#Red Rider - Lunatic Fringe

[loveherallican-blog]

Sven Gali - Lunatic Fringe (Official Music Video)

Solid Cover !!

[myimaginaryradio]

Lunatic Fringe - Red Rider - 1981

[beauty-proof]

'Cause you've got to blame someone

For your own confusion

We're on guard this time

Against your final solution

[the-zone95]

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎.

[handsfreelyrics]

Red Rider - Lunatic Fringe (Lyrics)

[rastronomicals]

3:51 AM EDT June 12, 2024:

Red Rider - "Lunatic Fringe" From the album As Far As Siam (June 30, 1981)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Canadian Semi-Prog

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[futuristicturtlefox]

Red Rider - Lunatic Fringe

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Red Rider - Lunatic Fringe

[haveyouheardthisband]

[sergeifyodorov]

blue, white, white, blue

brian phillips "parallel lives: tom brady, peyton manning, and the nature of great sports rivalries" / abc news florida / goalie mask collector / act of god / goalie mask collector / christopher logue "cold calls (war music, continued)" / pablo picasso, "guernica" / sportsnet / jane creighton "writing war, writing memory" / bruce bennett / steve russell / florence and the machine, "daffodil" / toronto maple leafs / nhl / red rider, "lunatic fringe" / mike carlson

[loveherallican-blog]

Red Rider - Lunatic Fringe

[myimaginaryradio]

Lunatic Fringe - Red Rider - 1981

[tammyfeabakker]

Red Rider - Lunatic Fringe

I love this fucking song very loud. When I listen to this song. So does my neighbors.

[dollsahoy]

that "everyone hates country music except for [list of songs that includes Life Is A Highway]" post always amuses me

because Life Is A Highway was originally a rock song, by Canadian musician Tom Cochrane

who, furthermore, with his band Red Rider, had released a 1981 single called Lunatic Fringe that was about how he was disturbed by the rise in anti-Semitism in the 1970s

so yeah that would be why Life Is A Highway doesn't seem like a vapidly jingoistic modern country song, even if you're only familiar with the Rascal Flatts cover

[rastronomicals]

8:56 AM EDT April 15, 2024:

Red Rider - “Lunatic Fringe” From the album As Far As Siam (June 30, 1981)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: Canadian Semi-Prog

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[combatfaerie]

Ficlet: Cute But Psycho

Story: Cute But Psycho Word count: 1,425 Relationship(s): Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley & Seth Rollins Prompt: "Still think I'm cute?" Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad and dreamwidth Summary: Seth goes to watch one of Jon's indie matches.

"Still think I'm cute?"

At least that's what Seth thought Jon said. His former Shield brother was spitting out mouthfuls of blood and saliva, so his voice was slightly garbled. Seth sighed as he stepped back to avoid the next glob of bubbles and blood. "I think Lunatic Fringe was a good nickname for you."

"It's a good song too." Jon grinned and licked some blood off his teeth. "But if you're around Renee, don't say it's by Tom Cochrane. It's Red Rider. She takes that shit personally."

"Noted." Seth wasn't too familiar with the song Jon was talking about—maybe it was just another Mox ramble—but that was easy enough to look up later. At the moment, he was more concerned with getting his friend to a medic so his forehead wouldn't end up looking like a road map. "Where's the doctor in this place?" he asked, looking around. As far as he could tell, the venue seemed to be comprised mostly of hallways and unlabelled doors.

"Is there one?" Jon grabbed hold of Seth's forearms and used them for balance as he stood. Adrenaline had propelled him from the ring to the backstage area, but then fatigue—and most likely blood loss—made his knees give way just on the other side of the curtain. "You never can tell with these places. But that's okay. You drove here, right? Just dump me in the backseat. I'll pay for cleaning after."

Seth shook his head. "Let's look for a doctor first." He bent slightly and slung Jon's arm around his shoulders before glancing down every hallway they came across. Finally he spotted someone with a clipboard. If Jon had been more cognizant, he probably would have made a quip about people with clipboards always looking important until Chris Jericho tried the List of Jericho gimmick. As it was, Jon's head lolled back until he was almost looking straight up at the ceiling. Seth followed his gaze and almost immediately wished he hadn't. The ceiling had several brown splotches he was sure were old blood stains—or at least he hoped so. "Hey! Hey, excuse me!" Seth tried to wave with his free arm, but he didn't want to jostle Jon too much. "Is there a medic on site?"

The man with the clipboard blinked a few times. "Oh, you mean Grace? Yeah. She's in...." He looked down at the clipboard and flipped a few pages. "She's in 50A. It's that way." He pointed vaguely before continuing on his way.

