24 Hour Party People - Tony Wilson

They needed a name for the club.
That evening Gretton picked up the big green book. And therein read:
"FORMULARY OF A NEW URBANISM

Sure, I am from the other country.
We are bored in the city, there is no longer any Temple of the Sun. Between the legs of the women walking by, the dadaists imagined a monkey wrench and the surrealists a crystal cup. That’s lost. We know how to read every promise in faces — the latest stage of morphology. The poetry of the billboards lasted twenty years. [...]
And you, forgotten, your memories ravaged by all the consternations of two hemispheres, stranded in the Red Cellars of Pali-Kao, without music and without geography, no longer setting out for the hacienda where the roots think of the child and where the wine is finished off with fables from an old almanac. That’s all over. You’ll never see the hacienda. It doesn’t exist.
The hacienda must be built."
"We'll call the club the Haçienda."
Ok
What a great fucking name.