If you would be free
Then you must regret
it’s not much of a deal but
it’s the best you’re gonna get
we don’t live in a world of
either and or
but of and and and and
there’s always more
of best of all possibles
and worst case scenarios
so lend me your ears
and your minds
and your stereos
While I say:
the price of freedom is regret
so sin bold and don’t look back
the price is hard but worth it
is how I chose to close that track
what
Sunday, April 08, 2012
Saturday, April 07, 2012
2.339 : 4/7/06 : Pitiful
Another pitiful assertion
it doesn’t amount to desertion
that I’m not doing what I said again
at least I am not drinking gin
it’s just a setback I say in advance
five years ten years how long have I done this dance?
Another this last, say goodbye
And when it’s settled at last
Nothing will matter that’s already past
what
it doesn’t amount to desertion
that I’m not doing what I said again
at least I am not drinking gin
it’s just a setback I say in advance
five years ten years how long have I done this dance?
Another this last, say goodbye
And when it’s settled at last
Nothing will matter that’s already past
what
Friday, April 06, 2012
2.338 : 4/6/06 : The Capitalist
Caesar sent me a barrel of red ink
he said write down what is mine
and tell me what you think
the decisions I made
may well have been ungodly
And now it seems to get it back
on the straight path I must behave oddly
I must become a capitalist
No more creativity
all that mirrors and mist
I must be devoted to
the bottom line above all else
So I said as I wrote
one more of these
songs not one of which
ever sells
what
he said write down what is mine
and tell me what you think
the decisions I made
may well have been ungodly
And now it seems to get it back
on the straight path I must behave oddly
I must become a capitalist
No more creativity
all that mirrors and mist
I must be devoted to
the bottom line above all else
So I said as I wrote
one more of these
songs not one of which
ever sells
what
Thursday, April 05, 2012
2.337 : 4/5/06 : Rationalize
Rationalize your approach to goodbyes
Avoid duration;
contact with the eyes
self-sufficient’s got a nice ring true
I don’t miss you
I say it’s always been this way
when your eyes close
then you’re alone each day
and when they close never to open again
will you be lonely then?
what
Avoid duration;
contact with the eyes
self-sufficient’s got a nice ring true
I don’t miss you
I say it’s always been this way
when your eyes close
then you’re alone each day
and when they close never to open again
will you be lonely then?
what
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
2.336 : 4/4/06 : How Many
How many
did I allow to pass me by?
And every one will die
And every one will die
I could never bring myself
to try to block the door
and will they leave here wanting more?
And will they leave here wanting more
Who has the room for sympathy
for the slave
dead a thousand years?
Likewise I do not expect
to justify any
twenty second century tears
but one thing remains common
all must say and say goodbye
and one thing more
every one will die
and every one will die
what
did I allow to pass me by?
And every one will die
And every one will die
I could never bring myself
to try to block the door
and will they leave here wanting more?
And will they leave here wanting more
Who has the room for sympathy
for the slave
dead a thousand years?
Likewise I do not expect
to justify any
twenty second century tears
but one thing remains common
all must say and say goodbye
and one thing more
every one will die
and every one will die
what
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
2.335 : 4/3/06 : Short Term Memory
How long
can I hold on
to these seven
unspoken
pillars of song
short term
memory is full
watch and see
what outta this hat I’ll pull
the grasping hand
the folded arms
the smile false
the occult charms
and finally
at last acceptance
then next nostalgia
then next pure chance
what
can I hold on
to these seven
unspoken
pillars of song
short term
memory is full
watch and see
what outta this hat I’ll pull
the grasping hand
the folded arms
the smile false
the occult charms
and finally
at last acceptance
then next nostalgia
then next pure chance
what
Monday, April 02, 2012
2.334 : 4/2/06 : Interlude on a Variation
2,526 : 9 ?Skipped the canonical
April Fool
wrote it days later
when the pie was fully cool
I was writing about goodbyes
about women
about time
I only demand
it sort of make sense
and it rhymes
interlude
on a variation
just a pause to relate
between station and station
that the trick that was played
was a week too late
and left me with
a meal of crow on my plate
what
Sunday, April 01, 2012
2.333 : 4/1/06 : Fool
We’re all fools to get attached
dust to dust, put to the match
forced always to say goodbye
and somehow don’t completely die
nothing constant but constant change
the push to move to rearrange
though the whole world may push back
we’re mad to transgress every track
mad for love and mad for play
get mad go mad still today
Stop rest a minute get attached
Set up for another rug to get snatched
out from under head over heels
A history of solo meals
A history of bitter nights
counting every failing point of light
what
dust to dust, put to the match
forced always to say goodbye
and somehow don’t completely die
nothing constant but constant change
the push to move to rearrange
though the whole world may push back
we’re mad to transgress every track
mad for love and mad for play
get mad go mad still today
Stop rest a minute get attached
Set up for another rug to get snatched
out from under head over heels
A history of solo meals
A history of bitter nights
counting every failing point of light
what
Friday, March 30, 2012
2.331 : 3/30/06 : Seven Ways to Say Goodbye
I wouldn’t sit down
or take off my sunglasses
I wouldn’t give you
advice about your nursing classes
I wouldn’t speak to you
Speak to you at all
I gave you a hug
but said I probably wouldn’t call
and I didn’t
I knew it when I left
and you stayed behind
I knew it when I finally told you
what was really on my mind
But you my dear
though there are seven ways to say goodbye
I find that I still stand await
the Pleasure of each reply
what
or take off my sunglasses
I wouldn’t give you
advice about your nursing classes
I wouldn’t speak to you
Speak to you at all
I gave you a hug
but said I probably wouldn’t call
and I didn’t
I knew it when I left
and you stayed behind
I knew it when I finally told you
what was really on my mind
But you my dear
though there are seven ways to say goodbye
I find that I still stand await
the Pleasure of each reply
what
Thursday, March 29, 2012
2.330 : 3/29/06 : Hygiene
The clean sweep
the clean slate
has already begun
I’m so glad
I’m so proud
that you are here to see it son
when my millions
open up their mail
and find their piece of soap
they will know
at long last
I have finally twisted
myself enough rope
what
the clean slate
has already begun
I’m so glad
I’m so proud
that you are here to see it son
when my millions
open up their mail
and find their piece of soap
they will know
at long last
I have finally twisted
myself enough rope
what
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
2.329 : 3/28/06 : Gatefold (2)
What does double mean these days
of megabytes and pods
is the digital gatefold
infinitely folding out
the holy names of God?
What does album mean these days
that paradigm is cashed
believe me you’ll remember
where you were
the day that market crashed
the gatefold’s just a memory
retro package for hipster fools
media may all be born new
but this double album rules
what
of megabytes and pods
is the digital gatefold
infinitely folding out
the holy names of God?
What does album mean these days
that paradigm is cashed
believe me you’ll remember
where you were
the day that market crashed
the gatefold’s just a memory
retro package for hipster fools
media may all be born new
but this double album rules
what
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
2.328 : 3/27/06 : Gatefold (1)
Photo of the famous bridge
photo of the band
photo of the unlit stage
on the gatefold’s left hand
legend of the stellar show
legend of the rift
is there magic in our fractures?
is mortality a gift?
when I look at stones and eagles
at lead balloons and kinks
I see our ends are part of us
no matter what the optimist thinks
the moment’s where it’s always at
a few snapshots remain
to be scattered ‘cross the gatefold
to commemorate the train
what
photo of the band
photo of the unlit stage
on the gatefold’s left hand
legend of the stellar show
legend of the rift
is there magic in our fractures?
is mortality a gift?