"Thanks." Seth fought not to roll his eyes. It would have made far more sense to have the medic stationed right near the ring entrance in case of an actual emergency, but these small death match circuits tended to do everything as cheaply as possible; it seemed like it was part of the allure for some of the fans, who claimed they wanted a 'grittier' experience. When he and Jon passed a door, Seth looked for a number and sighed. "Four? Fuck this." Across the hall was a housekeeping-style cart with a mop handle jutting out of one side. It could have been a gimmick for an upcoming match, but Seth didn't care. They can use something else, he thought as he removed the mop and set it on the floor. Looking inside, it seemed to be a genuine cleaning cart, filled with various bits of trash: drink cups, crumpled napkins, popcorn tubs. "Up you get," Seth declared, lifting Jon as if he were going to carry him over a threshold.

"You do think I'm cute! I knew it!" Jon tried to stand in the cart and immediately collapsed against the side, nearly tipping the entire thing over.

"Come on." Seth knew the cart wasn't designed to bear the weight of a full-grown person, so he went as fast as he could, screeching to a stop when he finally found 50A. "For such a small place, it's got a lot of fucking doors," he muttered, helping Jon lean against the wall. "Hang tight. I'll be right back."

"You're going to die in a horror movie now," Jon declared. "Or not. You're not a virgin, so that helps."

Seth pounded on the door until it opened and an incredibly tiny woman glared up at him. "What now?" She looked like someone had shrunk Sonya Deville down to Alexa Bliss's height, but kept all the scathing wit and aggression.

"Moxley," Seth said simply. "He's still spitting out a lot of blood, and his forehead's a mess. Are you Grace?"

The woman nodded. "Well, he's awake, so I suppose being bloodied is to be expected. Bring him in."

Seth wrangled Jon out of the cleaning cart, leaving it on its side for the time being. "Sounds like you're a regular," he remarked, leading Jon into the room. He was pretty sure he had been in walk-in clinics that looked more official, but it would have to do. "Where do you want him?" he asked Grace.

The doctor pointed at the rickety bed. "Where do you think?"

Seth felt like saying the folding tables under the ring were probably sturdier, but he kept his mouth shut and hoisted Jon up onto the bed. "Stay still."

Jon patted his thighs. "I should text Renee. I was supposed to let her know when the match was done."

"I don't know where your phone is," Seth said, "but I'll text her. Tell me what you want to say and let Grace do her thing."

Grace shooed Seth out of the way and started swabbing blood off Jon's face. "Girlfriends can wait."

"Wife," Jon corrected automatically. He might have looked like he was going to spill off the bed at any second, but he was particular about how people referred to Renee. "Wife. You should get one, Rollins. They're good for you. Are you still dating Becky?"

Seth nodded. The past few months had been the epitome of When one door closes, another one opens. Around the same time he learned that Jon wouldn't be renewing his contract with WWE, he and Becky started seeing each other. At first, he wondered if he was compensating for the loss of one of his closest friends, but he and Becky had always been close too. If he hadn't had her these past few months, he wasn't sure what he would have done. "Yeah. We're doing pretty good. I mean, the company knows and now the fans know, so it's a bit of a thing, but we're making it work."

"Dude, you should marry her." Dean's normally bright eyes were a bit hazy, but his voice was steady. "She's the best girl you've dated."

"I know. But we've only been together since January—late January at that...." It wasn't as if the thought hadn't crossed his mind—more and more often, as of late—but he didn't want to scare her off. It had taken him a while to convince her to even try dating. If he proposed too soon, she would probably think something was wrong.

"There!" Grace stepped back, revealing a thin row of stitches on Jon's forehead. "It's enough to get you to the hospital. Now get out of here. Gilbert's in the ring now and you know he always fucks up his shoulder, so I have to get all this cleaned up before he shows up."

"Thanks." Seth thought about asking for a painkiller for Jon, but Jon seemed steadier on his feet now. "All right, Mox, my man. Let's get you to...." He paused for a moment. Did this place even have a locker room? "Wherever your stuff is."

"That way," Jon said, pointing down a longer hall. "How many stitches? I forgot to count while she was working on me."

Seth stopped to look at his friend's forehead. "Ten, maybe? Hard to say."

Jon nodded. "At least it's double digits. Chicks love scars. That's why they think I'm cute, you know."

Seth rolled his eyes. "Are you saying I need to get some scars to impress Becky?" He had surgery scars, of course, and a few random ones, but nowhere near as many as Jon.

"Nah." Jon reached over and tugged on his curls. "You got the curls going on. Becky likes them."

"Right." Seth kept a watchful eye on Jon as they walked down the corridor, but his mind was elsewhere. His hair was getting a bit long and he had been considering a trim, but if Becky liked them that much, maybe he'd leave it for now.