Ramblings of a Rock Star

Midnight twilight, shadows reaching
broken needles litter bloodstained floor
jousting for dollar bills, tens and twenties
phone rings... "Negro and blanca"...
"20 minutes... K-mart..."

No more needed be said
I'm there
corpse walking, bloodshot eyes searching
for Juan... make the score - it;s life...

The ultimate deathtrip
only a matter of time before the Man
comes knocking, battering ram
shatters flimsy door...

Jail food tastes like shit when you're strung out...

POP CULTURE

Coca Cola and Cheerios dream
The golden arches salute you
have a nice day
God bless America
home of the supermodel
and suburban transvestite stars
Pop Culture
I think I'm going to be sick

Network television and MTV
Cartoon Network a million channels for the dumb
no more hula hoops only baggy pants
and street slang, Yo...
Pop Culture
killing me...

No more housewives only material girls
and dot.com millionaire geeks
Cell phones sucking the life out of dying brains
Pop Culture

David Cassidy's been replaced by burger wars and boy bands
fashion princess wannabes puke up their guts
lest they lose their cosmopolitan dreams
no more soul, no more freedom, everyone looks like shit
Pop Culture

Blech...

WHISKEY & LEATHER

Right or wrong - I feel the pain
It hits like a shot to the brain
Why must things be so dramatic
I don't know, but I feel estatic, 'cos...

I know things will be better
When I get my Whiskey and Leather
they make me feel allright
when I'm alone in the middle of the night

All alone - don't give a fuck
so tired and I'm running out of luck
I feel like a puppet on a string
I just need my favorite things, 'cos

I know things will be better
When I get my Whiskey and Leather
They make me feel allright
when I'm alone in the middle of the night

So confused - I need to think
Settle down with my favorite drink
Why must things be this way
I'm waiting for a better day, 'cos...

I know things will be better
When I get my Whiskey and Leather
They make me feel allright
When I'm alone in the middle of the night...


............... RAMBLINGS OF A ROCK STAR RAMBLINGS OF A ROCK STAR was originally published in 2001 as a 24-page B&W fanzine.Below are some excerpts from the book, which features spoken word, poetry, song lyrics, and art by none other than Paul Diamond Blow... this book also has been referred to as "Legend of a Super Ego"... The original 24-page booklet is now out of print, so there are no more copies available. HOWEVER, Paul Diamond Blow has just published an exciting new 140-page book which expands on the original fanzine with MORE poetry, spoken word, song lyrics, and lots of new photos and art! Click here to check it out!
KFC DRIVE THRU Succulent chicken meat dangling on ice and William Shatner on my mind. beam me up to bliss hunger stikes high around midnight and sometimes noon there remains a Feast to be devoured so I hurry in my 1984 Cutlass Supreme to gain ectasy and perhaps cherry pie heaven... "May I take your order?" "Might I have a pound of unfeathered flesh meat, sauced to perfection extra crispy a morsel for a man of exquisite tastes and humble desires... thighs fleshy and tender, breasts full of desire and yet tangy and sweet... my tongue awaits your pleasures..." "Would you like anything to drink with that?" "A glass of ice water would be lovely..." And so it goes...
SHADY PAST Midnight twilight, shadows reaching broken needles litter bloodstained floor jousting for dollar bills, tens and twenties phone rings... "Negro and blanca"... "20 minutes... K-mart..." No more needed be said I'm there corpse walking, bloodshot eyes searching for Juan... make the score - it;s life... The ultimate deathtrip only a matter of time before the Man comes knocking, battering ram shatters flimsy door... Jail food tastes like shit when you're strung out... POP CULTURE Coca Cola and Cheerios dream The golden arches salute you have a nice day God bless America home of the supermodel and suburban transvestite stars Pop Culture I think I'm going to be sick Network television and MTV Cartoon Network a million channels for the dumb no more hula hoops only baggy pants and street slang, Yo... Pop Culture killing me... No more housewives only material girls and dot.com millionaire geeks Cell phones sucking the life out of dying brains Pop Culture David Cassidy's been replaced by burger wars and boy bands fashion princess wannabes puke up their guts lest they lose their cosmopolitan dreams no more soul, no more freedom, everyone looks like shit Pop Culture Blech... WHISKEY & LEATHER Right or wrong - I feel the pain It hits like a shot to the brain Why must things be so dramatic I don't know, but I feel estatic, 'cos... I know things will be better When I get my Whiskey and Leather they make me feel allright when I'm alone in the middle of the night All alone - don't give a fuck so tired and I'm running out of luck I feel like a puppet on a string I just need my favorite things, 'cos I know things will be better When I get my Whiskey and Leather They make me feel allright when I'm alone in the middle of the night So confused - I need to think Settle down with my favorite drink Why must things be this way I'm waiting for a better day, 'cos... I know things will be better When I get my Whiskey and Leather They make me feel allright When I'm alone in the middle of the night...
All words by Paul Diamond Blow, copyright 2001. "Ramblings of a Rock Star" published January 2001 by KILLING PIG BOOKS. 150 numbered copies printed, now sold out.