when I look at stones and eagles
at lead balloons and kinks
I see our ends are part of us
no matter what the optimist thinks
the moment’s where it’s always at
a few snapshots remain
to be scattered ‘cross the gatefold
to commemorate the train
what
Monday, March 26, 2012
2.327 : 3/26/06 : Pass
2,519 : 2 ?I should remember better
supposed to be the worst of it
but I remember too well
all the other supposed to have beens
can’t I get a pass
of about a year
and a half
make my choice
and run
and run
and run
seems that all I have is this
I think I never had anything else
and yet I feel like I miss
seeing what
was and
could never be made ever
it’s such fun
it’s such fun
it’s such fun
what
2.326 : 3/25/06 : The Real Test
Maybe the day after next
is the real test
am I the lowest of the low
or the best of the best
am I so fucked up
so near yet so far
Could I make it by ship
could I make it by car
by train or by airship
surely not by the book
just what difference is there
between hook and crook
Don’t recall day two no
or indeed the one after
I wrote my three mark to
paid no heed to cruel laughter
we do the work me must
whatever time we get
it don’t work on paper
how it does work’s a secret
what
is the real test
am I the lowest of the low
or the best of the best
am I so fucked up
so near yet so far
Could I make it by ship
could I make it by car
by train or by airship
surely not by the book
just what difference is there
between hook and crook
Don’t recall day two no
or indeed the one after
I wrote my three mark to
paid no heed to cruel laughter
we do the work me must
whatever time we get
it don’t work on paper
how it does work’s a secret
what
2.325 : 3/24/06 : Destination, Departure
I’m about fed up with
following the rules
yet here I am
back again on time
with nothing
still I try to please you fools
a little story time
a little ditty sure
a little dream sublime
I guess it’s pretty pure
and at the end of day
left with a hollow ache
the hole is back again
the whole thing may have been a mistake
here’s your destination
departure started
right after nothing
and for all the broken hearted
it’s just an interlude
pulling out of the station
no matter good or bad
no maker just sustained creation
what
following the rules
yet here I am
back again on time
with nothing
still I try to please you fools
a little story time
a little ditty sure
a little dream sublime
I guess it’s pretty pure
and at the end of day
left with a hollow ache
the hole is back again
the whole thing may have been a mistake
here’s your destination
departure started
right after nothing
and for all the broken hearted
it’s just an interlude
pulling out of the station
no matter good or bad
no maker just sustained creation
what
Friday, March 23, 2012
2.324 : 3/23/06 : Pretty In Between
Avoid the grim thought
avoid the dim thought
There’s a pretty in between little
pick and grin thought
There’s nothing wrong at all
with feeling sentimental time to time
call this a triumphant launch
And tear right into the haunch
feast it up because
tomorrow we might
trade it all for another crack at
the big pantomime
And I’ll keep telling stories
as long as they keep it
pretty in the in betweens
when we’re busy living
or getting busy dying
whatever you think that means
what
avoid the dim thought
There’s a pretty in between little
pick and grin thought
There’s nothing wrong at all
with feeling sentimental time to time
call this a triumphant launch
And tear right into the haunch
feast it up because
tomorrow we might
trade it all for another crack at
the big pantomime
And I’ll keep telling stories
as long as they keep it
pretty in the in betweens
when we’re busy living
or getting busy dying
whatever you think that means
what
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
2.322 : 3/21/06 : Stoic
My day will come
probably not long
the purpose of the stoic
I’ve been listening to the whining
of the elected classes
don’t think of it as heroic
it’s time to yank their passes
but you won’t
what
probably not long
the purpose of the stoic
I’ve been listening to the whining
of the elected classes
don’t think of it as heroic
it’s time to yank their passes
but you won’t
what
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
2.321 : 3/20/06 : The Monk
The purpose of the cowl
is to obscure intent
the purpose of the surplice
is to get you entry to the tent
the purpose of the monk
is to dwell on God
and the purpose of this madhouse life
is a topic that’s too broad
if that’s not too much a copout
For some stupid daily song
Sometimes they get away from you
and this day has been hellish long
consider only
the image before you
Widow’s peak cowl
black arches hide the eyes
the hands are in their sleeves
or are they?
What’s that creeping up behind?
what
is to obscure intent
the purpose of the surplice
is to get you entry to the tent
the purpose of the monk
is to dwell on God
and the purpose of this madhouse life
is a topic that’s too broad
if that’s not too much a copout
For some stupid daily song
Sometimes they get away from you
and this day has been hellish long
consider only
the image before you
Widow’s peak cowl
black arches hide the eyes
the hands are in their sleeves
or are they?
What’s that creeping up behind?
what
Monday, March 19, 2012
2.320 : 3/19/06 : Sad Sad Song
2,512 : 1 ?When you musta known the end was coming
not abstract but like a cancer on a slide
You wrote such a sad sad song to remember
it by back in the day so wide
You said that it was like a jewel
it shone so brief and brightly
but from where I sit on my stupid seat
the thing just didn’t seem to end rightly
and you wrote such a sad sad song
just to say once more so long,
And after even the memory
of the thrill was gone
still sometimes you’ll catch yourself
humming along
what
Sunday, March 18, 2012
2.319 : 3/18/06 : Chaos
I think I’m spinning
order out of chaos
but it’s all local
temporary
I thought I’d pinned down
all the sidetracks that betray us
but I’m just as blind as any
when the bogeyman gets scary
the little twist of order
that defines my rootless matter
is just a moment’s mirage
an anomaly
and long after the me is gone
each particle will scatter
I guess that’s all there’s to it
guess that’s all of my homily
what
order out of chaos
but it’s all local
temporary
I thought I’d pinned down
all the sidetracks that betray us
but I’m just as blind as any
when the bogeyman gets scary
the little twist of order
that defines my rootless matter
is just a moment’s mirage
an anomaly
and long after the me is gone
each particle will scatter
I guess that’s all there’s to it
guess that’s all of my homily
what
Saturday, March 17, 2012
2.318 : 3/17/06 : Seven Days
Day one light and dark
solid the opposite of chaos
the opposite of static, spark
day two continents and sea
I’ll seize the high ground
if you’ll just create it for me
Day three
all stars in the sky
something for to look up longing
always ever passing us by
day four every growing thing
who’d guess some would cause such problems
who knows maybe they started the whole thing
day five, creatures of land sea and air
probably should have stopped
it would be so peaceful out there
day six boom we make the scene
some say chicken some say egg
I say the division’s clean
day seven every work must cease
crashed exhausted maybe
the closest thing we ever got to peace
what
solid the opposite of chaos
the opposite of static, spark
day two continents and sea
I’ll seize the high ground
if you’ll just create it for me
Day three
all stars in the sky
something for to look up longing
always ever passing us by
day four every growing thing
who’d guess some would cause such problems
who knows maybe they started the whole thing
day five, creatures of land sea and air
probably should have stopped
it would be so peaceful out there
day six boom we make the scene
some say chicken some say egg
I say the division’s clean
day seven every work must cease
crashed exhausted maybe
the closest thing we ever got to peace
what
Friday, March 16, 2012
2.317 : 3/16/06 : Politics
Politics
it’s not a coincidence
that it follows on the heels
of insanity
I can’t resist
pointing out the inanity
this is all there is to it
power hungry fools
drive the lever of
contentiousness
to pry up dupes
to make them tools
and if you want to
fight with me
you will be disappointed
that’s absolutely
all I have to say
I guess it’s always
been disjointed
what
it’s not a coincidence
that it follows on the heels
of insanity
I can’t resist
pointing out the inanity
this is all there is to it
power hungry fools
drive the lever of
contentiousness
to pry up dupes
to make them tools
and if you want to
fight with me
you will be disappointed
that’s absolutely
all I have to say
I guess it’s always
been disjointed
what
Thursday, March 15, 2012
2.316 : 3/15/06 : Insanity
The definition of insanity
is
doing the same thing
over and over
and over and over and over and over
and over and over and over and over
and expecting
different results
every time
everybody’s got a little
everybody’s had their spell
of drifting in the buzzing clover
haven’t they haven’t they
haven’t they haven’t they
haven’t they haven’t they
I miss those days I do
I surely do
they were sublime
what
is
doing the same thing
over and over
and over and over and over and over
and over and over and over and over
and expecting
different results
every time
everybody’s got a little
everybody’s had their spell
of drifting in the buzzing clover
haven’t they haven’t they
haven’t they haven’t they
haven’t they haven’t they
I miss those days I do
I surely do
they were sublime
what
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
2.315 : 3/14/06 : Job
The depth of misfortune
we must bow that it exists
It lurks in inventories
deadly dull lists
the stories told by family roles
and dim remnants of scarcity
the past erases all regrets
and casts the human tragedy
in dead exquisite reels of yarns
set to an aching hymn of joy
fit to set us back to dance
and all illusions lost destroy
what
we must bow that it exists
It lurks in inventories
deadly dull lists
the stories told by family roles
and dim remnants of scarcity
the past erases all regrets
and casts the human tragedy
in dead exquisite reels of yarns
set to an aching hymn of joy
fit to set us back to dance
and all illusions lost destroy
what
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
2.314 : 3/13/06 : Three (2)
Listen, lovely
just you give me
three more chances
and I’ll get it right
three more chances
yet tonight
the rest will be flawless
according to plan
and I’ll tell you all about it
when I can
the first is just a thought I once had
the words were loaded still I managed to feel glad
about the second
I knew somehow would come
all I had to do was
ask for some
and the third will pass
unnoticed and sly
leaving just a feeling
that a greatness passed you by
what
just you give me
three more chances
and I’ll get it right
three more chances
yet tonight
the rest will be flawless
according to plan
and I’ll tell you all about it
when I can
the first is just a thought I once had
the words were loaded still I managed to feel glad
about the second
I knew somehow would come
all I had to do was
ask for some
and the third will pass
unnoticed and sly
leaving just a feeling
that a greatness passed you by
what
Monday, March 12, 2012
2.313 : 3/12/06 : Sea Boil Up
2,503 : 0 ?Now atlantis time come poised
balanced on a pin point
I’m gonna play this pipe like a bad mofo
and rock up the everloving joint
Looks like I got some time of my own
to tell it like I see it a
privilege
I pull my load and I hitched my wagon
and I’m planting it right on the edge
I’m going to sit and watch
the sea boil up below the cliffs
I spent the whole week dropping beats
and rolling monster spliffs
And when I hear that roar that
slither shimmer skank
Listen who I memorialize
listen who I thank
what
Sunday, March 11, 2012
2.312 : 3/11/06 : Worse Than Thought
Get it through your head
it’s worse than you thought
what you let pass unheeded
what you sleepwalk shopping bought
and we’re all gonna hafta
work so fucking hard to not
get caught
up in the wave that’s
gonna sweep in
hard upon the east
what
it’s worse than you thought
what you let pass unheeded
what you sleepwalk shopping bought
and we’re all gonna hafta
work so fucking hard to not
get caught
up in the wave that’s
gonna sweep in
hard upon the east
what
Saturday, March 10, 2012
2.311 : 3/10/06 : Mr. Sunshine
I’m always smiling and my grin is stretching ear to ear
I always get to where I’m going
and I’m glad to be here
I never wanted anything wasn’t already mine
the natives call me angel eyes but
my friends call me Mr. Sunshine
I may be something like a week behind
but I’m not stressed at all
how can I worry ‘bout the schedule
when I’m having such a ball
I’ll keep it short ‘cause I’ve got
miles to go before I sleep
I’m getting all I ever wanted and
each thing I get I’ll keep
what
I always get to where I’m going
and I’m glad to be here
I never wanted anything wasn’t already mine
the natives call me angel eyes but
my friends call me Mr. Sunshine
I may be something like a week behind
but I’m not stressed at all
how can I worry ‘bout the schedule
when I’m having such a ball
I’ll keep it short ‘cause I’ve got
miles to go before I sleep
I’m getting all I ever wanted and
each thing I get I’ll keep
what
Friday, March 09, 2012
2.310 : 3/9/06 : Stupid Fly
The spider seems hardly
interested in the fly
as it flits and buzzes
and passes by
when it hits the web
like an electric shock
when the struggle starts
watch that grave cradle rock
watch me spring
right into action friend
once I see my idea
drive it right to the end
So if I seem to let
a lot pass me by
I’m just waiting patient
for the next stupid fly
what
interested in the fly
as it flits and buzzes
and passes by
when it hits the web
like an electric shock
when the struggle starts
watch that grave cradle rock
watch me spring
right into action friend
once I see my idea
drive it right to the end
So if I seem to let
a lot pass me by
I’m just waiting patient
for the next stupid fly
what
Thursday, March 08, 2012
2.309 : 3/8/06 : Five Times Three
Five times three
since the last free choice
of work at least
guess at least my voice
is sort of free
is sort of mine
but it’s more than for
free speech I pine
the right to be silent
may be all I’ve got
If this storm turns violent
If I’m rooted to the spot
If I lose my thread
my thread again
just need my daily bread
and once more begin
what
since the last free choice
of work at least
guess at least my voice
is sort of free
is sort of mine
but it’s more than for
free speech I pine
the right to be silent
may be all I’ve got
If this storm turns violent
If I’m rooted to the spot
If I lose my thread
my thread again
just need my daily bread
and once more begin
what
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
6 years, 10 months, 4 days
Which brought me today to the composition of song number 2.2500, marking one quarter of the way along to my goal of 10,000 consecutive lyrics written in as many days.
