God help us all.

The Associated Press
Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001; 10:29 a.m. EDT

NEW YORK -- In a horrific sequence of destruction, terrorists crashed two planes into the World Trade Center and knocked down one of the 110-story towers Tuesday morning. Explosions also rocked the Pentagon and the State Department and spread fear across the nation.

Everything in its right place

When something like this happens, it makes the rest of life seem so small. Like anything I could possibly do would be disrespectful to those who've lost people.
But I think sitting and watching news reports go over what I already know couldn't help either.

Well said, Graham.

When I got to work this morning, we had no power. We had an hour to sit on our hands and be silent in darkness. No radios.
I hardly remember work. I listened to Kid A on top of the news and mourned and mourned and mourned silently.

Nearly broke down listening to NPR on the way home. It was all too much. The fear in the voices of people real people in DC/NY was heartbreaking.

Impressive special effects, my mind thinks.

Jesus, cries my heart, that's real.

I can't watch the TV.

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

half-staff tears

I so wish you could hear this with the accompaniment. Go buy Godspeed You Black Emperor!'s f#a#(infinity) album tomorrow and listen to it. Please.

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monologues - the dead flag blues (intro)

this monologue appears at the beginning of the dead flag blues from the album f#a#oo; it's read by lee marvin and comes from incomplete movie about jail, an unfinished film that efrim wrote and has been working on for the last five years.

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the car is on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows

the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn

we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death

the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair

the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze

i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days"

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever

we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death

i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood

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I have seen too much / I haven't seen enough

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