Showing posts with label virus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label virus. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 24, 2024

2.4284 : 1/24/17 : Dread

Almost caught
get caught up in the
dread word spiral
wasn't long at all ago
we had a much better
us for the adjective viral
I won't be edified
or taught so why
not let all dread
gray thought pass by
and coast an
early bed
rise to who knows
a different head
One that does not dread
so easily and fast
and hang a slim silver
crown on the main mast

what

Tuesday, February 02, 2021

2.3197 : 2/2/14 : Event Horizon

Just like that you killed the
event horizon
So many lovely things
I had my eyes on
Was that the moment
Where the dark spot was born
and now I know it
Where am I going to blow my horn
You mean to say you've never read
or even saw my great Obscuro
I meant it to go viral man
You know I was so sure, oh
I guess at last I'm going to
have to go and roll my sleeves up
It's a dirty job but
Someone's got to sweep all these leaves up

what

Friday, March 13, 2015

2.1407 : 3/10/09 : Drawn In

Drawn in again into some
dumb time spiral
My head bemused distracted
by the influence viral
And even after all this time
since I said I think I’m on the mend
the moving finger writes:
and having writ hits send
Guess I knew a long time ago
this routine would just get harder
A little thick on my feet
a little less in the larder
well here’s a clue
well it’s a bomb filled with love
take it to the high cathedral
detonate it in the name of

what

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

2.1380 : 2/11/09 : Catching

It must be a kind of virus
it must be catching
no matter what I do it comes to this
more desperate last minute scratching
Got no bootstraps, got no boots
got no strength in my arms
I’ve got a way of saying the wrong thing
and you are immune to my charms
I’ve got no real hope of real change
it’s always something too important to wait
We’ll get to that as soon as things settle
provided I don’t snap at the bait
but I’m not going to leave it lying
I am going to get up fierce and fine
and soldier through one more aftermath
and struggle up one more steep incline


what

Monday, May 12, 2014

2.1105 : 5/12/08 : Nothing Virus

3,295 : 47 ?



I gotta shake this all or
nothing virus
oh how these crazy
slings and arrows tire us
will there ever be
real transition
will I ever write down
my true vision
drawn out on the
major time scale
nothing seems important
it all fades beyond the pale
so maybe all the all
or nothing merely
intimates what we
know all too clearly

what

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

2.923 : 11/12/07 : Independent Contract

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Independent contract
soldier for hire
wielding iron
virus, cold fire
hacking systems
sewn corruption
social contract
economic interruption
only see the
gaudy surface
my dim ranting
tense and nervous
mercenaries
what am I then
a free agent
cut loose again

what

Monday, September 16, 2013

2.866 : 9/16/07 : Solution

3,058 : 5 ?



Another virus worm
twists into my breath
another dim day’s contest
comes to sudden death
doing later again
what I could have done sooner
another ballad cliché
another fly me to the mooner
I tear it off right there
declare that tale told
raise to mind the image
of a tower of gold
wrapped in a hologram
of Purest white
just a strange little scene
I never manage to write
there’s a girl with wings
and a magic machine
at the cusp of contemplation
it all seems so clean
but it all gets messy
in the execution
so till then give what I got
the song a day solution


what

Saturday, September 23, 2006

61 : 6/10/98 : Virus

The future is at hand my friend
they've engineered the virus
it seems the world's about to end
They might as well just fire us

‘Cause when it's out that's it man
it'll only take a couple weeks
yeah then we're really in the shit man
wait until the virus speaks

The cup brims the cup flows over
from the sands of the Sahara
to the bonny cliffs of Dover
to la Dulce Riviera

Then we'll all be gone my friend
only the prepared will be around
so sit and sing along my friend
the bastards are already underground

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here