what
what
2.308 : 3/7/06 : Sort
Sort by size
priority
sort from first to last
from you to me
sort by date or color or weight
sort by magnetic field strength
can you relate?
Sort by index of refraction
sort by order
in the chain reaction
sort by relative
proximity
starting with absolute zero
and so on to infinity
what
priority
sort from first to last
from you to me
sort by date or color or weight
sort by magnetic field strength
can you relate?
Sort by index of refraction
sort by order
in the chain reaction
sort by relative
proximity
starting with absolute zero
and so on to infinity
what
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
2.307 : 3/6/06 : Yell at the Television
The vessels burst
and now the worst
is past
And why should I
regret the guy
has passed
Only for my youth I weep
I learned a lot but the price was steep
but I’ll not collapse in a heap
before my line I’ve cast
a distraction
from reaction
that’s all
current events
and circus tents
next fall
I guess I’ll watch the circus all right
yell at the television up all night
just to be sure we lost the good fight
I hope I’m wrong but that’s my call
what
and now the worst
is past
And why should I
regret the guy
has passed
Only for my youth I weep
I learned a lot but the price was steep
but I’ll not collapse in a heap
before my line I’ve cast
a distraction
from reaction
that’s all
current events
and circus tents
next fall
I guess I’ll watch the circus all right
yell at the television up all night
just to be sure we lost the good fight
I hope I’m wrong but that’s my call
what
Monday, March 05, 2012
2.306 : 3/5/06 : Precede
2,497 : 36 ?Each soiled card
soft edges torn
that has been lain
to precede this morn
Spelled a riddle
a game of chance
disguised as plans
shook by circumstance
it’s always new
it’s always now
I’ll do a Captain Willard
on your sacred cow
You can’t help what precedes
affecting what shall follow
but if you’re resigned to fate
your anthem must ring hollow
Who allows it fate leads
everyone else she drags
I try to keep one step ahead
and don’t unpack my bags
what
Sunday, March 04, 2012
2.305 : 3/4/06 : Deep
Locked in depths of deepest night
the backtrack sideline no respite
It seems at best a day or two
and all the bold pronouncements true
are put on hold and filed again
until next I take up the pen
But though I see the deeps afar
and wonder wonder where you are
till human voices wake this sleep
I will remain transformed so deep
can’t help the chasm that’s inside
and all I shunned or try to hide
but I’ll not glorify the beast
I’ll last another day at least
what
the backtrack sideline no respite
It seems at best a day or two
and all the bold pronouncements true
are put on hold and filed again
until next I take up the pen
But though I see the deeps afar
and wonder wonder where you are
till human voices wake this sleep
I will remain transformed so deep
can’t help the chasm that’s inside
and all I shunned or try to hide
but I’ll not glorify the beast
I’ll last another day at least
what
2.304 : 3/3/06 : Roll
Everything that gets around
must roll
Everything that separates
must pay the groundling’s toll
because it goes both ways
and what will not converge
will never rise
Everything half-round must rock
It’s not about style or pretty talk
maybe the world is flat on one side
why don’t you all move
to that flat high rise
And let us roll
the rest of us roll
Lost will be found
and the gaps made whole
so step back
or put your back
into this roll
what
must roll
Everything that separates
must pay the groundling’s toll
because it goes both ways
and what will not converge
will never rise
Everything half-round must rock
It’s not about style or pretty talk
maybe the world is flat on one side
why don’t you all move
to that flat high rise
And let us roll
the rest of us roll
Lost will be found
and the gaps made whole
so step back
or put your back
into this roll
what
2.303 : 3/2/06 : Perfect Moment
This perfect moment
mine or his or both
is brought to you by Giant Shoulders
the truth to which I pledged my troth
the music playing that I never heard
music is Savior
the player said
he’s eating quiet noodles
while I spin a couple off my head
not in that sense
I’m stone cold sober
High on this perfect moment
casting every old day over
what
mine or his or both
is brought to you by Giant Shoulders
the truth to which I pledged my troth
the music playing that I never heard
music is Savior
the player said
he’s eating quiet noodles
while I spin a couple off my head
not in that sense
I’m stone cold sober
High on this perfect moment
casting every old day over
what
Thursday, March 01, 2012
2.302 : 3/1/06 : Next March
I’ve become
or have I always been
obsessed with transformation
the exact moment to begin
I know it’s corrosive
eat your stomach right away
What I began for tomorrow
was behind by yesterday
But on my next march
there’ll be no compromise
on my next march
they’ll call me angel eyes
I’m going all the way
all the way up to the top this time
No ghosts are left now
left to judge or stop my climb
what
or have I always been
obsessed with transformation
the exact moment to begin
I know it’s corrosive
eat your stomach right away
What I began for tomorrow
was behind by yesterday
But on my next march
there’ll be no compromise
on my next march
they’ll call me angel eyes
I’m going all the way
all the way up to the top this time
No ghosts are left now
left to judge or stop my climb
what
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
2.301 : 2/28/06 : 3 Postludes
3 postludes evening prayer
matin service like we had there
justify the longer goodbye
wanting to be done and
done at last but still caught
sifting all the past
I write the first write off the top
I started this thing rolling
now I fear I cannot stop
So every lapse
and foolish gesture
must be tallied
with all grave investure
what
matin service like we had there
justify the longer goodbye
wanting to be done and
done at last but still caught
sifting all the past
I write the first write off the top
I started this thing rolling
now I fear I cannot stop
So every lapse
and foolish gesture
must be tallied
with all grave investure
what
Monday, February 27, 2012
2.300 : 2/27/06 : Third Day Rise
Sunday, February 26, 2012
2.299 : 2/26/06 : First Becomes Last
The last of three
became the first of three
with a backtrack in the middle
with a partridge in a tree
it was that sort of pattern
the list built in repeating arcs
once more to all the long goodbye
once more th’ alleged eternal sparks
once more the ghost of kingdom come
one more I love you under breath
one passage from the secret world
emerge to life from certain death
what
became the first of three
with a backtrack in the middle
with a partridge in a tree
it was that sort of pattern
the list built in repeating arcs
once more to all the long goodbye
once more th’ alleged eternal sparks
once more the ghost of kingdom come
one more I love you under breath
one passage from the secret world
emerge to life from certain death
what
Saturday, February 25, 2012
2.298 : 2/25/06 : Long Goodbye to the Secret World: An incantation in 3 Parts Part 3: Goodbye
I gotta meditate unmediated for a while
consider every line so carefully
for form and style
To drive one nail home
this ain’t about kingdom come:
goodbye
goodbye my old friend
So many days and nights
a promise to set all to rights
a promise of a year oh years
and years ago
I know that when I reach that height
I’ll see the promised land in sight
and push on through the sweet
good night
past all the vales of all the tears
those veils will be torn as well;
in the end it’s true
Nothing ever can be taken from you
So if you happen back someday
to wonder at the mark
remember instead this glimpse
of the eternal spark
what
consider every line so carefully
for form and style
To drive one nail home
this ain’t about kingdom come:
goodbye
goodbye my old friend
So many days and nights
a promise to set all to rights
a promise of a year oh years
and years ago
I know that when I reach that height
I’ll see the promised land in sight
and push on through the sweet
good night
past all the vales of all the tears
those veils will be torn as well;
in the end it’s true
Nothing ever can be taken from you
So if you happen back someday
to wonder at the mark
remember instead this glimpse
of the eternal spark
what
Friday, February 24, 2012
2.297 : 2/24/06 : Long Goodbye to the Secret World: An incantation in 3 Parts Part 2: Halfway Point of the Beginning of the End
Remember again nothing else matters
make the most of the moment
Soon enough gone; it comes another one
Halfway point of the beginning of the end
will I say all the same old things
the same old way again?
