hey berlin brats.... HELP! Mirko (drummer from the Shrines) needs a room to live in ASAP..... preferably in neu koln or kreuzburg.... atleast 20 square meters and with roomates.... please email him at [email protected]
I wrote this song in French called "Empoisonneuse" 10 years ago, after spending the night in the house that belonged to Mme. de Brinvilliers she was known as "The Poisonner of Paris"... her story is intensly tragic, she was raped by her father and as revenge poisonned him and all her brothers, all this in the year 1666! She was beheaded and her body burned at the stake.... here is her story in song, i called her Elodie (cuz i love that name so much).... in French!!!!! She was also blamed for the murders of many children in a hospital, it was said she travelled through the sewers and catacombs into the hospital. EMPOISONNEUSE (F. Bourdil - F. Brissaud - A. A. Khan) Pourquoi tu ris toutes les nuits Empoisonneuse Elodie Tu joues avec des parfums interdits C’est pas du Chanel, hostie J’ai vu ta bicyclette dans le jardin des regrets Ca suffit Elodie T’as embaumé mon Coeur d’effluves de Malheur Empoisonneuse Elodie En mille six cent soixante six Tu as tué tous tes fils Sauf moi ton p’tit complice Qui connait tout De tes vices Les feux d’artifice dans tes yeux magnifiques Empoisonneuse Elodie On danse dans une transe de meurtre et de romance Allons-y Elodie La peau du crapaud et le sang de l’agneau est ta recette magique Enfant violée et par le roi décapitée Empoisonneuse Elodie En mille six cent soixante six Tu as tué tous tes fils Sauf moi ton p’tit complice Qui connaît Tous tes vices Derrière tes apparats de gente dame Se cache un poignard sans lame Tu me provoques en duel Et je choisis les larmes
When my kids were born 16 and 18 years ago, my wife and i decided never to have cell phones, so my daughters grew up with out the little screens and developed a love of painting, making music, enjoying nature and enjoying there youth full of wonder and creativity. If you dont believe just have a listen... my main message to all new parents keep them devices away from your kids! https://sabalou.bandcamp.com/
so if you are wondering if punk rock can be passed thru your genes (not jeans haha) it can! rest assured, just make sure you let them kids start writing anthems really early! i remember when saba lou heard me say the word "physical" she started laughing at how funny it sounded and then within minutes started singing this song... at 5 years old! Luckily i heard it, ran to the living room and recorded it on the 4 track.... ahhh the memories... she also thought the name "kalamazoo" was hilarious!
if you haven't already here is a chance to support a budding artist! https://sabalou.bandcamp.com/music
"For those of you who pray that real, honest-to-goodness, raunchy rock n' roll doesn't get wiped off the face of this fucked up beyond all recognition planet of ours..... your time to rejoice is NOW!!! Straight Outta Kassel - the same strange German Town where King Khan decided to inseminate and incubate his new brood - a group of young blood rock n' roll romantics who go by the name of "Catch As Catch Can" have put the city back on the musical map. This quartet hollers and hoots like the wild bunch of hormone drenched fuck ups that they are. They borrow from the beautiful world of Doo Wop harmonies, they twang like the greatest surf champions, they croon like drunken sailors landing in a Hamburg brothel for the very first time! These kids grew up on great rock n' roll and they keep the circle unbroken. Imagine if the Real Kids were a bunch of kids from Germany puking and shitting their way into the hearts of all those hungry for just a little more, loud, young, snotty, beautiful Rock N' Roll..... you can expect the best!!!!!" - King Khan
nothing says i love you better than the black power tarot.... buy one for your beloved today! https://khannibalism.bandcamp.com/merch/the-black-power-tarot-by-khaneaton
This year was a heavy one, we lost many loved ones who went on the Abyss forever more. I would like to offer these songs to all of your hearts, let them in listen to them with your families and friends. Enjoy these beautiful times while you still can. With love and light from our hearts to yours ABRAZOS The Khan Family
