1) Falcon is Nathan Kozlowski, a Trance producer from Portland, Oregon. He started releasing music in 2011 and is currently still active.
2) Falcon is/was a member of the late-90s/early-2000s "Pulse" PC demogroup, and is likely best known for his score to the "Aural Sunflower" demo.
3) Falcon is a heavy metal band consisting of
Perry Grayson (ex-Isen Torr, ex-Pale Divine) - Guitar, Vocals (2002-present)
Greg Lindstrom (ex-Cirith Ungol) - Bass, Keyboards (2002-present)
Darin McCloskey (Pale Divine, Crowned in Earth) - Drums (2003-present)
Perry Grayson founded Falcon together with Greg Lindstrom (one of the founding members of Cirith Ungol) and Darin McCloskey (Pale Divine) to make heavy rock in the style of the 70s. They're also doing some Cirith Ungol songs that never got properly recorded in a studio. Falcon have released a demo in 2003 and two albums, self-titled debut in 2004 and "Die Wontcha" in 2008.
4) Falcon is an indie rock band from Brooklyn, NY which takes their name from Jared Falcon who had written every song of theirs between 1986 - 1988. Jared Falcon is not in the band. He wrote all the songs in high school and recorded them on a Fisher Price tape recorder. The tape recorder was discovered, the band formed.. magic ensued. Current members are Shannon, Jason, Neil, and Christian.
5) Falcon was the name of a late 80s/early 90s dance act whose biggest hit was Out Of Control.
The track was popular on pirate radio stations, particularly in the West Midlands, England.
6) Falcon is the MC name of Eddie Falcone, an anarchist hip-hop artist from San Francisco.
7) Falcon is a Dutch Drum and Bass producer: http://www.discogs.com/artist/Falcon, who released numerous Tracks on Citrus Recordings between 2001 - 2005.
8) Falcon is a Drum and Bass producer. Formerly known as Mister Falcon, he made his debut in 2019 with his track “Time”, which was released on Frequency Music.
The Celebutard Chronicles
Falcon Lyrics
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And I get to read about it every week.
You hear that sucking sound? It's culture going down.
Seaward with the see-words; submerged in shit with dreams to drown.
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown.
The vacant bitch in the convertible reminds me of you. Oh baby.
I'll watch my fuckin' mouth the day it gets a date with Ashlee Simpson, or stars in ads from TRESemme.
Is it the taste of vomit or the cocaine?
All the flashing lights or trashy magazines?
One thousand sunken eyes? The way she shows her thighs?
The million fucking dollars, the jet-skis, or the guys?
How 'bout those fucking aspirations? Aiming for the vacuous end.
I wanna need that respiration. I wanna get some press for it.0
Press it on. Press it down. it's already up in my face now. Oh baby.
I wanna see my name in lights. And throw up in my purse. And die. Hoo!
The lyrics of Falcon The’s song “The Celebutard Chronicles” offer a scathing commentary on our culture’s obsession with celebrity and the media’s relentless coverage of their every move. With lines like “She’s got the biggest tits, He’s got the longest dick, And I get to read about it every week,” the song highlights the superficial and often demeaning nature of celebrity gossip. The chorus, “Is it the taste of vomit or the cocaine? All the flashing lights or trashy magazines?” is particularly poignant, as it suggests that our fascination with fame and fortune may come at the cost of our own dignity and sense of self.
The second verse takes a darker turn, addressing the dangerous and destructive aspects of our society’s obsession with celebrity. The line “The million fucking dollars, the jet-skis, or the guys?” suggests that money and material possessions may come at the cost of true human connection and self-worth. The chorus repeats, this time with added aggression, “I wanna see my name in lights. And throw up in my purse. And die. Hoo!” This line speaks to the desperation and despair that can accompany the pursuit of fame and fortune, suggesting that it can ultimately lead to self-destruction.
Overall, the lyrics of “The Celebutard Chronicles” offer a biting critique of our culture’s fascination with celebrity and the dangerous and superficial values it can reinforce.
Line by Line Meaning
She's got the biggest tits. He's got the longest dick.
The media highlights physical attributes and we consume it eagerly.
And I get to read about it every week.
The media constantly bombards us with shallow stories.
You hear that sucking sound? It's culture going down.
Society's values are declining as we prioritize shallow celebrity culture.
Seaward with the see-words; submerged in shit with dreams to drown.
We are drowning in a sea of meaningless words and empty aspirations.
Baby, don't you want to throw it up now?
The inanity of celebrity culture can make us feel sick to our stomachs.
Just aim for the bowl and I'll hold back your gown.
I'll help you out if you need to vomit from the disgust.
This is my favorite ad I got on pay-per-view.
I enjoy the shallow and materialistic ads that are targeted towards me.
The vacant bitch in the convertible reminds me of you. Oh baby.
You embody the shallow qualities present in the media.
I'll watch my fuckin' mouth the day it gets a date with Ashlee Simpson, or stars in ads from TRESemme.
I'll keep my language clean when I achieve the success that the media values.
Is it the taste of vomit or the cocaine?
We consume things that can make us both physically and mentally ill.
All the flashing lights or trashy magazines?
We are drawn to the superficial and shallow aspects of the media.
One thousand sunken eyes? The way she shows her thighs?
We are fixated on physical appearance and objectification of women.
The million fucking dollars, the jet-skis, or the guys?
We idolize wealth, material possessions, and sexual conquests.
How 'bout those fucking aspirations? Aiming for the vacuous end.
Our aspirations are shallow and lack real substance or meaning.
I wanna need that respiration. I wanna get some press for it.
I crave the attention and validation that comes from shallow success.
Press it on. Press it down. it's already up in my face now. Oh baby.
The pressure to conform to shallow values is ever-present and suffocating.
I wanna see my name in lights. And throw up in my purse. And die. Hoo!
We crave the superficial success that comes with celebrity culture, even if it leads to our own destruction.
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