I remember this feeling
It aint’ good but it’s like an old friend
I won’t go down this path again though
Now I stand the last I’ll defend your
vagrant part time secret dealings
Now, here time for the healing
The team all around the word is joining
And a brand new currency we’re coining
A last nostalgia
raise your glass
Say goodbye
to business class
what
make the most of the moment
Soon enough gone; it comes another one
Halfway point of the beginning of the end
will I say all the same old things
the same old way again?
I remember this feeling
It aint’ good but it’s like an old friend
I won’t go down this path again though
Now I stand the last I’ll defend your
vagrant part time secret dealings
Now, here time for the healing
The team all around the word is joining
And a brand new currency we’re coining
A last nostalgia
raise your glass
Say goodbye
to business class
what
Thursday, February 23, 2012
2.296 : 2/23/06 : Long Goodbye to the Secret World: An incantation in 3 Parts Part 1: Intent
The plan’s already gotten wobbly
I’ll still pull something out of it probably
sure enough it would be an anomaly
trouble fucking up the secret world
reminding me that nothing’s sacred
reminding me that nothing’s perfect
And still and yet I feel I’ll make it
and still and yet I feel I’ll work it
hush hush little one it’s okay
rest and rise another day
nothing but to laugh and play
I’ll say it three times love you love you
so I’ll negotiate a firm intent
Tomorrow I’ll blow my last present
of fealty to the secret world
while you quite calm are curled
what
I’ll still pull something out of it probably
sure enough it would be an anomaly
trouble fucking up the secret world
reminding me that nothing’s sacred
reminding me that nothing’s perfect
And still and yet I feel I’ll make it
and still and yet I feel I’ll work it
hush hush little one it’s okay
rest and rise another day
nothing but to laugh and play
I’ll say it three times love you love you
so I’ll negotiate a firm intent
Tomorrow I’ll blow my last present
of fealty to the secret world
while you quite calm are curled
what
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
2.295 : 2/22/06 : Work Equals Zero
Parse the layers of experience
Push past meaning push past sense
deciding what now seems so small
but it’s all we have at all
it’s hard to see how action coalesces
amidst illusion’s false paths and stresses
yet the whole damn human circus
is just the sum of our little monkeys jerk us
around around I go with desire
passion discord depression and fire
feeling like work must equal zero
confessing I’m not such a hero
accepting I’ve still some role to play
and trying to start again again today
what
Push past meaning push past sense
deciding what now seems so small
but it’s all we have at all
it’s hard to see how action coalesces
amidst illusion’s false paths and stresses
yet the whole damn human circus
is just the sum of our little monkeys jerk us
around around I go with desire
passion discord depression and fire
feeling like work must equal zero
confessing I’m not such a hero
accepting I’ve still some role to play
and trying to start again again today
what
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
2.294 : 2/21/06 : Rhythm
Even this fractured
rotten symmetry
inconsistent mission
has a certain rhythm you can see
beat on a bongo
a plastic letter
it’s hard to tell
whether I’ve gotten better
Have I gotten more consistent
or simply more obtuse
could I do it if I had the money
does it all coil down to juice
maybe if I ignored the rest
just focused on the rhythm
Some bridge of sorts would appear
as by magic cross the schism
what
rotten symmetry
inconsistent mission
has a certain rhythm you can see
beat on a bongo
a plastic letter
it’s hard to tell
whether I’ve gotten better
Have I gotten more consistent
or simply more obtuse
could I do it if I had the money
does it all coil down to juice
maybe if I ignored the rest
just focused on the rhythm
Some bridge of sorts would appear
as by magic cross the schism
what
Monday, February 20, 2012
2.293 : 2/20/06 : Renew
2,483 : 22 ?Renew my subscription to the big idea
That if nothing else the truth at least will free ya
Work will make you free if the truth should fail
abandon all hope you are beyond the pale
I sought renewal in the info stream
I sought release in the primal scream
I searched so high and low but came to this
There is no shortcut to the chrysalis
the decade’s over; the new well begun
the only thing I’m sure of is this ain’t the one
look behind look back the moment’s gone
There’s no renewing and so, so long
what
Sunday, February 19, 2012
2.292 : 2/19/06 : Interference
Signals barely can be heard
I waited waited for the afterword
to rise to rise above the noise
I was ready I was poised
I was ready to begin
I’d foregone every cardinal sin
but would I hear the call to arms
the interference has its charms
but in the end stands in my way
but how to make it fade away
to make the signal signal clear
I wait for it to reappear
what
I waited waited for the afterword
to rise to rise above the noise
I was ready I was poised
I was ready to begin
I’d foregone every cardinal sin
but would I hear the call to arms
the interference has its charms
but in the end stands in my way
but how to make it fade away
to make the signal signal clear
I wait for it to reappear
what
Saturday, February 18, 2012
2.291 : 2/18/06 : The Theme that will not Cease to Rise
Attempt and relapse
inflation and collapse
the mist that clouds the eyes
the theme that will not cease to rise
the subject and the object
the archetype and the architect
the now obscures the then
the theme rises again
I’m always lagging
catching up then flagging
the theme dictates my cycles
Gabriel Lucifer and Michael
what
inflation and collapse
the mist that clouds the eyes
the theme that will not cease to rise
the subject and the object
the archetype and the architect
the now obscures the then
the theme rises again
I’m always lagging
catching up then flagging
the theme dictates my cycles
Gabriel Lucifer and Michael
what
Friday, February 17, 2012
2.290 : 2/17/06 : Reality
Am I a brain in a vat? Is this reality?
Will I get sent up or off on a technicality?
No matter how I slice it there’s no way to tell
Is this the pass to paradise or the prelude to hell?
the mind can make a palace a prison it’s said
No amount of thinking will replace your daily bread
I guess I expected you to be more shiny
I guess I thought my slice would be less tiny
What would you guess would be the outcome of this tale
no matter how bad you might think
my dreams go far beyond the pale
what
Will I get sent up or off on a technicality?
No matter how I slice it there’s no way to tell
Is this the pass to paradise or the prelude to hell?
the mind can make a palace a prison it’s said
No amount of thinking will replace your daily bread
I guess I expected you to be more shiny
I guess I thought my slice would be less tiny
What would you guess would be the outcome of this tale
no matter how bad you might think
my dreams go far beyond the pale
what
Thursday, February 16, 2012
2.289 : 2/16/06 : Protest
Such a protest
from the peanut choir
little distraction
from some genteel liar
and so we push one more
shipment through
special delivery
me to you
but distraction never
lasts for long
protest resumes
when the thrill is gone
another demand on
my attention
My occupation so suspect
I blush to mention
but if I don’t carry
the experiment through
check every box I can
then how should you
know what to protest at the long day’s end
the only message that I’ve got to send
what
from the peanut choir
little distraction
from some genteel liar
and so we push one more
shipment through
special delivery
me to you
but distraction never
lasts for long
protest resumes
when the thrill is gone
another demand on
my attention
My occupation so suspect
I blush to mention
but if I don’t carry
the experiment through
check every box I can
then how should you
know what to protest at the long day’s end
the only message that I’ve got to send
what
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
2.288 : 2/15/06 : New Leaves
So many new leaves
to turn over and over
the stagnant pond
must be stirred up
must seek that four leaf clover
don’t abandon
this new voyage
though the seas
are stormy now
must believe
in that true purpose
mark the goal
and find out how
even if impossible
it’s good to have a challenge
maybe that is all
that’s behind the pyramids and Stonehenge
count the clock
tick tock tick tock
best wrap this one
it’s time to rock
what
to turn over and over
the stagnant pond
must be stirred up
must seek that four leaf clover
don’t abandon
this new voyage
though the seas
are stormy now
must believe
in that true purpose
mark the goal
and find out how
even if impossible
it’s good to have a challenge
maybe that is all
that’s behind the pyramids and Stonehenge
count the clock
tick tock tick tock
best wrap this one
it’s time to rock
what
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
2.287 : 2/14/06 : Moment
2,477 : 16 ?I’ve been waiting for this very moment to come
to finally see myself complete naked and dumb
the end of illusion and artifice
and if you ask me what now there’s just this
instead of recreation and a real good time
we succumbed to distraction and the anodyne
and when the tortoise predictably caught up
I played the only card I had left and got up
grab the bootstraps give a mighty pull
discover real life ain’t no parable
sore arms and wrenched back for your trouble
find a better sticking point and heave back double
and I just keep seek seek seeking an edge
sometimes a gimmick mostly just leverage
there’s still a fair distance between me and the pit
I’ve still a faint and lovely dream
of leaping over it
what
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
2.285 : 2/12/06 : Maybe Not
Maybe not who can take the chance
if I’m just a particle
it’s still my job to dance
and if I get the chance
maybe make a little sweet romance
that’s what makes
the world go round after all
and if you don’t believe me
there’s a number you should call
Maybe I’ll get better
Maybe not
Maybe I’ll quit early
in practice such persistence
is a long shot
Today all I can say about it
is that I’m here from now
and if it seems to make no
difference
to the vision grand I’ll
make afresh my vow
what
if I’m just a particle
it’s still my job to dance
and if I get the chance
maybe make a little sweet romance
that’s what makes
the world go round after all
and if you don’t believe me
there’s a number you should call
Maybe I’ll get better
Maybe not
Maybe I’ll quit early
in practice such persistence
is a long shot
Today all I can say about it
is that I’m here from now
