The Smashing Pumpkins 1996-09-22

Banter
(jam) to the single fan who walk the graceless miles to all the rats in their cages to the bleeding syphilitic whore change to mesmerize and beats 128 kick out that 808 yeah we got the midwestern motherfuckin' cybermetal tip straight from our chrome robotic parts no joke and we extend ourselves across the boundaries of time, genre, bullshit, feeling, motion, drug addiction, death, doom, destruction we are the shellfish in our heads we are the cockle in your heart so I send a message of love to my blood I send a message of love to my blood devotion distraction disarm destroy divide conquer it's not so hopeless after all to all the mole hills and the mountains and the mysteries and the misanthropes and the mad cap laughs empty misery boarder and the musty souls and the muscles shoals pow yeah there is no time like now there is no time like now there is no time like now cause time is never time at all it's all good we are have been and will always be the smashing pumpkins so blow a kiss say a prayer kiss your dog tell your mom we said hello lie to your teachers but go to school we send you the most infinite of prayers human kindness love affection devotion that's why we're here we've been the luckiest people some time to live out our dreams be stupid and smart all at the same time and we wish you the best in pursuing whatever it is you want to be do or say fuck up you know its all the same trust me so your god may your god whoever he or she or it is may they walk with you and protect you and hold you in love bye bye Drown (tease) no matter where you are I can still hear you when you drown you travel very far just to see if I come around all of are your yesterdays are coming 'round all of are your yesterdays are coming 'round (32:53) BC: You know, it’s a funny thing. Usually when an asshole throws something out of the audience, he misses. And you’re still an asshole for throwing it too. For the rest of you though, thanks, bye.