively in real estate during his wonder years. Dont forget how much time he spent oblivious to practically everything, I reckon he would have died if Mr Jones hadn't looked after him in Germany.
Nothing is more fearful than imagination without taste. | |||
| 16 Jan 09, 8:58 PM MasterOfMe UK(WD), 6 yrs |
Nice poem 
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| 16 Jan 09, 10:36 PM MsNemi UK, 4 yrs |
I too am pretty growly about this, I know he's nearly a pensioner and heating bills have gone through the roof lately but jeezus.
Mind you the Jonn Lydon ads do have the saving grace of the extra stress he puts on the first syllable of Country Life One of God's own prototypes, a high powered mutant of some kind, never considered for mass production. Too weird to live, too rare to die. |