and if it seems to make no
difference
to the vision grand I’ll
make afresh my vow
what
Saturday, February 11, 2012
2.284 : 2/11/06 : Winds of Change
The congregation of all clichés
says lord in your mercy hear us pray
requested change and change came
after the wind nothing’s ever the same
The winds of change the winds of fate
a wind named amnesia made me hesitate
What if everything was really an invention
based on ancient lies and meaningless conventions
what if everything is really based on chance
and all that really means is the particle dance
and energy is really just a euphemistic notion
and all there is anywhere is mass and motion
the wind of whatever might not mean a thing
no matter what good or ill it might bring
maybe the toxic fortune in the poison pill
is that everything will founder
and there’s no such thing as will
what
says lord in your mercy hear us pray
requested change and change came
after the wind nothing’s ever the same
The winds of change the winds of fate
a wind named amnesia made me hesitate
What if everything was really an invention
based on ancient lies and meaningless conventions
what if everything is really based on chance
and all that really means is the particle dance
and energy is really just a euphemistic notion
and all there is anywhere is mass and motion
the wind of whatever might not mean a thing
no matter what good or ill it might bring
maybe the toxic fortune in the poison pill
is that everything will founder
and there’s no such thing as will
what
Friday, February 10, 2012
2.283 : 2/10/06 : Disintegration
The world will be
destroyed by disintegration
it started with the family name
it started with the nation
it started with the city state
the integration failed
and led direct to babel
as the wholly writ detailed
Physical or metaphysical
which is worst do you think
The crash at least would be quick
we might reel for such a long time on the brink
But in the end no matter what
it’s how the future will unfold
all things fall apart together
as the second law foretold
what
destroyed by disintegration
it started with the family name
it started with the nation
it started with the city state
the integration failed
and led direct to babel
as the wholly writ detailed
Physical or metaphysical
which is worst do you think
The crash at least would be quick
we might reel for such a long time on the brink
But in the end no matter what
it’s how the future will unfold
all things fall apart together
as the second law foretold
what
Thursday, February 09, 2012
2.282 : 2/9/06 : Holes
We’re all composed
of microfoam
strange loops defining
vacuum holes
not vacuums
but the true void
this is the technique
our trickster god employed
Taoists say the empty spaces
make the world go round
scientists say someday
the whole thing might just rebound
And none of the holes
black or white or worm
will be big enough
or near enough
to escape on
our own terms
what
of microfoam
strange loops defining
vacuum holes
not vacuums
but the true void
this is the technique
our trickster god employed
Taoists say the empty spaces
make the world go round
scientists say someday
the whole thing might just rebound
And none of the holes
black or white or worm
will be big enough
or near enough
to escape on
our own terms
what
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
2.281 : 2/8/06 : Smash the Window
B had a whiskey bottle
ran his own two minute hate
look at all the fractured pages
his disgusting dinner plate
I said smash the window buddy
let the rage flow out
maybe if you’d done it
you’d know what you really were about
M was a displaced person
student in another life
tried to steal my only guitar
claimed but couldn’t produce a wife
I said smash the window stranger
with your begging hand
Live on other strangers’ kindness
Ain’t this just the promised land
J was just a baby
still he had to rock
drove me to distraction when
that knob started to knock
I said smash the window my son
Always get another
learn the prime engagement
everything falls apart brother
what
ran his own two minute hate
look at all the fractured pages
his disgusting dinner plate
I said smash the window buddy
let the rage flow out
maybe if you’d done it
you’d know what you really were about
M was a displaced person
student in another life
tried to steal my only guitar
claimed but couldn’t produce a wife
I said smash the window stranger
with your begging hand
Live on other strangers’ kindness
Ain’t this just the promised land
J was just a baby
still he had to rock
drove me to distraction when
that knob started to knock
I said smash the window my son
Always get another
learn the prime engagement
everything falls apart brother
what
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
2.280 : 2/7/06 : Drive Sideways
I’m gonna drive sideways
take the elevator to the mall
drop acid in my asterisk
and watch it fall and fall and fall
I’m gonna cough backwards
inhume my inner pharaohs
count every hair on my head
to check God’s math regarding sparrows
if I have to mend the dawn with tape
and crash your funeral with a jape
I will do it cause I’m just that kind of guy
If I have to devolve my advance
and spend my time on tawdry chance
you’ll never see me flinch just cause the cause is blue sky
I’m goin to jump right up and die
and fall right up into the wall
You’ve seen me charming just you
wait until you see when I appall
what
take the elevator to the mall
drop acid in my asterisk
and watch it fall and fall and fall
I’m gonna cough backwards
inhume my inner pharaohs
count every hair on my head
to check God’s math regarding sparrows
if I have to mend the dawn with tape
and crash your funeral with a jape
I will do it cause I’m just that kind of guy
If I have to devolve my advance
and spend my time on tawdry chance
you’ll never see me flinch just cause the cause is blue sky
I’m goin to jump right up and die
and fall right up into the wall
You’ve seen me charming just you
wait until you see when I appall
what
Monday, February 06, 2012
2.279 : 2/6/06 : More Obscure
2,469 : 8 ?Pull another layer over
make the camera more obscure
hide the ever there observer
make the output seem more pure
Some are born to float unheeding
Some are born to watch
Some are born to seek the light
Some are born to carve that notch
pull another layer
make it all of it obscure
even history gives us VIPs
I fear there is no cure
what
2.278 : 2/5/06 : Hella Skella
It’s all in the secret agent
handbook of archaic activism
I could write it up again
refract it through a different prism
proclaims I am the terrorist among you
strapped forever hung with death
ready ever to be captured
a few more will taste the basilisk’s breath
There’s no way to capitalize
anonym or hateful poser be
just another dark imagination
maybe someone’s schtick not me
These days you could be arrested
if I was a high school kid
surely they would apprehend me
take a good peer under my lid
Call it the hella skella papers
some weird hook to cite the masses
shake the literati up
and knock the pundits on their asses
what
handbook of archaic activism
I could write it up again
refract it through a different prism
proclaims I am the terrorist among you
strapped forever hung with death
ready ever to be captured
a few more will taste the basilisk’s breath
There’s no way to capitalize
anonym or hateful poser be
just another dark imagination
maybe someone’s schtick not me
These days you could be arrested
if I was a high school kid
surely they would apprehend me
take a good peer under my lid
Call it the hella skella papers
some weird hook to cite the masses
shake the literati up
and knock the pundits on their asses
what
Saturday, February 04, 2012
2.277 : 2/4/06 : Balthazar
Writ upside down by a flaming hand
the gasper and the grasper and the and and and
Balthazar said look observe
I’m hardcore and there’s none I serve
Serve none fear none none exists
to still the hammer of my iron fists
Look at Balthazar arrayed
raiment of a god displayed
golden wings and golden eyes
gold at head and wrist and thighs
gold at ankles gold at heels
golden hands and golden wheels
Nothing here is as it seems
we see all things as if from dreams
And Balthazar no monarch is
just monstrousness inside of darkness
This is gold’s illusion plain
reflection breeds the shadow’s slain
what
the gasper and the grasper and the and and and
Balthazar said look observe
I’m hardcore and there’s none I serve
Serve none fear none none exists
to still the hammer of my iron fists
Look at Balthazar arrayed
raiment of a god displayed
golden wings and golden eyes
gold at head and wrist and thighs
gold at ankles gold at heels
golden hands and golden wheels
Nothing here is as it seems
we see all things as if from dreams
And Balthazar no monarch is
just monstrousness inside of darkness
This is gold’s illusion plain
reflection breeds the shadow’s slain
what
Friday, February 03, 2012
2.276 : 2/3/06 : Bad Information
The bad information
crept in no one knew how
some said it was a warning shot
across the fevered brow
it didn’t really matter
the outcome was the same
3 months left to go
the voyage
wasn’t living up to its name
I’ve got to overcome this
he said from on the floor
where he had fallen over
half a step inside the door
it all seemed damned unlikely
he wasn’t going nowhere
he moaned and grumbled on the floor
but crawled into a low chair
and from that slightly elevated
Vantage point he took
he pointed with a trembling finger
read aloud to us from the book
what
crept in no one knew how
some said it was a warning shot
across the fevered brow
it didn’t really matter
the outcome was the same
3 months left to go
the voyage
wasn’t living up to its name
I’ve got to overcome this
he said from on the floor
where he had fallen over
half a step inside the door
it all seemed damned unlikely
he wasn’t going nowhere
he moaned and grumbled on the floor
but crawled into a low chair
and from that slightly elevated
Vantage point he took
he pointed with a trembling finger
read aloud to us from the book
what
Thursday, February 02, 2012
2.275 : 2/2/06 : The Moment of My Greatness
What do I care for the moment of my greatness
my hair may be gray
or it may be past
or it may be there
is not memory ‘twill last
And I need not sigh too long
about it
I was never convinced there was too much
to my genius
I had a moment,
the better part of some year
long ago
not quite half a life ago
It is not for that I write
And this is bright modernity
of a fashion now so dated now so stiff
the contrivances of ages past
always seem so and I know
that no memory will last
Having just realized that post
modernity is passing too
I thought I’d sketch a few lines on the unnamed
aftermath that is upon us now to you
what
my hair may be gray
