Faking the Fake Moon Landings (re-launch)

The problem was never one of vision, As far as humans can see,
they have imagined even further. So, when the Government called,
we did was any good Americans would do: we truly imagined
how much money we could make here. When the Big Call came
from President Johnson for "something to amaze the whole world,
especially the Russians!" Talk about your big dreams come true,
he asked us to fake a manned moon-landing. What he asked for
was men walking on the Moon, but, read between the lines, right?
For this to work, everyone has to believe it. The Soviets beat us

out into space, we had to show that American Know-How still ruled.
Here at Universe World Studios, we are the magic makers of dreams,
craftsmen of the real. If we were going to do this for country, we were
going to do it right. We sat through meeting after meeting, bad-pitch
after worse. This is why we don't make movies to tell the stories of
real people: their storiess suck, they're boring. Too real, "won't sell
in the fly-over states" as we say. No, if we were going to do this,
we would do it right. We needed props-- a working Russian R-7 rocket
(do NOT ask how us how we got it) and then we sent a scouting team

to the moon, to bring us back sketches, some rocks, a bag of moon
dust, reference photos. My God, it all looked like so much crap
on film. Not the "Right Stuff" if you get my meaning. Film Rules
are like Retail: location, location, location. I knew, to pull this off,
you would need an idea so simple, but so right, that people like me
get paid obscene amounts of money to think them up: we needed
was a film studio... on the moon. Once we sent our tech people up
to build it, we sectioned off a big area of the moon's surface,
and we made it look just like the moon, We spared no expense,

after all-- we weren't paying for it. We got actors from the CIA
experiments with LSD. Believe me, those people came through
for us: very realistic interpretive dance that made it look just like
they were walking around in thin gravity and the crackly noise
before and after their dialogue, just like static-y transmissions:
"One small *zzzzzt* step for mankind *skzzzt*, one giant leap
for the mankind... and the technicolor bats !" It was ok, we edited it
out in post-production. But we made sure to put all kinds of things
in there for the conspiracy buffs: flags flapping in the impossible

breeze, bad shadows; we left that footage of the alien fleet hovering
on the dark side of the moon on the cutting-room floor... kidding!
Or am I? Fact is, we pulled "Apollo 11" off SO successfully,
we were invited back to make five sequels. Then, via shell companies,
we hired Bill Kaysing to pen We Never Went to the Moon: America's
$30 Billion Dollar Scandal, by telling him that he was right, Disney
was in on it, and Kubrick directed it and Arthur C. Clarke wrote
the whole thing. I gave him a real fake moon rock and told him
it was real. I almost told him the world was flat, but he's not an idiot

and I didn't want to be mean. So that, as they say, is it in a nutshell:
we faked the moon landings and that never would have been possible
if we hadn't gone to the moon, in order to fake it right. If that is not
worth $30 Billion, then I'm sorry you're not a fan of Science Fiction.
What are you, a Communist or something? That was quality cinema,
and that-- more than anything else-- is where the American Dream
lives, baby. 600 Million viewers around the whole damn world! All
those people, looking in the same direction at once: the television.
All those people buyin' the same ticket, taking home a piece of the moon.

Young Morrissey Sings to Old Morrissey

Oh my, old dad

what a terrible life

you must have had,

to end up so old

and sold

to the cold vacancies of a narrow mind.

I went to London and they don't know you

anymore, they no longer recognize.

Could the story of your life be any more plain?

So surprised a solipsistic young man

grew up to become such a bitter old man.

Just another cunt,

waving a flag for the national Front.

Tell me sir, how do you not choke

on your own words? Is this some terrible joke?
How do you break the hearts of everyone

that ever believed in you? I feel bad

for Johnny and Mike and Andy too,

just because they used to work with you.

There goes the reunion…

Oh my, old dad.
What a terrible brain disease
you must have had.
to wear such hate

In a button on your lapel

On American television
I’m surprised you even showed up at all.

Now go away, go away, go away

go away, go away, oh please, go away.
or better yet, die alone

and take the England you remember,
take the mythical Old England you remember;

you can share the same gravestone,
with the epitaph, “It took too long for us to die.”

Punk Rock Song of Bizarro

Bizarro am most punk rock hero ever

me shun beauty and hate what me love

me am very healthy with super weakness

and every day I go to sleep is an old ending

my every move is real-life fiction

Bizarro: The Movie, poor with mundane effects

you will not believe a man can fly backwards

I always see where I’m not going fast

All me need is Hate. Hate is all me need

to keep this cube-shaped world of ours still spinning

I cannot sing. I am weaker than a moving train.

Less powerful than jumping buildings.

Me am not unSuperman without glasses

unsecret identity is hidden all over my face

Look at my cheekbones. I am guitar expert

My band am not The Justice League of Bowling

I am weakest one of all. Everything can hurt me.

Cold and lonely fortress of solitude not hanging on my sleeve

We unthank you, Bizarro am champion of losers.

Me am arrive now with “Down, down and Right Here…!”

All me know is Hate. Hate is all me need.
The only crime in Bizarro World is being perfect

Me am the Man of Yesterday, me am beautiful

"Down, down and right here!".

"Down, down and right here!".