The Bukowski Tapes by Barbet Schroeder
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I just got a new, legitimate DVD of this on Amazon, and the sound and picture are out of sync. I looked for this topic on the forum but didn't find anyone mentioning it, though I could have missed. Has it happened to anyone else or does anyone know if this is a common problem? I guess I'll exchange it for another copy, and I hope it is not a problem with alot of them.
Thanks.
Thanks.
In Part 2 there's a great bit about 15 minutes in. He's drunk and waffling on a bit. Then he starts talking about not liking people and out comes the following bits.............
"this whole place is diseased with the presence of everybody but myself. Now Linda's gonna come back I'm not gonna be happy when she comes back :mad:
Pretend I say "hi" :confused:I just don't like people I only like myself
"there's something wrong with me. I don't know what it is. But I'm not gonna try to cure it. All I want is what I am and I'm gonna keep pumping out what I love. you smell a rose up your arsehole, your arsehole is dead shit to begin with it doesn't matter if a rose is up it or a thorn's.........dick. God, you kids don't understand any inventive decency of any sort. You're just so subliminal to......subliminal........ subgrrr (I did say he was drunk :D) to whatever occurrence you just ride, tend your little wave of nowhere
You have no original courage of definition. You're all flat pancake mamas with syrup spread all over your heads. You have nothing. You have no direction. You have no motive. All you want is money. You don't even know what money is, you want it. But when you get it you wouldn't even know what to do with it. You just smear it up your arsehole or swallow it (starts laughing) out your nostrils.........of death (goes into madman laughter mode). And I know less than you, either. You know I talk about it, at least I smooth it out and dance it around, which makes more sense than just letting it sit still (laughs his head off). I'm pretty clever inspite of my dumbness, don't worry. I handle my arsehole (something inaudible)
Okkkay, next question. Next poem, Shiiit"
How mental
"this whole place is diseased with the presence of everybody but myself. Now Linda's gonna come back I'm not gonna be happy when she comes back :mad:
Pretend I say "hi" :confused:I just don't like people I only like myself
"there's something wrong with me. I don't know what it is. But I'm not gonna try to cure it. All I want is what I am and I'm gonna keep pumping out what I love. you smell a rose up your arsehole, your arsehole is dead shit to begin with it doesn't matter if a rose is up it or a thorn's.........dick. God, you kids don't understand any inventive decency of any sort. You're just so subliminal to......subliminal........ subgrrr (I did say he was drunk :D) to whatever occurrence you just ride, tend your little wave of nowhere
You have no original courage of definition. You're all flat pancake mamas with syrup spread all over your heads. You have nothing. You have no direction. You have no motive. All you want is money. You don't even know what money is, you want it. But when you get it you wouldn't even know what to do with it. You just smear it up your arsehole or swallow it (starts laughing) out your nostrils.........of death (goes into madman laughter mode). And I know less than you, either. You know I talk about it, at least I smooth it out and dance it around, which makes more sense than just letting it sit still (laughs his head off). I'm pretty clever inspite of my dumbness, don't worry. I handle my arsehole (something inaudible)
Okkkay, next question. Next poem, Shiiit"
How mental
"God, you kids don't understand any inventive decency of any sort. You're just so subliminal to......subliminal........ subgrrr (I did say he was drunk ) to whatever occurrence you just ride, tend your little wave of nowhere...
You have no original courage of definition. You're all flat pancake mamas with syrup spread all over your heads. You have nothing. You have no direction. You have no motive. All you want is money. You don't even know what money is, you want it. But when you get it you wouldn't even know what to do with it. You just smear it up your arsehole or swallow it (starts laughing) out your nostrils.........of death (goes into madman laughter mode). And I know less than you, either. You know I talk about it, at least I smooth it out and dance it around, which makes more sense than just letting it sit still (laughs his head off)."
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one of the best parts of the tapes.. - you dont understand what he says here? ..it?
- .. there is some big surprise still waiting for you.... :), enjoy.
thanks adrian.
You have no original courage of definition. You're all flat pancake mamas with syrup spread all over your heads. You have nothing. You have no direction. You have no motive. All you want is money. You don't even know what money is, you want it. But when you get it you wouldn't even know what to do with it. You just smear it up your arsehole or swallow it (starts laughing) out your nostrils.........of death (goes into madman laughter mode). And I know less than you, either. You know I talk about it, at least I smooth it out and dance it around, which makes more sense than just letting it sit still (laughs his head off)."
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one of the best parts of the tapes.. - you dont understand what he says here? ..it?
- .. there is some big surprise still waiting for you.... :), enjoy.
thanks adrian.