Friday, March 21, 2003
Reality bites, and everybody needs to feed. Some are force fed.
Many go hungry. Many eat enough for ten hogs.
Some barf it right back up. Poverty the cruncher
chewing and knawing at our bones. Hiding away inside
heated boxes. Curled up warm beside the box of dreams.
Linearized reality by sewing seams. Fears transmitted
through satellites launched by thoughts. The sleeping drones.
Love dreams all home...Ashamed to discover
that it took war knocking at your door--
before you felt to care to understand all is everywhere.
Meanwhile the roots are showing in your bleach blond hair.
Horseshoeing past Boardwalk and collecting two bones.
Pass and go! Fill up ole Betsy with the finest oil
and pave the road. Heading for the mountains.
Guided by the north star.
Frankly ya' little mutha's you've got to give a damn.
A wire in Athena's circuitry shorts out.
The Warbeasts claws clench into the world.
Will you let it make you believe it's you? Holding on,
the city shakes. All quiver as the rivers of emotion rise.
When was the last time you confided in a doG
instead of crying WHY!? Living high off the hog;
drowning in the intoxications of you's, me's and I's.
As now all our relations surround us~
fear not the powers we are--
shining stars that is all yours and mine.
Time tells all stories~ unfolding into the ways
you may will it to spill. The thrill is high
and the soul can soar low as it knows not where to go.
There in the depths of woe let love be so.
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Wednesday, March 12, 2003
In 1555, Nostradamus wrote:
Come the millennium, month 12,
in the home of the greatest power,
the village idiot will come forth to be acclaimed the leader.
Carnivore's internet presence
may be of interest to some of you monkies.
With war comes change. Peace will persist & resist.
The oil war
has the support of gasguzzlers everywhere.
You are responsible for fueling the beast.
You may as well pull the trigger yourself.
RESIST, if only for a moment of peace.
Stevie Wonders lines read,
" As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving
And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May
Just as hate knows love's the cure
You can rest your mind assure
That I'll be loving you always...
As now can't reveal the mistery of tomorrow
But in passing will grow older every day
Just as all is born is new
Do you know what I say is true
That I'll be loving you always
Until the rainbow burns the stars out in the sky
Until the ocean covers every mountain high
Until the dolphin flies and parrots live at sea
Until we dream of life and life becomes a dream
Did you know that true love asks for nothing
Her acceptance is the way we pay
Did you know that life has given love a guarantee
To last through forever and another day
Just as time knew to move on since the beginning
And the seasons know exactly when to change
Just as kindness knows no shame
Know through all your joy and pain
That I'll be loving you always...
As today I know I'm living but tomorrow
Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear
For I'll know deep in my mind
The love of me I've left behind
Cause I'll be loving you always..."
I don't know Stevie, everything can change!
Check this out.
The best thing about Stevie's song page
is that he's typed the lyrics himself.
This is a guess based on all the wunderfull misspells.
Wordsmiths weaving realities into being
through oums and thoughts.
We wonder what will become of our world?
SHE, the beautiful stranger I didn't have sex with.
SHE, the war that pours hot oil onto my skin.
SHE, the end that I need to begin.
She rides with the wind and falls with the rain.
She is like the love that knocks you over again, and again...
Monday, March 10, 2003
Sweeping up the site is like packing up boxes.
One ends up spending the chunk of time
staring into pictures~ remembering...reflecting....
reading those old love letters again.
The whole "she" thing is painfully obvious in my blogging.
Let's touch on that.
Constructive critism can take practise.
I stumbled upon the "he" "she" thing while mixing
in the recording studio. I find it to be a super effective way
to communicate with musicians about themselves.
For a friendly example, one can say to the singer,
" Let's fire that off-tune bitch, SHE'S way out of pitch."
Eliminating youism's have a unique way of taming the ego.
The she in you.
Often I refer to myself as SHE too.
As for the other she's in my life, well,
that's for HER to know and THEM to find out.
She's all over the place. I see her face in everything.
She's five hundred miles away. She's near, she's far.
She's a living legend inside her own mind
She falls onto the strings of my guitar...
She is mother, lover, friend
she has no beginning nor end~
Out of what dream will love call?
Too much and not enough.
It's a large order that'll cost ya'.
But every bite will be worth it!
"They" say you just know.
So, what does she know?
Love knows your name.
Like the mystery called SHE
love holds reign on the multiverse.
Send your prayers out for peace monkies~
'Cuz this 'aint no dress rehearsal!
Saturday, March 08, 2003
Smoke another one Camillia & check yer' head.
What's with the snow people?
Is it just me or has Harp taken over our weather?
She asks me, " When are you going to
start to care more for yourself-
now or later?"
I go to cherrybum for a smart fx instead.
God, women have an amazing effect on me.
Friday, March 07, 2003
I am up all night pulling a madmilli.
Slowly revising connections in netland.
How's cyberspace fellow mugwamp monkey?
At Louw's Bloodmusica studio typing as quiet as a mouse.
Today MCM releases 'Dirty Thoughts'.
There's talk in the air of promoting this lo-fi cd off the drive.
I am currently being blown away by my fellow drivers,
and all the funky homegrown cd's.
Musically doing it for me these hazy daze iz:
Jacob Cino and The Be Good Tanya's...
I am up to my heels in local albums.
There is so much music to listen to!
I must apolgize for my temporary musical insanity.
I don't know what I was thinking when I put down
Stevie Nicks as the Queen of Rock.
DUH! Janis Joplin.
The other huge oversight was crowning Jethro Tull
the Kings of Folk, but in the same breath~
not mentioning Bob Dylan.
Now that the truth is known this site can live on...
So please stop sending me "hate" mail.
On the other side of the coin
it seems I am a "pussycatdoll".
I'll explain later.
For now Blessed be.
Peace & Chaos~ out