forget fullness
i sailed a long way to forget it all
night and day you may be
but now i want to forget both
why dont you harness your selves to the next big wind
i have no cupboards to contain your woes
one too many men
to not enough man
men themselves are mostly fools like me
we have nothing to teach you except hurt
a quick slap down when youre trying to get up
cruel wicked selfish...ha!...those are our goodsides
enough conundrums
enough hoops
enough second minute chances
you cannot eat your words
everything down here is bound to fail
everyplace down here will crumble and decay
everyone down here is temporary and on loan
and i really do have my books n poetry to protect me
and my disciplines
and my in with fate
and my luck of the poor devil
and if you call that luck
eat my dust, you insensitive fuck
oh i am the want
oh i am the deed
oh i am the end
om namah shiva
om namah shiva
om namah shiva
i got the shivas down my back bone
i'm shaking all over
well i see my face in the mirror
which one day you may never see again
no reflection on me of course
and i realise how desirable desire is
and i realize that sometimes i hate love
and i realize that i am alone
in some bizarre world where all the denizens are insane
and how they left me hanging in the gardens in babylon
and how i lost my part in greece the musical
and how about that
and how about this
osama obama bonaparte
melts down the poles
unleashes the kraken who gets crackin' crackin' skulls
my dad will be in some room playing a piano
he'll say : hey slim whatdid i tell ya?
dont martyr me matey
i'm too chicken to be christ or anti-christ
i'm cutting away the thorns of intrigue
i turn around angrily and i say
verily now i just wanted a quiet life
at this remark
canned laughter bursts forth upon the speakers
what speakers i ask surprised
i didnt know there was speakers...
at this juncture the host of the show appears
and says
and now some important messages from our sponsors
impatient lee you hit the remote
chop n change thru the chanels
the english channel and the vietnamese channel
and channel oh and channel won and channel too
a re-run of that hit comedy signed feld
(the mark of (co) cain)
an old war movie oh a bit non pc
(the cold steel they dont like it up em!)
a show about al o'saurus
(with the bits that steve took)
a re-run of bewitched
( mr n mrs stevens!?)
why doesnt old endorra go easy on poor darrin
(lord knows he tries....doesnt he....)
12000 leagues under the sea
(up from the murky depths the giants quid....!)
brave kirk douglas who begot michael douglas
who begot port douglas
who begot port and starboard sides
who begot a big river mouth
and raved on like a frustrated soul
in the house of the mad
boy you make my bubble tea in-plode
girl electric witch limp in societys ditch
where is my human childe?
and scarlet comes forth
and says
here i am
are you a child ? i ask her
yes she says solemnly
are you a human child?
yes she says seriously
i am a human child
good i say
good good
good
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16 comments:
one cheer for dick robinson
Nepenthe brings about much lovelier visions than the music of AC/DC. I bow humbly before Homer.
whatever happened to 'repenthe'?
I loved "Bewitched" especially that catchy little opening tune. They could never make a good mother-in-law now, could they?
There was a spin-off called "Tabitha" that didn't last long, but it was oh-so campy! Loved it, too.
exas switch
remember the night
coat with a ragged sleeve
that you spelled the truth to me?
one spirit raised in a hotel room
rhinestone buckles on her shoe
rusted nails struck in the door
he said he would come
for her if he could
they lay down on that cheap bed
ouija board again and again
decades rusted in the rain
the two of them waltz together
she lied on the plane
bruised eyes open skies
the ruin of what was left behind
secret wind on which they fly
ground zero, do you regret the crash?
life bites the big one..
Having repair my pc, I checked out All is one before heading for my ttb fix; a beautiful piece of creative teamwork SK; compliments to you all. How many of us would dearly love a lost one to one the door and walk in?
As for today well, it’s great to see you’re on full form with your use of words/spellings, and if you don’t the equivalent to Nepenthe to hand, there is another Nepenthe that I’m aware of that may have the same effect. It is located high in the hills of Adelaide and produces a range of red and white wines from Riesling to zinfandel; imbibe enough of this elixir and not only will you forget your sorrows, you’ll drown the bast**ds! Ha! Ha!
Sounds like a dark time for you, Steven.
Sounds glib, but is there someONE
you can really TALK to?
Never know never
J
Steve, the article i linked below has some amazing examples of how you (and the band) can be making a bit more income on your art. I'm sure many of us here would be interested supporting in various ways.
it's very long, but fascinating:
http://techdirt.com/articles/20091119/1634117011.shtml
Yeah, changeling child, you know it's a while.....love that little ditty from last year:)
Would love to hear/see a new song/video here at the Time Being Diary, maybe soon?????
love Amanda
Now this is more like the old steve..nothing against the the new steve but i like this one.
fsf
Today I saw a man carrying a box that said...the Chi Machine and thought it'd be someting you'd be into. The daily search for transcendence. The early morning slate sky, the wet air and my cat has been asleep all day.
Sweet 'child' I think it is about time you read 'The Art of Happiness' by ole mate the Dalai Lama. You know the buzz Steve, self love is the path to happiness and all that blah blah. You are not a baddy, you don't need a little suburban hick to tell you that. Maybe this blog is fucking your mind or maybe it's cathartic? Anyway, you bring a lot of thought and pleasure to many. Now I am getting confused!!! x
Wow. All is one is a great song. Video is artful. I was missing someone I hadn't lost yet and someone I had. Just a quick one in the name of randomness..........corndog.....
Oh yeah....AC/DC......We Americans can be hopeless idiots sometimes...I cannot pass up some of their thudding grooves.....then again....I also like the Sundays....
oops
did I metaphor too far?
sorry if so
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