Nomeansno - Stocktaking...

Nomeansno - Stocktaking...

off of Wrong 12" on Cargo #007 / Alternative Tentacles #177 (1989)

Nomeansno - Stocktaking...

off of Wrong 12" on Cargo #007 / Alternative Tentacles #177 (1989)

Nomeansno - Stocktaking...

off of Wrong 12" on Cargo #007 / Alternative Tentacles #177 (1989)

Nomeansno - Rags & Bones live at the Vera - Groningen Dec 04, 1990...

Well, christ was married on the cross My father was married to my mother And I am married to a cigarette butt Lying in the gutter I am married to a cigarette butt Lying in the gutter

Well, that's too bad

Rags and bones Are we finally alone?

White man, you, you, you, you You just startin' to get the blues Yeah, the blues

(Sing it:)

Rags and bones Are we finally alone?

The beast has arisen All sins are forgiven In the belly of the beast I shall be released

She rises Captain Captain Dive! Dive!

If I could choose to believe Or not to believe You know I would choose not to But I can't choose not to No bloody way

Rags and bones Are we finally alone?

Any old rags and bones? Who would've thought that I would be A sailor on the deep blue sea Any old rags and bones?

Nomeansno - The Day Everything Became Nothing (Live Utrecht 1990)

the day everything became nothing, i was standing under a streetlight, wishing i had a cigarette. i can't recall anything unusual about it. if there was something in the air, if the skies had clouded over, i wasn't aware, i was too bored to care. no thunder roared. no lightning cracked. no missiles rained from the sky. this was no sneak attack. there was just suddenly this awful lack. things had changed, that's for sure. the day everything became nothing, you couldn't put your finger on what had gone wrong. the alleys were still dirty; the garbage still smelled; there was no panic in the streets; just a lot of grief--in people's faces, in their eyes--a mixture of horror and total surprise. this was no apocalypse. no one heard a voice from the sky, there were no miracles at the 7-eleven, no one screamed, no one even asked why. it was just like everything had somehow, quietly died. so let it die! i can't recall much of what happened next. i was on my way to visit this woman i knew. all we had in common was good sex, and now i couldn't even remember her address. a group of us, just strangers, got together and we formed a committee to discuss the problem. we talked about things like assured mutual destruction and emotional responsibility. i couldn't remember my name, so i called myself bob. it's weird being a bob, but i'll get used to it. i have to.

Nomeansno - Rags And Bones off of Wrong 12" on Alternative Tentacles (1989)[audio only]

Nomeansno - Stocktaking off of Wrong 12" on Alternative Tentacles (1989)(audio only)

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