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- VIDEOS
- NEW Tshirts
- the band
- own your own Simon Morse print!
- scandalous use of our name award
- Minuit lyrics
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VIDEOS
FUJI
SUAVE AS SIN
EXCEPT YOU
LOCK THE DOORS, BLOCK THE ROADS (live)
I HATE GUNS
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T-SHIRTS
YOU WANT 'EM? YOU GOT 'EM!
Check CLOSET for new Minuit T's!!
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THE BAND
THE BAND, Minuit..these film pics are from The Living Room doco shot by Sticky Pictures, Wellington which is included on the GUNS EP
RUTH CARR - vocalist, antagonist and yet
all-round peacekeeper..
RYAN BEEHRE - AKA FunknSloCuts, commonly hangs with the Kurnel MC DJing at that corner club near you..
PAUL DODGE - i can write whatever i want, cos i'm the one writing it..
and here's you...you and the guy with the chopper beard and sunnies..
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OWN your very own SIMON MORSE PRINT..
yep thats right, Simon Morse - all time famous horror-whore comic artist known for his designs with ILLICIT CLOTHING and CHOPPER CHICK comics - created la femme (and her stocky yet oh-so-cute pooch 'dogette') in the animated I HATE GUNS video...
now he has captured la femme and dogette as a stylish A2 print in suitably sleek 'nobody-#&%*s-with-me-and-mine' pose
...for NZ$60 you can own your very own - prints are individually numbered and signed...(and depending on how friendly your email is this may or may not cover postage...)
just email to minuitlikesbreaks@yahoo.com and we'll sort it..
"If you know anything about comics, chances are you'll have heard of Simon Morse. Thats because he's a bloody legend..." The Package
Check his credentials at www.illicit.co.nz/simonmorse
cool eh!!
PS speaking of videos...praise also has to go to Dylan and Tim who then took Simon's femme, animated her AND an entire shopping building to make a fantastic video...cheers fellas...soon to be online at www.amplifier.co.nz
I HAVE DECIDED TO INITIATE A RANDOM "SCANDALOUS USE OF OUR BAND NAME IN AN OBSCURE CONTEXT" AWARD
there are some cool ones out there, all submissions eagerly received - minuitlikesbreaks@yahoo.com...please bear in mind that submissions have not been doctored / nursed / photoshopped / added to / subtracted from...but have just been stumbled across thinking that we'd all never find them...and are all in fact a scandalous rip off of this poor starving indie band from new zealand!!.............i've lost count of how many there are....the awards go to....
- just a bit of a gratuitous shot at the end here....
Previous Recognition.....
- apparently this is supposed to look uncannily like us....bollocks!!...that whole Oliver Twist thing is SO 1800s....though admittedly Ryan does have a hat lilke that.....
...and you can't get by without a lovey- dovey one....
yes - Minuit on the Grand Canal...i've never been to the grand canal!!...but if there's guns and gondolas...i wanna go...
LYRICS – THE GUARDS THEMSELVES
IM
SORRY BABY
I’m
sorry baby, your dreams never come true but your nightmares maybe
I am so sorry baby, your dreams never come true but your nightmares do
GUARDS
THEMSELVES
Who will guard the guards themselves from taking over
I know you never listened to a single word I told you,
I have the brains to tell you its finished and I’m not coming back now
I’m not coming back now
Asphalt in December
You are hotter than
The sun in January
I lost my heart
In the month of February
I’ve got it back now that its March
BURY
YOU IN
I bury you, as deep as I can
But you keep turning up like the resurrection man
You’ve made my bed but I won’t lie in it
I fly from it
And fight for it
And burn the sky at night for it
You’re way back home?
You’re way back home?
You’re way back.
You’re way back home.
Well
he’s as suave as sin
Listen listen listen
But I know where he’s been
Listen listen listen listen this time
Listen listen listen
You
never say hello
You always say goodbye
It’s just like you are always leaving
And never seem to arrive
You
are here, I exist
We’ll fight the nothingness
I’m in the kitchen cleaning the silver
He’s in the bedroom at the computer
FUJI
Here's to those who thought you knew me, i'm like 36 views of Mt Fuji, ashamed of this way that i behaved, call me what you like..
