Humanity's Lens: Performance - 1970

[IanEye]

Humanity's Lens: Performance - 1970

Funny how secrets travel

I'd start to believe - if I were to bleed
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Two men in the year 1092 stood on the ramparts of a medieval castle - the Eagle's Nest - perched high upon the crags of the Persian mountains:
the personal representative of the Emperor
and the veiled figure who claimed to be the incarnation of God on earth. Hasan, son of Sabah, Sheikh of the Mountains and leader of the Assassins, spoke: "You see that devotee standing guard on yonder turret-top? Watch!"
He made a signal. Instantly the white-robed figure threw up his hands in salutation, and cast himself two thousand feet into the foaming torrent which surrounded the fortress.
"I have seventy thousand men - and women - throughout Asia, each one of them ready to do my bidding. Can your master, Malik Shah, say the same? And he asks me to surrender to his sovereignty! This is your answer. Go!"
Such a scene may be worthy of the most exaggerated of horror films. And yet it took place in historical fact. The only quibble made by the chronicler of the time was that Hasan's devotees numbered "only about forty thousand." How this man Sabah came by his uncanny power, and how his devotees struck terror into the hearts of men from the Caspian to Egypt, is one of the most extraordinary of all tales of secret societies. Today, the sect of the Hashishin (druggers) still exists in the form of the Ismailis (Ishmaelites), whose undisputed chief, endowed by them with divine attributes, is the Aga Khan.

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Took a trip in Powis Square
Pop star dyed his hair


No fans to scream and shout
When mobsters came to flush him out


Gangland slaying underground
New identity must be found


On the left bank for a while
Insanity Bohemian style
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doppelgangers - PherberGirls



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I'm deranged - down down down
Renee


So cruise me babe - cruise me baby
Alice
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doppelgangsters

Yassassin - I'm not a moody guy
Yassassin - I walk without a sound


Yassassin - Just a working man, no judge of men
Yassassin - But such a life I've never known

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sthRYIB91P8
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http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/135/zbowiehp7.jpg
black and blue lodger
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"Yassassin" (Bowie) – 4:13
"Repetition" (Bowie) – 2:59
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJ6b3YGeRSg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-LDE3Edkv0
jazzjazzin' (Gene_Genet)
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see also:
http://www.phinnweb.org/neuro/assassins.html
http://home.comcast.net/~flickhead/Performance.html
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[IanEye]

M E M O_F R O M_T U R N E R




Didn't I see you down in San Antone on a hot and dusty night?
We were eating eggs in Sammy's when the black man there drew his knife.
Aw, you drowned that Jew in Rampton as he washed his sleeveless shirt,
You know, that Spanish-speaking gentlemen, the one we all called "Kurt."
Come now, gentleman, I know there's some mistake.
How forgetful I'm becoming, now you fixed your bus'ness straight.
I remember you in Hemlock Road in nineteen fifty-six.
You're a faggy little leather boy with a smaller piece of stick.
You're a lashing, smashing hunk of man;
Your sweat shines sweet and strong.
Your organ’s working perfectly, but there's a part that's not screwed on.
Weren't you at the Coke convention back in nineteen-sixty-five
You're the misbred, grey executive I've seen heavily advertised.
You're the great, gray man whose daughter licks policemen's buttons clean.
You're the man who squats behind the man who works the soft machine.
Come now, gentleman, your love is all I crave.
You'll still be in the circus when I'm laughing, laughing in my grave.
When the old men do the fighting and the young men all look on.
And the young girls eat their mothers meat from tubes of plasticon.
Be wary of these my gentle friends of all the skins you breed.
They have a tasty habit - they eat the hands that bleed.
So remember who you say you are and keep your noses clean.
Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast.
Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please.
The baby is dead, my lady said, "You gentlemen, why you all work for me?"




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[yathrib]

Pretty pictures, but.... Huh? What are you trying to say?