or it may be past
or it may be there
is not memory ‘twill last
And I need not sigh too long
about it
I was never convinced there was too much
to my genius
I had a moment,
the better part of some year
long ago
not quite half a life ago
It is not for that I write
And this is bright modernity
of a fashion now so dated now so stiff
the contrivances of ages past
always seem so and I know
that no memory will last
Having just realized that post
modernity is passing too
I thought I’d sketch a few lines on the unnamed
aftermath that is upon us now to you
what
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
2.274 : 2/1/06 : Mammon
I’m swimming against the
stream like a salmon
Trying to live in America
and not serve mammon
It’s that or God
the master said
And it just keeps rattling
rattling around my head
The problem’s I owe Caesar
bout all I’ve got
He’s into me so deep
my skulls about to pop
It gives me an ice-pick headache
right above my eye
I just want to get clear
but no matter how I try
I’m sliding into mammon’s pit
wishing I was a rich guy
someday maybe I’ll beat the house
someday maybe pigs will fly
what
stream like a salmon
Trying to live in America
and not serve mammon
It’s that or God
the master said
And it just keeps rattling
rattling around my head
The problem’s I owe Caesar
bout all I’ve got
He’s into me so deep
my skulls about to pop
It gives me an ice-pick headache
right above my eye
I just want to get clear
but no matter how I try
I’m sliding into mammon’s pit
wishing I was a rich guy
someday maybe I’ll beat the house
someday maybe pigs will fly
what
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
2.273 : 1/31/06 : Ping (Movie Sketches 4/4)
Ping
this is the real not the virtual
thing
there’s no latency and this
bling is real and how I feel
is a matter of record
for this record dial
and if I had to wrap the jazz up
I’d close the book
and slap that spazz up
write it in my memoirs one day
I hung up clever
and took the
fun way
out
what
this is the real not the virtual
thing
there’s no latency and this
bling is real and how I feel
is a matter of record
for this record dial
and if I had to wrap the jazz up
I’d close the book
and slap that spazz up
write it in my memoirs one day
I hung up clever
and took the
fun way
out
what
Monday, January 30, 2012
2.272 : 1/30/06 : Honorable Mention (Movie Sketches 3/4)
2,463 : 1 ?Sir let me state my firm intention
founded on this great invention
Let it serve me as my pension
And secure my honorable mention
Never expected to be in first place
nor runner up I’m not in that race
A three way tie for third is more my place
And I’m not just saying that to save face
I’m satisfied just to have shown
the way that my ambition’s grown
and if my name is all I own
I’ll keep it no matter how the wind has blown
now load this beast and head on back
with your accomplishments written on a plaque
no trophies for that subtle hack
Our treasure’s stored on heaven’s stack
what
Sunday, January 29, 2012
2.271 : 1/29/06 : Vision (Movie Sketches 2/4)
Am I arisen from sleep
am I awake or dreaming
what is the vision
in the predawn gleaming
a hundred legs
two dozen drums
Each one an island complete
but watch how it comes
together
pulses deeper than blood
travels through petrified mud
it must be a vision
next must come the flood
what
am I awake or dreaming
what is the vision
in the predawn gleaming
a hundred legs
two dozen drums
Each one an island complete
but watch how it comes
together
pulses deeper than blood
travels through petrified mud
it must be a vision
next must come the flood
what
Saturday, January 28, 2012
2.270 : 1/28/06 : Rally (Movie Sketches 1/4)
Take to the road
the call came in
We were ready to begin
and if it still seems like a sin
imagine what it may forebode
Gather up your pearls
protect them from the swilling swine
I swore to God I’d make them mine
and that I’d one day taste that wine
and twine my fingers through her curls
the day’s begun
we’re on the road and going fast
sailing as it were full mast
and when all hope of reason’s past
we’ll blast by you at a dead run
what
the call came in
We were ready to begin
and if it still seems like a sin
imagine what it may forebode
Gather up your pearls
protect them from the swilling swine
I swore to God I’d make them mine
and that I’d one day taste that wine
and twine my fingers through her curls
the day’s begun
we’re on the road and going fast
sailing as it were full mast
and when all hope of reason’s past
we’ll blast by you at a dead run
what
2.269 : 1/27/06 : Manifest Destiny
Hoping that the tea leaves or the tides
the pattern of the yarrow stalks
or bouquets tossed by brides
will manifest our destiny
Ignore the paradox of liberty
I don’t really want to be free
I just want to find the way
what
the pattern of the yarrow stalks
or bouquets tossed by brides
will manifest our destiny
Ignore the paradox of liberty
I don’t really want to be free
I just want to find the way
what
Thursday, January 26, 2012
2.268 : 1/26/06 : Relativism
Not to be mistaken for relativity
Or recidivism if that’s your proclivity
No right or wrong
no good or bad song
Never a belief always an accusation
Relativism offered as the explanation
of the state of affairs
or how it got there
I declared both sides to be false
Shook my head gravely took society’s pulse
Declared the situation doomed
Shut myself up in my room
And waited for the war to tear it all apart
tried to keep the taint out of my heart
what
Or recidivism if that’s your proclivity
No right or wrong
no good or bad song
Never a belief always an accusation
Relativism offered as the explanation
of the state of affairs
or how it got there
I declared both sides to be false
Shook my head gravely took society’s pulse
Declared the situation doomed
Shut myself up in my room
And waited for the war to tear it all apart
tried to keep the taint out of my heart
what
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
2.267 : 1/25/06 : Dualism
Opposites defined as equals
sets the stage for the play and all its sequels
Good triumphs again
but it won’t last long
how dull it would be
if no one did wrong
Every decision cast as
either or
All or nothing: no less no more
Absolutes are fine
for fighting online
And dualism will suffice
to hypnotize the electorate
pick a horse it doesn’t really matter
just place your bet
And just behind the party line
concealed by a thousand banners white and black
the sea of a thousand shades of gray
rises and swells; nothing can
hold it back
what
sets the stage for the play and all its sequels
Good triumphs again
but it won’t last long
how dull it would be
if no one did wrong
Every decision cast as
either or
All or nothing: no less no more
Absolutes are fine
for fighting online
And dualism will suffice
to hypnotize the electorate
pick a horse it doesn’t really matter
just place your bet
And just behind the party line
concealed by a thousand banners white and black
the sea of a thousand shades of gray
rises and swells; nothing can
hold it back
what
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
apparently this project now needs its own bookshelf
I wrote so many songs...
That I broke a piece of furniture
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That I broke a piece of furniture
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2.266 : 1/24/06 : Caught Again
2,456 : 6 ?The crazy thread
run through the crazy quilt
is caught again
suspending guilt
at least for one more day
I’ve caught the
crimson plague again
If I’ve had it once
I’ve had it ten
Yet here I am and here I’ll stay
Caught up again
in baroque reverie
the visions that unbidden
Come to me
and pass away all unfulfilled
One day I guess they will all flee and fade
And I’ll be rocking mumbling in the shade
when at last my caught up mind is stilled
what
2.265 : 1/23/06 : This Wretched Society
I’ve run out of excuses for this wretched society
I’m tired of trying to cast it in a good light
This is not about manners or simple impropriety
but rather an impenitent obstruction of the light
liberty sweet liberty your torch is long since doused
guess I’ll get my taste of living in a police state
when will they finally tear down the halls where she once housed
when will I find at last their meal on my plate
I’m not a stitch closer to a solution for this culture
And hell it doesn’t seem like most particularly want it
So I just shade my eyes and scan the skies for circling vultures
Guess when the times comes if I’ve got ball I’ll punt it
what
I’m tired of trying to cast it in a good light
This is not about manners or simple impropriety
but rather an impenitent obstruction of the light
liberty sweet liberty your torch is long since doused
guess I’ll get my taste of living in a police state
when will they finally tear down the halls where she once housed
when will I find at last their meal on my plate
I’m not a stitch closer to a solution for this culture
And hell it doesn’t seem like most particularly want it
So I just shade my eyes and scan the skies for circling vultures
Guess when the times comes if I’ve got ball I’ll punt it
what
Sunday, January 22, 2012
2.264 : 1/22/06 : Fish
Fish swimming swimming
swimming all over
upstream
downstream
all around
a floater, a swimmer
a flasher, a rover
shallower or
depth some even
run aground
So many fishes in the sea
So many fishes in the sea
One might be you
One might be me
So many fishes fishes in the sea
what
swimming all over
upstream
downstream
all around
a floater, a swimmer
a flasher, a rover
shallower or
depth some even
run aground
So many fishes in the sea
So many fishes in the sea
One might be you
One might be me
So many fishes fishes in the sea
what
Saturday, January 21, 2012
2.263 : 1/21/06 : Oops
Shouldn’ta pressed
that button I guess
mobilize the troops
I screwed up oops
not a half an hour after
with a burst of crazy laughter
I declared the end of that chapter
I just kept writing more
when I saw how I had done it
how I had blithely begun it
how I’d grabbed that bell and rung it
I was rolling on the floor
I better stop
I better roll and drop
put this sneaky fire out
I never was a boy scout
better whatever than inaction
though disappointed by the reaction
guess I best promote my faction
and rise above this small infraction
what
that button I guess
mobilize the troops
I screwed up oops
not a half an hour after
with a burst of crazy laughter
I declared the end of that chapter
I just kept writing more
when I saw how I had done it
how I had blithely begun it
how I’d grabbed that bell and rung it
I was rolling on the floor
I better stop
I better roll and drop
put this sneaky fire out
I never was a boy scout
better whatever than inaction
though disappointed by the reaction