Prepare for an assault by ear this is hi-tech advanced audio warfare, we are now gaining ground by this that you hear, call it what you like, call it what you like..
I'm like a nomad and this is my tribe..
LOCK
THE DOORS,
BLOCK THE ROADS
The mastermind in disgrace
You really could be the hallowed see
The hater of controversy
You really could be the prophecy
The speaker of a million tongues the voting masses number one
The voting mass is number one
Turn the lights down low
Here’s the crowd, here we go
The voting mass is number one
The voting mass is number one
Even
if you’re lying please tell me that everything’s going to be fine
Even
if it’s lying I want you to tell me that everything’s fine
DO
ME IN
Beautiful words and brave new worlds, they do me in
I’ve
got a, grand vision, marching down the street in millions
But I don’t know , if it could be, I keep them secrets even from me
Can you hear
Can you hear me calling out your name
Can you hear
Of
regrets you have a few, everything you say and do
FAKE
It’s
fake, its fake
Just take everything you hate and make
It stand before you and debate its case
The reasons why it should be in this place, this place, this place
The
game is not
To be repeated but just played again
Until that most important day, today
You say you’ll make all of them pay their way to see the grave
I
thought I’d start you
Off in hell first
And then I’d move you
To some place that’s much worse
But safer than death, but safer than death
Much safer than death
FOREVER
There is something it’s tyrannical in the botanicals
Got a message from the radicals and all my bad-ass girls
There’s information on the radio, unstable though
I am only good at leaving
Bring it on right now I am ready for the shock of the new
I though it was about me, but it is always about you
I am only good at leaving
I am only good at leaving
I don’t know where this is, why won’t you let me stay here
A
ROOM FULL OF CUTE
I
forgot to mention, you are beautiful, how you give it all and you take it
back.
THE
SUM OF US
The
sum of us
Mayn’t amount to much
Yet I believe you’re mine
If I want
And I do
Satisfaction
guaranteed
Infinite warranty
You are mine
If I want and I do
You are mine
If I want
And I do
And I do
I do
I
HATE GUNS
They
tell me it’s the ultimate accessory
They pretend they’re not, but they all are trying to sell me, sell me
Something, anything, with their name on it
And another thing
I
hate guns.
Still busy killing Abel
I
hate guns
Well I’ll get right on it
What you think this is fun?
We have just begun, to move it, to move it, to move it
Live to move it
The
biggest heist of all time
Is in your own mind
What you think it’s over?
They’re offering their shoulder, but I’m not done yet.
No I’m not done yet
I’m not done yet
This
music is good for the species,
This music is good
LYRICS
– THE 88
The
Boy with the Aubergine Hair
Me
and the boy with the aubergine hair
Travel
the world with only 3 cares
One is of money, and 2 is of time,
3
is the tragedy that you are not mine
Sundays
all of my demons rest
But
today’s not a Sunday
Sundays
all of my demons rest
Rest,
rest, rest, rest, rest
Claire
my
hole in the sky
filled
with sun and passion
i’m smiling and laughing, I’m smiling and laughing, I’m smiling and laughing
and
I’m restless
with
high provocation
the
future is crashing
I’m
crying and laughing, I’m crying and laughing, I’m crying and laughing
but I’m reckless
But
I’m restless and I’m reckless
Menace
looked into your smile
and my heart did something drastic
you’re not the one
but I
think you’re fantastic
my head has thoughts
that will remain unspoke
I
think my hearts really broken
I
think my hearts really broke
I would not fear death
if I could take you with me
I
don’t believe in anything that I see
Except
bits of you and possibly bits of me
this
chaos has consistency
you’re
a menace,
to
the female sex,
you’re
a menace, baby
this
chaos has consistency,
but
I think you’re fantastic
Species
II
if
this is peace then, i like it
if
this is pain then, tell it from me i’ve seen worse
if
this is hope then i like it, i want it, i’ll take it now
if
this is truth then, i doubt it
if
this is fiction then, it’s more believable
if
this is love then, it’s nothing but i like it, i want it, i’ll take it
now
Except U
I
never kept anything I stole, I never stole anything I kept, except u,
except u
I
never broke anything I had, I never had anything I broke, except u, except
u
I
never do anything I like
I
never like anything I do
I
never do anything that’s right
I
never do anything
I
never have anything I want
I
never want anything I have
Except
u, except u
I
never own anything I like
I
never like anything I own
I
have no-one I can call my own, except u
I
never see anything I like
I
never like anything I see
I
never see anything but me
I’d
like to see you sometime
I
never say anything I mean
I
never mean anything I say
I
never say anything that’s true
Except
what I say to u
Queen
88
i’ll
show you who is queen, I
Djordj
– [george]
i
do my sums on fingers and thumbs
42
dead marked on the wall in my bathroom
dislike
religion
and
i don’t like snow,
one
cools me down, the other leaves me cold.
