Showing posts with label placebo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label placebo. Show all posts

Saturday, 9 October 2010

The Placebo Effect (1)

 

The plan came from the idea that was called The Lotayo's Hold and it was a very simple idea.

There were a few suggestions to how the idea got its name from but nobody could afford to guess anymore these days, not when the dead were eating this planet alive. Nobody call each other by names anymore, they now called each other by the places they came from or the ones they were going. That notion alone suggested the depravity of the situation. Nobody knew how it began or when, but the day when CNN broadcast their reporters being eaten live in a refugee camp in Magadan, Russia on April's Fool day, it became the day that God played the biggest joke on mankind.

Lotayo's Hold was really named after a Mr. Lotayo who was a former businessman in Qingdao, Taiwan. He was rebranding classic melodies before April's Fool day 2011 and two weeks after that day, Lotayo was left to fend for himself in a junkyard behind his record company and ate rodents for survival.

The Lotayo's Hold was discovered when three reanimated found a way to get out from the recording studio where there were no more people to eat and surrounded Lotayo when he was having the first bowel movement since April's Fool's day. In the midst of knocking around one another, throwing his feces at the zombies and stumbling over garbage, Lotayo found himself then staring at the undead who were staring at the ground together. The three reanimated just stood there the whole afternoon staring at the same spot in front of them. When the day broke, Lotayo returned and realized that they mesmerizing by a looping tune that was playing from the defected disc-man.

The song was Led Zeppelin's Stairway to Heaven.

Two weeks later, Lotayo found his way to the local CDC and presented his findings on how to subdue the undead. The government then granted him twenty million dollars, a group of paramilitary and two weeks to perfect The Lotayo's Hold.

The idea was a simple one. Despite the lack of blood circulation and respiration, zombies' brains were still firing electrical impulses. Some music was found to be able to influence it or in science's terms, enabling a disturbance to their electrical impulses not unlike an epilepsy. Lotayo's report found that music with zingy repetitions like a triple loop of one chorus to three verses then a bridge or an instrumental solo worked best. Most zombies were found to be affected by rapid percussion as well.

Zombie's genre was rock after all.

Eleven weeks later, Brian Molko was summoned to the American CDC and why Brian had asked why, he was shown three clips.

The first one showed a sealed room with twenty zombies and Stairway of Heaven was played. Four undead went over to the radio and stood trembling there while the rest ignored them.

The second one showed a sealed room with twenty zombies and Radiohead's Paranoid Android was played. Seven undead surrounded the radio while the rest went on their ways.

The third one showed a sealed room with twenty zombies and Placebo's Special K was played . All twenty of them surrounded the radio, some were swaying along and one had even tapped its feet to the rhythm.

The plan that came from an idea named after a Qingdao businessman was a simple one. Summon all the undead to an island with Placebo's music and nuke the island.

That's ridiculous. Molko said.

He was then shown another three clips.

The first clip showed a harbor broadcasting Placebo's Meds and dozen and dozen of zombies swam towards the harbor. The tally showed that seventy one undead attended that broadcast.

The second clip showed a hologram on top of the Eiffel Tower broadcasting Placebo's 2009 Nurburg, Germany's concert. The tally showed eleven thousand undead had scaled the tower.

The third clip showed a live tribute band playing Placebo's Every You And Every Me in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. The tally showed two billion undead attended the concert.

This is ridiculous. Molko said.

The plan was a simple one. Placebo is to hold a concert two days later the shore of an island in the north, with their songs broadcast live another seven islands southeast, west and mid-west of the globe, a total of fifty thousand nuclear bombs would be detonated on them.

The plan was called The Placebo Effect.

 

Friday, 19 March 2010

Rant

More kids poured in. One more hour. The band probably will be late anyway. I was so bored. Standing bored. Rock gig is a funny thing. You pay hundreds of dollars, you have to queue hours, fight your way to the front and stand throughout the whole show. It’s pure sadism compared to going the Indoor Stadium.

Then a good old-fashioned conversation opened up. Not before me, but behind me.

Him: ‘Hi, you’re here alone?’ (Nice. This is gonna be interesting.)

Her: ‘Ya, you too?’

Him: ‘Yaya, My friends are not into Placebo.’ (So are my friends.)

Her: ‘Mine too. I always have to come alone for these gigs.’ (Alone? Awesome!)

Him: ‘Ah. So what else did you went?’

Her: ‘Paramore? (And some more shitty bands I cannot remember.)

Him: ‘I was there at Paramore’s too. It was awesome! So was Lifehouse!’ (Shitheads. Gay. Shitheads.)

Her: ‘Yaya, The sounds were amazing! I heard Stereophonics would be here. I can’t wait to go!’ (Dakota… Think that’s the only song I cared.)

Him: ‘Ah. I’m not into them…’

Her: ‘How about AC/DC? Or Led Zeppelin?’

Him: ‘Heard about them, but never really download their songs before.’ (Fraggot maggot.)