guess I best promote my faction
and rise above this small infraction
what
Friday, January 20, 2012
2.262 : 1/20/06 : Violin
If I picked the right numbers
about the tenth thing I would do
is buy a fine electric violin
to give away to you
I think you might just like it
I guess I could be wrong
You might think it a stupid gift
you might think this a stupid song
I know that these are stupid thoughts
to dream of wealth unearned
and all the toys and presents I
might buy instead of
every stone unturned
It’s true it’s fun to dream
about a different line of time
It’s worth a song or two I guess
a line of prose a reworked rhyme
what
about the tenth thing I would do
is buy a fine electric violin
to give away to you
I think you might just like it
I guess I could be wrong
You might think it a stupid gift
you might think this a stupid song
I know that these are stupid thoughts
to dream of wealth unearned
and all the toys and presents I
might buy instead of
every stone unturned
It’s true it’s fun to dream
about a different line of time
It’s worth a song or two I guess
a line of prose a reworked rhyme
what
Thursday, January 19, 2012
2.261 : 1/19/06 : Departure
The old regime remains behind
I’ll sum it up
and nail it down
and wrap it in one perfect line
now my departure only at last
remains to be
projected in the telecast
the world will see because they really care
the mode of transmission
that takes me from here to there
from the isle of the wicked gaze
that focused on my center button
that land of foul enchantment
and the pain for which I was a glutton
across the silver bridge
suspended in the air
I didn’t forget anyone
I took all I loved with me there
to that wondrous continent
the Kingdom of What is
to only taste the real fruit
that grows outside parenthesis
what
I’ll sum it up
and nail it down
and wrap it in one perfect line
now my departure only at last
remains to be
projected in the telecast
the world will see because they really care
the mode of transmission
that takes me from here to there
from the isle of the wicked gaze
that focused on my center button
that land of foul enchantment
and the pain for which I was a glutton
across the silver bridge
suspended in the air
I didn’t forget anyone
I took all I loved with me there
to that wondrous continent
the Kingdom of What is
to only taste the real fruit
that grows outside parenthesis
what
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
2.260 : 1/18/06 : The Fall Behind
The fall behind the winter now
entrenched despite a lack of snow
annual enchantment of my land
born here but not raised at first
may be a few years are what raised a thirst
I don’t mind the cold but I wish I had the ocean at hand
If I’ve fallen behind again
it may be sad or foolish but it’s not a sin
it’s not a crime I have harmed no one
but if so it’s not virtue either
no proof that I’m a bard or writer
that I picked it up that I again have begun
what
entrenched despite a lack of snow
annual enchantment of my land
born here but not raised at first
may be a few years are what raised a thirst
I don’t mind the cold but I wish I had the ocean at hand
If I’ve fallen behind again
it may be sad or foolish but it’s not a sin
it’s not a crime I have harmed no one
but if so it’s not virtue either
no proof that I’m a bard or writer
that I picked it up that I again have begun
what
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
2.259 : 1/17/06 : Sketch of a Second
What goes in the middle
after the first flush expires
do you try to blow it up again
or bank your waning fires
do you hold out hoping for more juice
or conflagrate once more cut loose
the moorings and the anchor lines
mix metaphors in steadily increasing lines
what’s the formula
Greek and Persian fires
how do you transnavigate
the doldrums when the first flush expires
trying to sketch out
where it could go
Sketch of a second verse
It’s not perfect but even so
In the real thing I’ll put a ring
a wizard and a girl
All set up in a garden
and I’ll give the thing a whirl
and when you hear it you’ll remember why
the last was about how it was okay to die
what
after the first flush expires
do you try to blow it up again
or bank your waning fires
do you hold out hoping for more juice
or conflagrate once more cut loose
the moorings and the anchor lines
mix metaphors in steadily increasing lines
what’s the formula
Greek and Persian fires
how do you transnavigate
the doldrums when the first flush expires
trying to sketch out
where it could go
Sketch of a second verse
It’s not perfect but even so
In the real thing I’ll put a ring
a wizard and a girl
All set up in a garden
and I’ll give the thing a whirl
and when you hear it you’ll remember why
the last was about how it was okay to die
what
Monday, January 16, 2012
2.258 : 1/16/06 : Utopia
2,448 : 25 ?Utopia your brilliant shores
that shine like unto mountain heights
they say your cities
reach up to the sun
and pour forth sweet delights
If nobody got sick or died
and everyone who wished got laid
do you think that it would work
at all if everyone who came stayed
If it seemed a shame
we had to go
I’ll tell you why I told you no
generations are the sweet
variety of life eternal
And the pleasing rhythm
of our deaths are natural as diurnal
passages from day to day
And every city has its night
even in great Utopia
Some turnings never see the light
what
Sunday, January 15, 2012
2.257 : 1/15/06 : Cup of Cornflakes
Every morn the cup of cornflakes
appears as a portal to the stranger’s grasp
Each sunrise the cup of cornflakes
appears at a further extent of the seaside’s clasp
Cornflakes and solo dance attenders
Ms. Ross vegetates in a soft container open ended
And I’m unconcerned
As long as objects remain on
the lathe of heaven turned
Each diurnal the cup of cornflakes
unsteady tiny vessel of the glittering
essence of silence
Which one will become the cup of cornflakes
with increments of poor Ms. Ross
radiating temperance
I’ve entered within to such a distance
I’ve crossed to the opposite face of the portal
and circling is simply inefficient for a
mortal
When I’m within again I vow
I’ll never exit
anymore from now
what
appears as a portal to the stranger’s grasp
Each sunrise the cup of cornflakes
appears at a further extent of the seaside’s clasp
Cornflakes and solo dance attenders
Ms. Ross vegetates in a soft container open ended
And I’m unconcerned
As long as objects remain on
the lathe of heaven turned
Each diurnal the cup of cornflakes
unsteady tiny vessel of the glittering
essence of silence
Which one will become the cup of cornflakes
with increments of poor Ms. Ross
radiating temperance
I’ve entered within to such a distance
I’ve crossed to the opposite face of the portal
and circling is simply inefficient for a
mortal
When I’m within again I vow
I’ll never exit
anymore from now
what
Saturday, January 14, 2012
2.256 : 1/14/06 : Goodbye Secret World
Goodbye secret world
all the stories that lie sleeping curled
and cozy in your stony deeps
oh secret world this time
we’re playing for keeps
where once was two
there now is three
a little minus you
plus a little minus me
plus you a good while
though not so long as expected
in the crucible of you
you and I
were perfectly reflected
And so a few days hence
I got right off the fence
And I’ll say in my own defense
I kept one step ahead of consequence
And shut the door
Just one time
On my
secret world
What is the song of the day?
all the stories that lie sleeping curled
and cozy in your stony deeps
oh secret world this time
we’re playing for keeps
where once was two
there now is three
a little minus you
plus a little minus me
plus you a good while
though not so long as expected
in the crucible of you
you and I
were perfectly reflected
And so a few days hence
I got right off the fence
And I’ll say in my own defense
I kept one step ahead of consequence
And shut the door
Just one time
On my
secret world
What is the song of the day?
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Friday, January 13, 2012
2.255 : 1/13/06 : Transformation
Crystal mounted spider screw
must have snuck inside of you
subverted now the mechanism
refracted through the helix prism
reproducing spreading free
branching every tributary
Transformation from within
wind up healthy wind up thin
wind up brilliant wind up rich
off the prenup I signed with the bitch
Transformed first into a bucket
half filled until I said fuck it
Empty when I found the hole
with what should I fix it dear rigamarole
transformed into a sphere of light
who knows why
flying like a kite
visioning a fate more vast
for now though
all flags drag low mast
What is the song of the day?
must have snuck inside of you
subverted now the mechanism
refracted through the helix prism
reproducing spreading free
branching every tributary
Transformation from within
wind up healthy wind up thin
wind up brilliant wind up rich
off the prenup I signed with the bitch
Transformed first into a bucket
half filled until I said fuck it
Empty when I found the hole
with what should I fix it dear rigamarole
transformed into a sphere of light
who knows why
flying like a kite
visioning a fate more vast
for now though
all flags drag low mast
What is the song of the day?
Support the song of the day
Thursday, January 12, 2012
2.254 : 1/12/06 : Vindictus
Vindicated by blood
serpent’s venom mixed with mud
and smeared upon the mantle
proved more than superman could handle
I’m in a vindictive mood
brought on by vindictive food
I did not order from the menu
so don’t see it as disingenuous
for me to ask just why
we gotta live like this when we have to die
you think we’d merit first class
give me an answer or kiss my ass
What is the song of the day?
Support the song of the day
serpent’s venom mixed with mud
and smeared upon the mantle
proved more than superman could handle
I’m in a vindictive mood
brought on by vindictive food
I did not order from the menu
so don’t see it as disingenuous
for me to ask just why
we gotta live like this when we have to die
you think we’d merit first class
give me an answer or kiss my ass
What is the song of the day?
Support the song of the day
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
2.253 : 1/11/06 : Oscillator Blues
Got the fibonacci waveforms
Oh you know I got those oscillator blues
I got waves standing on my corners
oh Lord I got those oscillator blues
you got me underneath your bell curve
oh hell I wish I were standing in your shoes
oscillating every morning
oh it shakes me through the night
And the mighty oscillator
traces it all out in green light
Ah I got those fibonacci waveforms
Got me them oscillator blues
Standing waves on every corner
oh hell I wish you were standing in my shoes
What is the song of the day?