i
have been told
ideas
that are sold
put
you in your grave
and
god is in his ghetto
she’s
screaming in staccato, and god is in his ghetto
Milk
you
are the darkest side of money i have ever seen yet
the
game was one of mettle now it’s turned into one of death
you
are the darkest, the darkest i have ever seen yet
intruders
in your mind
working
you over time
a
movement to your right
incoming
at head height
you
are the darkest side of money i have ever seen yet
the
game was one of mettle now it’s turned into one of death
you’re
hearing noises there is someone standing at your door
i’ll
tell you now you better hope it isn’t me
lies,
and statistics
they’re
chopping the globe to bits
your
business and industry
are
terrible company
i’ll
throw you to
i’ll
throw you to
i’ll
throw you to….the elements
a.m.e.m
the world is full of creeps
and freaks and you
the world is full of creeps
and freaks and you
and
everything
i’ve
got a big bad thing for the son of a preacher
it’s
like the hardest thing to continually feature
in
his sacred book of the apostles and teachers
it
always starts like this and it ends in fiasco
it
always starts like this
i’m from the black lagoon,
i’m an insolent creature
i am a small sly thing and
i’ve something to tell you
join
in the exodus or you’re travelling solo
it’s down to hit or miss
which is something that i know
i’ve
got a big bad thing for the son of a preacher
blood is thicker than water,
money’s thicker than blood
Body-Shaped
Box
grasp you, clasp you,
i’ll say anything you want
make you, hate you,
i’ll do anything you want
i’m
waiting for the revolution in you
grasp you, clasp you,
i’ll say anything you want
we’ve got a body shaped box
with your name on it
we’ve got a body shaped box
with your name on it
we’ve got a body shaped box
with your name on it
we’ve
labelled it
Nymphs
if
you had to be hunted down, would it be by the nymphs who made you laugh or
the ones who taught you truth
mister,
pullover she knows what you’ve done, she sits on her hands while the
memories come
she
turns her head slowly and watches you walk
she
watches you walk
she
watches you
if
you are the one
for
control
Soviet
Airhostess
this
mind is up for rent,
but
it’s not a good investment…
Aires
set
me any task
this
girl was built to last
assholes
of the world unite together
and
hunt in packs
fear
does not just appear
it
has a source
and tracking it down
is simply a matter of course
it
doesn’t matter of course
just throw it over your shoulder
like salt and bad luck
one day you will be older
then you will be old enough
i’ve heard it many times millennium,
2000 year trance
i
just want to get busy and dance
i
just want to, i just like to, i just want to get busy and dance and dance
aires
and extremities hard to follow remedies
Jumble
Your
lie, your lie, your lie,
encapsulated
in my midst
and
I am happy for me
and
I am happy for me
and
I am happy for me
I keep a jumble in my head
and monsters in my
pocket
Everybody wants the truth
but nobody has got it
Jealous of my underlings
and the ones that I despised
Everybody wants the truth
but all they tell are lies
Your
lie, your lie, your lie
I locked my faith in a drawer
that now I never open
Everybody wants the truth
‘coz there’s nothing else to hope in
I keep one eye on the papers
the other on my wallet
Everybody wants the truth
but nobody has got it
Your
lie, your lie your lie encapsulated in my midst and I am happy for me
And
I am happy for me
And
I am happy for me
I put pretty dresses on
the skeletons in your closet
Everybody wants the truth
but nobody has got it
You write up lists of enemies
that never have existed
Everybody wants the truth
but, I think that you have missed it
With a lackadaisical approach to storytelling,
a little libel goes a long way...