Her: ‘You should try Stairway to Heaven.’ (Or Immigrant Song, Black Dog, When The Levee Breaks…)

Him: ‘…’ (You and your Lifehouse cha-cha. Buried your head a hole and hide. A chick’s musical taste is better than yours.)

Her: ‘…’

Him’…’

Him: ‘So what songs do you think they’ll play tonight?’ (Nice rebound though.)

Her: ‘Hopefully all of their new album’s.’ (They should play all their old songs, cause I didn’t catch the new album.)

Him: ‘I hope they play Bright Lights.’ (Bright Lights?)

Her: ‘Yaya! I adore Bright Lights! I listen to it every night!’ (Must check out Bright Lights.)

Him: ‘I hope Battle For The Sun will be on too.’ (This conversation is getting annoying.)

Her: ‘I want them to play Infrared Red, you like their old songs?’ (This conversation is not getting annoying anymore. Discuss more on their older songs, cause they are the only ones I know.)

Him: ‘Actually I have only listened to their Battle For The Sun album.’ (GET OUTTA HERE!)

Her: ‘I like their ‘Meds’ album. It is the greatest.’ (I worship her. I really do.)

Him: ‘Do you like Every You And Every Me?’ (I am surprised you know that.)

Her: ‘Nope.’

Me and him went totally silent. This is bad. Who is she? What is she doing here not knowing what is that song? This is so wrong.

That could only be one reason.

Him: ‘This is odd but how old are you?’

Her: ‘I’m sixteen.’ (BURN! FLASH ALERT! JAILBAIT! JAILBAIT!) ‘And you?’

Him: ‘I’m twenty one…’

I pretended to look for friends I don’t have and turned around.

Gawd. She looked like nineteen and he looked like twelve.

Speak about plastic reality.

 

Sunday, 25 March 2007

Placebo - Meds




I was alone, falling free Trying my best not to forget
What happened to us What happened to me What happened as I let it slip
I was confused by the powers that be Forgetting names and faces
Passers by were looking at me As if they could erase it
Baby, did you forget to take your meds? x2
I was alone staring over the ledge Trying my best not to forget
All manner of joy All manner of glee
And our one heroic pledge That would matter to us
That would matter to me And the consequences
I was confused by the birds and the bees Forgetting if I meant it
Baby, did you forget to take your meds? x4
Sex, and drugs, and complications
And the sex, and the drugs, and the complications x3
Baby, did you forget to take your meds? x5
I was alone, falling free Trying my best not to forget

Saturday, 13 January 2007

Placebo - Drag (live acoustic)




you're always ahead of the game,
i drag behind,
you never get caught in the rain,
when i'm drenched to the bone every time,
you're the first one to swim across the scene,
i lag behind,
you're always ahead of the game,
while i drag behind..

i drag behind (x4)

you're always ahead of the pack,
i drag behind,
you posses every trait that i lack,
by coincidence or by design,
you're the monkey i got on my back,
that tells me to shine,
you're always ahead of the pack,
while i drag behind..

i drag behind (x8)

you're always ahead of the rest,
when i'm always on time,
you got a's on your algebra test,
i failed and they kept me behind,
i just gotta get off my chest,
that i think you're divine,
you're always ahead of the rest,
while i drag behind..

i drag behind (x8)

Placebo - A Song To Say Goodbye




You are one of god's mistakes.
You crying, tragic waste of skin.
I'm well aware of how it aches.
And you still won't let me in.
Now I'm breaking down your door,
To try and save your swollen face.
Though I don't like you anymore
You lying, trying waste of space.

My oh my. A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say,
Before our innocence was lost
You were always one of those blessed with lucky 7's,
And the voice that made me cry.
My oh my.

You were mother nature's son.
Someone to whom I could relate.
You're needle and your damage done,
remains a sordid twist of fate,
Now I'm trying to wake you up,
To pull you from the liquid sky.
'Cause if I don't we'll both end up with just your song to say goodbye.

My oh my. A song to say goodbye,
A song to say goodbye,
A song to say,
Before our innocence was lost
You were always one of those blessed with lucky 7's,
And a voice that made me cry.
It's a song to say goodbye.

Friday, 12 January 2007

Placebo - Follow the cops back home (MV)




This is the music video for Placebo's Follow The Cops Back Home. If you are impatient, kindly go to this link for the live version: http://raknax.multiply.com/video/item/59

The call to arms was never true
Time to imbibe here's to you
I'll tell you stories bruised and blue
Drum machines and landslides

Just one more round before we're through
More psychedelic yuppie flu
It's such a silly thing to do
Now we're stuck on rewind

Let's follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let's follow the cops back home
And rob their houses

The call to arms was never true
Let's take a ride and push it through
Suspended animation in blue
Blame it on apartheid

Let's spend the night in Jimmy Choos
I'll give you coats and cheap shampoo
I'll give you nothing else to do
Now we're stuck on rewind

Let's follow the cops back home
Follow the cops back home
Let's follow the cops back home
And Rob their houses

The call to arms was never true
I'm medicated, how are you?
Let's take a dive swim right through
Sophisticated point of view