Thursday, September 24, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Poetry - nazis national voters and televison
By Tourettes
Screams
Wake the dead in my ghost town
watch em stagger to supermarkets feeding gapping chest wounds
Below us Rivers of oily black karma run through budest sewers
Every night I lose myself in forests of digital waste and denial
Did you know Sleep is time travel, think about it
I am space pilot hurtling through sunbeams at a million breaths a second
Nothing is ever what it is ever
Keep this game running on token gestures
The poor are wing clipped canneries thrown into nightmares
if they emerge black lungs sucking air
Then mass production begins in earnest
I Downloaded Mason snuff films and overdub a laugh track
Everything is hilarious with a little distance
when I woke up tomorrow it stunk of yesterdays leftover promise
I was not amused
I know people who voted for national and own cute pets
Your fooling no one!
I think my cell phone wants to kill me
Fact is solidified fiction
All the better to beat you into compliance
The headlights of a howling future hurtle towards me now
There is darkness on both sides of this road
I take the middle line
Accidental martyr
Waving a tattered life insurance policy
The TV grins and preaches with Nazi innocence
I understand completely and feel nothing
Only the broken and addicts have a word for control
Screams
Wake the dead in my ghost town
watch em stagger to supermarkets feeding gapping chest wounds
Below us Rivers of oily black karma run through budest sewers
Every night I lose myself in forests of digital waste and denial
Did you know Sleep is time travel, think about it
I am space pilot hurtling through sunbeams at a million breaths a second
Nothing is ever what it is ever
Keep this game running on token gestures
The poor are wing clipped canneries thrown into nightmares
if they emerge black lungs sucking air
Then mass production begins in earnest
I Downloaded Mason snuff films and overdub a laugh track
Everything is hilarious with a little distance
when I woke up tomorrow it stunk of yesterdays leftover promise
I was not amused
I know people who voted for national and own cute pets
Your fooling no one!
I think my cell phone wants to kill me
Fact is solidified fiction
All the better to beat you into compliance
The headlights of a howling future hurtle towards me now
There is darkness on both sides of this road
I take the middle line
Accidental martyr
Waving a tattered life insurance policy
The TV grins and preaches with Nazi innocence
I understand completely and feel nothing
Only the broken and addicts have a word for control
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Beat: Arusi
Friday, September 11, 2009
Tyson Street Team Mission
Tyson Tyler is running a competition for his street team members giving them the oppurtunity to win one of his brand new tshirts that look something like this...
Heres the mish...
Mission Title: Help promote my album release (active)
Measurement: Impressions from 2009-09-10 to 2009-09-30
Reward: Tyson Tyler Reality Cheque Tshirt
Description:
promote my release/release party banners using the codes provided around the interweb (ie myspace, facebook, bebo, blogs, and forums) and the person who generates the most impressions wins a spankin' new Reality Cheque tshirt, and everyone else who takes part will receive absolutely free of charge - the warm fuzzy feeling of knowing they helped me. i'll owe you one cuz. thanks [less]
Resources: Join the mission to access the resources.
If you are not already a member of Tysons Street team just fill in the form below. Being a member also gives you access to fan exclusive downloads available at Tysons Reverbnation page.
Heres the mish...
Mission Title: Help promote my album release (active)
Measurement: Impressions from 2009-09-10 to 2009-09-30
Reward: Tyson Tyler Reality Cheque Tshirt
Description:
promote my release/release party banners using the codes provided around the interweb (ie myspace, facebook, bebo, blogs, and forums) and the person who generates the most impressions wins a spankin' new Reality Cheque tshirt, and everyone else who takes part will receive absolutely free of charge - the warm fuzzy feeling of knowing they helped me. i'll owe you one cuz. thanks [less]
Resources: Join the mission to access the resources.
If you are not already a member of Tysons Street team just fill in the form below. Being a member also gives you access to fan exclusive downloads available at Tysons Reverbnation page.
Poem: Boxing Day Vulture by Tourettes
He nestled amongst the wrapping paper
Although its sex was undermined
It had been decided it was a he by all concerned
“Look at that filthy fucking animal” said A
B shifted uncomfortably
“Oh don’t say that in front of the child”
“I’ll bet my left testicle it has lice” A continued
The vulture stretched its wings
Knocking a decoration of the browning Christmas tree
The vulture had been a gift for C
It came in a brown box with the words
“Instant animal just add water”
Written in messy hand writing on the side
“It likes it” B said pointing at C
A finished his beer
“That fucking child doesn’t have the sense god gave a mule”
C watched the bird as it proceed to eat the decoration
It reached out and stroked the course feathers on its back
The creature shrieked
And bit the Childs hand
“That’s it” bellowed A rushing out of the room
He returned with the axe B had given him two Christmases past
The bird watched him with dodo survival logic
Rattling around his black eyes
A brought the axe down on the creature
Over and over again
Until the gift was reduced to a mushy paste
Tears washed the shock off C’s face
“Look what you’ve done” B said picking up the screaming child and carrying him out of the room
“It needs to harden up anyway” A said opening another beer
Although its sex was undermined
It had been decided it was a he by all concerned
“Look at that filthy fucking animal” said A
B shifted uncomfortably
“Oh don’t say that in front of the child”
“I’ll bet my left testicle it has lice” A continued
The vulture stretched its wings
Knocking a decoration of the browning Christmas tree
The vulture had been a gift for C
It came in a brown box with the words
“Instant animal just add water”
Written in messy hand writing on the side
“It likes it” B said pointing at C
A finished his beer
“That fucking child doesn’t have the sense god gave a mule”
C watched the bird as it proceed to eat the decoration
It reached out and stroked the course feathers on its back
The creature shrieked
And bit the Childs hand
“That’s it” bellowed A rushing out of the room
He returned with the axe B had given him two Christmases past
The bird watched him with dodo survival logic
Rattling around his black eyes
A brought the axe down on the creature
Over and over again
Until the gift was reduced to a mushy paste
Tears washed the shock off C’s face
“Look what you’ve done” B said picking up the screaming child and carrying him out of the room
“It needs to harden up anyway” A said opening another beer
Monday, September 7, 2009
Beat: 7 Series Music
Free Download For Tyson Fans
There is a new FREE download for fans of Tyson Tyler at Reverb Nation.
One & Only is produced by Dan Exile Mawby and features on the upcoming Reality Cheque album.
Visit Tyson on Reverb Nation and become a fan now
Friday, September 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Cornchips and Dips.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
tubing
heres a pretty rough vid i just found of shelleen and i performing on drunk and disorderly tour
and another weird one of lil girls dancing to one of my songs, last one was way creepier than this
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