Asma Bano - My Incredible Nanna (R.I.P.) I remember moments of tyranny from my childhood, when my father would throw me into the backseat of his car after beating the shit out of me and then scream at me for hours while driving around claiming that he was going to the adoption agency to drop me off. Watching him beat me or my mother senslessly sometimes kicking us in the stomach while we were laying on the ground. There was one person who was always there, whose magic touch could heal these open wounds immediately, and that was my grandmother, Asma Bano. She was the light at the end of the dark tunnel, and taught me about how important it was to laugh and love with all your heart. When she was a kid she grew up in Ghazipur, India, where she once found a dirty joke book laying on the ground. The poet's name was Chirkeen and she kept the book hidden from her parents because she knew they would forbid it. She taught us many limericks from this book, my favourite one went like this... "From far away I saw eggs boiling, but when I went up close it was bald men jumping!" It actually rhymes in urdu. Nanna lost two husbands and a 5 year old daughter very early on and had to take care of my mother and 7 other siblings all by herself in the 50s and 60s in India. This was a very difficult task for a single mother at the time. We called her Nanna, and she also took care of my siblings and I from our births, as well as, all of my uncle's siblings from there births about a decade later. Imagine 8 children and 6 grand children raised by her and her incredible indian food, (she also made a mean bolognese). She was so proud of me when she met my wife and then each of my two kids, her first two great granddaughters. When Nanna was brought to Canada it was to take care of me and my siblings, to help my mother finish her PhD in Microbiology. It was here where she learned of what a violent abusive person my father really was and she became the almighty healer of both my mother and of us grandchildren. She paid me 200 bucks to cut my long hair back when I was 15. She would joke with me all the time, and would love it when i would parade around the house slapping my belly like a monkey. I remember her waking me up at 4:30 in the morning so we could watch Bela Lugosi's Dracula on TV together, when I was about 12 years old. I remember how much she loved Michael Landon in Highway to Heaven, probably because he was an angel on the show. She loved Alf, and Macguyver too... as you can see we watched alot of TV together... but at same time she would tell us great stories about India. My favourite one was about how witches in india would steal peoples souls by feeding them the meat of an owl. I remember how impressed Nanna would be when I ate spicy foods, especially just raw hot peppers, to this day I am a fiend for hot tongue burning mircha, a love that was cultivated by her. Without her I would not be the man I am today, she was the first healer in my life and also the one who made me a storyteller. I love you so much, Nanna, may your journey into the beyond be as beautiful as your journey was on this earth.
here is the poem i wrote for the arkestra, and the footage of me reciting it with marshall allen right by my side..... danny thompson dressed me up too!!!!! I performed it originally in berlin, this was the second time in Utrecht at Le Guess Who... We the People of Myths (by your intergalactic soul brother king khan) in realms we all suffer tyrannical lives wrought with pain misery's delights restrain and confine the sick denied medication their minds denied education their children denied initiation our legacy remains in space yet our poor ever bleeding hearts beat stronger as the hunger empowers it is the hunger that empowers as it sees no rescue in sight so we pause and look to the stars every teardrop that twinkles every frankie gone wild in nightly adventures is born a dream is born a light is born a hope that the stars that do twinkle is how our solar saviour communicates with all of us in binary, morse esperanto a message of infinite otherworldly importance lost in the darkness at the speed of light around the rings of saturn there dance the plutonian knights sun ra asked us to whose reality do you belong? are you a myth ? or are you a real sentient being ? capable of loving one and other for it is WE the people of the myths who are drawn to eachother who unite in the heliocentric spectral symphonies who squeeze notes from our instruments like prayers on our knees to neptune and saturn shall we return? For each disharmony in this realm we make sonic splendour for each harmony in this world we inflate our tears till they burst into galaxies of wonder we make these sounds instead of staring into the sun and from this strange place watch the whole world from under tied to this ship for a lifetime in sound in space do we dwell in space aren't we swell? like the leaders do tell SPACE IS HERE TO STAY SPACE IS HEAR TO STAY