Oh you know I got those oscillator blues
I got waves standing on my corners
oh Lord I got those oscillator blues
you got me underneath your bell curve
oh hell I wish I were standing in your shoes
oscillating every morning
oh it shakes me through the night
And the mighty oscillator
traces it all out in green light
Ah I got those fibonacci waveforms
Got me them oscillator blues
Standing waves on every corner
oh hell I wish you were standing in my shoes
What is the song of the day?
Support the song of the day
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
2.252 : 1/10/06 : With Scarcely Sole Regard
With scarcely sole regard of even
One or two pairs of interested eyes
Cast the role to the ocean he
cast the verses to the skies
How many truly allow each day
Their legacies to come to this
each particular strand to go astray
How many were never found
even for a moment even by a few
Maybe even messiahs maybe even kings
queens, clerics, even poets like me and you
What is the song of the day?
One or two pairs of interested eyes
Cast the role to the ocean he
cast the verses to the skies
How many truly allow each day
Their legacies to come to this
each particular strand to go astray
How many were never found
even for a moment even by a few
Maybe even messiahs maybe even kings
queens, clerics, even poets like me and you
What is the song of the day?
Support the song of the day
Monday, January 09, 2012
2.251 : 1/9/06 : Punch Clock
2,442 : 19 ?Life without a punch clock
life without a card
never dreamed it would be so confusing
never guessed that it would be so hard
to have something like freedom
mixed with true responsibility
plus it seems I somehow
earned my muse’s enmity
nonetheless I’m keeping busy
nonetheless I’m making time
still searching for the subtle turn of phrase
or the less worn scrap of rhyme
If indeed I’m poor in spirit
I am rich indeed in dreams
and the hope of inspiration
in the hope it’s all more than it seems
What is the song of the day?
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Sunday, January 08, 2012
2.250 : 1/8/06 : Millions
If one in a dozen are reachable
if one in a hundred are reached
if the object of the game is millions millions
if we gotta jump off before this whale gets beached
it sounds like we got two point five
call half the cost of doing business
Guess we gotta convince them to cough up eight bucks each
the traditional method is to argue more is less
but I’ve got a devious devious plan
give twice as much charge half the price
crazy enough it probably won’t work
I’m not sure if I want to roll them dice
and it’s all still just a little fantasy
dreamed by one little rat in his one little pipe
and the race it’s still waiting for me
patiently dissolving all my hype
What is the song of the day?
if one in a hundred are reached
if the object of the game is millions millions
if we gotta jump off before this whale gets beached
it sounds like we got two point five
call half the cost of doing business
Guess we gotta convince them to cough up eight bucks each
the traditional method is to argue more is less
but I’ve got a devious devious plan
give twice as much charge half the price
crazy enough it probably won’t work
I’m not sure if I want to roll them dice
and it’s all still just a little fantasy
dreamed by one little rat in his one little pipe
and the race it’s still waiting for me
patiently dissolving all my hype
What is the song of the day?
Support the song of the day
Saturday, January 07, 2012
2.249 : 1/7/06 : No More Shortcuts
No more shortcuts; they always take longer anyway
look at all the months it took to catch up with today
now wear your determined face and say never again
nor more failure no more lapses no more falling no more pain
But most of all no more shortcuts to the prize
If only I could stop them dancing right before my eyes
Sugar plums of pocket monstrosities or maybe
the album the t-shirt the novel ain’t it all so cliché baby
money money money the short cut uber alles
why we play the lottery pray the label will call us
I hate hate writing about writing
I hate talking ‘bout the industry
I don’t know the first thing about it
I should be happy that I’m free
I should be doing something constructive
Poison moment fills me with invective
nothing working out this morning
I think I got a dream side warning
but I ignored it as usual then guess what
went crashing down another shortcut
What is the song of the day?
look at all the months it took to catch up with today
now wear your determined face and say never again
nor more failure no more lapses no more falling no more pain
But most of all no more shortcuts to the prize
If only I could stop them dancing right before my eyes
Sugar plums of pocket monstrosities or maybe
the album the t-shirt the novel ain’t it all so cliché baby
money money money the short cut uber alles
why we play the lottery pray the label will call us
I hate hate writing about writing
I hate talking ‘bout the industry
I don’t know the first thing about it
I should be happy that I’m free
I should be doing something constructive
Poison moment fills me with invective
nothing working out this morning
I think I got a dream side warning
but I ignored it as usual then guess what
went crashing down another shortcut
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Friday, January 06, 2012
2.248 : 1/6/06 : Portrait of a Sailboat
Fifty minutes in
the rising act begins
but everything is set out
on the plate I needn’t
really have to wait
it through to see
the chase the hunt
the romance
the final contest
if it had to get cut short
now just might be best
I hear the dissent choir
already begun
at my portrait of a sailboat
at my cliché of a setting sun
at a paean to technology
Oh it always plays so well
just a minor lapse into style
at the center remains the tale you tell
What is the song of the day?
the rising act begins
but everything is set out
on the plate I needn’t
really have to wait
it through to see
the chase the hunt
the romance
the final contest
if it had to get cut short
now just might be best
I hear the dissent choir
already begun
at my portrait of a sailboat
at my cliché of a setting sun
at a paean to technology
Oh it always plays so well
just a minor lapse into style
at the center remains the tale you tell
What is the song of the day?
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Thursday, January 05, 2012
2.247 : 1/5/06 : Short Cuts
Got no finesse got no style
I just bulled through mile after mile
I finally had to admit to myself
what I was really always into was shortcuts
Stop a second and
ask yourself what it really was
you wanted
while the rest talked loud
Put the dog and pony show on
and fronted
No more shortcuts
we’re taking the long way around
no more pauses
until we run this thing aground
and find out if what it takes
will take a penny or a pound
What is the song of the day?
I just bulled through mile after mile
I finally had to admit to myself
what I was really always into was shortcuts
Stop a second and
ask yourself what it really was
you wanted
while the rest talked loud
Put the dog and pony show on
and fronted
No more shortcuts
we’re taking the long way around
no more pauses
until we run this thing aground
and find out if what it takes
will take a penny or a pound
What is the song of the day?
Support the song of the day
Wednesday, January 04, 2012
Stats
For the most part looking at the artists stats on my Bandcamp account isn't very, ah, encouraging. Not a lot of traffic. Not that I'm expecting or actively courting much but still, human nature, you know. Despite myself I'd like an audience, I guess. I just saw an old (early 90s) thing from public television about Bill Holm in which he talked about deciding that as a writer he wanted an audience and since he was in America he consequently started writing prose because Americans didn't really read poetry. Hmmm.
Anyway. My favorite thing on the stats are the referrals, when someone surfs into it, however briefly, from somewhere unexpected. So it was very exciting to see today that somebody had stumbled into some of my 90s-era experimental sample wack-ness by following results (upper middish on the second page) from their attempt to search google for "another term for the middle of nowhere". Hope that helped, random searcher! Heh.
What is the song of the day?
Anyway. My favorite thing on the stats are the referrals, when someone surfs into it, however briefly, from somewhere unexpected. So it was very exciting to see today that somebody had stumbled into some of my 90s-era experimental sample wack-ness by following results (upper middish on the second page) from their attempt to search google for "another term for the middle of nowhere". Hope that helped, random searcher! Heh.
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2.246 : 1/4/06 : Ruin
What’d you do? Wake up this morning
and say I’m gonna ruin a man’s life
filthy diamond of desire
root of evil source of strife
Just the simple steps to one thought
what have you been spending your time on
look behind look back
the moment’s gone
what did you do when you
woke up this morning
did you take a hair of the dog
and which rules were suborning
While the rest follow that
funky red herring trail
this hound is hot on
the real new taste’s tail
What is the song of the day?
and say I’m gonna ruin a man’s life
filthy diamond of desire
root of evil source of strife
Just the simple steps to one thought
what have you been spending your time on
look behind look back
the moment’s gone
what did you do when you
woke up this morning
did you take a hair of the dog
and which rules were suborning
While the rest follow that
funky red herring trail
this hound is hot on
the real new taste’s tail
What is the song of the day?
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Tuesday, January 03, 2012
2.245 : 1/3/06 : Read it and Weep
Monday, January 02, 2012
2.244 : 1/2/06 : Together/Forever
2,434 : 11 ?Something that nothing can separate
Something indivisible
might by necessity seem all remote
might by design be invisible
I’d be the first to admit it if asked
it isn’t much of a plan
lit up in front of a lit up box
listening in on the little man
listening hoping to catch a dim whisper
of something that could be together, forever
fit to entice up the new paradigm
the fulcrum for this mighty lever
What is the song of the day?
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Sunday, January 01, 2012
2.243 : 1/1/06 : Money
I’ll spare you the suspense of reading ahead
the hero ended up feeling better off than dead
and the whole thing just moved along like money
there were accounts to close prices to pay
I’ll settle it with cash I say
It’s gonna be a hell of a ride I promise honey
at half past one I bowed to defeat
looking down sadly at my bronze clay feet
the fall inevitable the nature I decline
I swear I’ll own it make it mine
But that is not today today I strike the harp
And wrap a hella long way track
the way forward a long way longer than back
and the lesson of tomorrow I fear will be sharp
What is the song of the day?
the hero ended up feeling better off than dead
and the whole thing just moved along like money
there were accounts to close prices to pay
I’ll settle it with cash I say
It’s gonna be a hell of a ride I promise honey
at half past one I bowed to defeat
looking down sadly at my bronze clay feet
the fall inevitable the nature I decline
I swear I’ll own it make it mine
But that is not today today I strike the harp
And wrap a hella long way track
the way forward a long way longer than back
and the lesson of tomorrow I fear will be sharp
What is the song of the day?
Support the song of the day
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