The DJ took pills to stay awake for 7 Days

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  • rocker
    Fresh Peossy
    • Jun 2004
    • 16

    #16
    Re: Rocker

    Originally posted by Encryption
    Originally posted by rocker
    yeap, there are two tracks at least the newest
    first is from Pig and Dan from the "Addiction EP" from Sadie Records, song name is "the dj's took pills", the other one as mentioned is from Coldhouse V2.0 - Near C, great turkish producer called Mehmet Can Erdogan, came out on Mechanism Recordings early last year..

    The sample is from Jim Morrison's "An American Prayer" poetry album, taken from the poem "A Military Station In The Desert"

    The asshole who started it all....

    -e-
    And here's Encryption, the asshole who made it all possible !! :P

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    • Bluelove
      Getting Somewhere
      • Jun 2004
      • 243

      #17
      pig & dan awesome track, dj took pills
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      • hypoluxxa
        Are you Kidding me??
        • Jun 2004
        • 3371

        #18
        Thanks for the help... I just found it.

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        • FM
          Wooooooo!
          • Jun 2004
          • 5361

          #19
          Originally posted by lmmadic
          what was the version that was on digweed live in beirut set?
          pig & dan
          FM

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          • FM
            Wooooooo!
            • Jun 2004
            • 5361

            #20
            FYI, here's the whole poem...

            Can we resolve the past,
            Lurking jaws, joints of time?
            The Base
            To come of age in a dry place,
            Holes and caves.

            My friend drove an hour each day from the mountains.
            The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap.
            Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show.
            They gave out free records to the best couple.
            Spades dance best, from the hip.

            The music was new,
            black polished chrome
            And came over the summer
            like liquid night.
            The DJ's took pills to stay awake
            and play for seven days.
            They went to the studio
            and someone knew him;
            Someone knew the TV showman.
            He came to your homeroom party
            and played records
            And when he left in the hot noon sun
            and walked to his car,
            We saw the chooks had written
            F-U-C-K on his windshield
            He wiped it off with a white rag
            and smiling coolly drove away.
            He's rich. Got a big car.

            My gang will get you...
            Scenes of rape in the arroyo
            Seductions in cars, abandoned buildings.
            Fights at the food stand.
            The dust.
            The shoes.
            Open shirts and raised collars.
            Bright sculptured hair.


            Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? C'mon...
            I show you good time.
            This place has everything. C'mon...
            I show you.

            Angels and sailors,
            rich girls,
            backyard fences,
            tents,
            Dreams watching each other narrowly,
            Soft luxuriant cars.
            Girls in garages, stripped
            out to get liquor and clothes,
            half gallons of wine and six packs of beer.
            Jumped, humped, born to suffer,
            made to undress in the wilderness.

            I will never treat you mean
            Never start no kind of scene
            I'll tell you every place and person that I've been

            Always a playground instructor, never a killer,
            Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over,
            He maneuvered two girls in to his hotel room.
            One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger
            Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican.
            Poor boys thighs and buttocks scarred by a father's belt,
            She's trying to rise.
            Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games,
            Handsome lad, dead in a car.
            Confusion.
            No connections.
            Come 'ere.
            I love you.
            Peace on earth.
            Will you die for me?
            Eat me.
            This way.
            The end.

            I'll always be true
            Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe
            If only you'll show me Far Arden again.

            I'm surprised you could get it up.
            He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt.
            Haven't I been through enough? she asks,
            Now dressed and leaving
            The Spanish girl begins to bleed;
            She says her period.
            It's Catholic heaven.
            I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck,
            My chest is hard and brown.
            Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin,
            We could plan a murder,
            Or start a religion.

            I'll tell you this...
            No eternal reward will forgive us now
            For wasting the dawn.

            Back in those days everything was simpler and more comfused.
            One summer night, going to the pier,
            I ran into two young girls.
            The blonde was called Freedom,
            The dark one, Enterprise.
            We talked and they told me this story:
            Now listen to this . . . I'll tell you about Texas radio and the big beat.
            Soft driven, slow and mad
            Like some new language,
            Reaching your hand with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger.
            Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god,
            Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.
            Out here in the perimeter there are no stars,

            Out here we is stoned
            Immaculate.

            The movie will begin in five moments,
            The mindless voice announced,
            All those unseated will await the next show.

            We filed slowly, languidly into the hall.
            The auditorium was vast and silent.
            As we seated and darkened, the voice continued:

            The program for this evening is not new,
            You've seen this entertainment through and through.
            You've seen your birth, your life and death,
            You might recall all of the rest.
            Did you have a good world when you died?
            Enough to base a movie on?

            I'm getting out of here!
            Where are you going?
            To the other side of morning.
            Please don't chase the clouds, pagodas

            Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.

            It's all right, all your friends are here.
            When can I meet them?
            After you've eaten.
            I'm not hungry.
            Uh, we meant beaten.

            Silvery stream, silvery scream
            Oooooh, impossible concentration.

            Curses, Invocations
            Weird bate-headed mongrels
            I keep expecting one of you to rise.
            Large buxom obese queens
            Garden hogs and cunt veterans
            Quaint cabbage saints
            Shit hoarders and individualists
            Drag strip officials
            Tight lipped losers and
            Lustfull fuck salesmen
            My militant dandies
            All strange order of monsters
            Hot on the trail of the woodvine
            We welcome you to our procession.

            Here come the Comedians
            Look at them smile
            Watch them dance an Indian mile.
            Look at them gesture
            How aplomb
            So to gesture everyone.
            Words dissemble
            Words be quick
            Words resemble walking sticks.
            Plant them they will grow Watch them waver so.
            I'll always be a word man
            Better than a bird man.

            FM

            "Nowadays everyone is a fucking DJ." - Jack Dangers

            What record did you loose your virginity to?
            "I don't like having sex with music on- I find it distracting. And if it's a mix cd- forget it. I'm stopping to check the beat mixing in between tracks." - Tom Stephan

            Download/Listen To My Mixes
            Facebook!
            A Journey Into Sound On MCast

            Satisfaction guaranteed, or double your music back.

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            • sparza
              Getting warmed up
              • Jun 2004
              • 95

              #21
              how many pills should i take to stay awake for 7 days????

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              • lmmadic
                Gold Gabber
                • Jun 2004
                • 746

                #22
                Originally posted by sparza
                how many pills should i take to stay awake for 7 days????
                try it out sometime! hey, what's the worst thing that could happen gogogogogo
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                • sparza
                  Getting warmed up
                  • Jun 2004
                  • 95

                  #23
                  i have done it for 3 days...

                  anyone else???

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                  • Fooja
                    Getting Somewhere
                    • Jun 2004
                    • 150

                    #24
                    fucking tune!!!

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