Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Saturday, July 25, 2015

We Follow God's Plan

welcome to the country
welcome to our land
get 'em a drink, boys
strike up the band
here in our brotherhood
sisterhood too
show 'em the love
the love that is true

take some to memphis
take some to nome
dance in the moonlight
preach about rome
from laredo to fargo
from tucson to el lay
show them a good time
then send 'em away

(chorus)
bullets and murder
screams in the glass
bullets and murder
and kiss my ass
bullets and murder
blood on the sand
guns for the babies
we follow god's plan

drive to the desert
with god in the trunk
duct tape and whiskey
will put out his spunk
i've got some fuses
ole bill has a tank
send god to the angels
we'll go to the bank

(repeat chorus)

america, sweet demon
so frightened and mad
eyes made of moonbeams
hearts made of sad
broken and crawling
to the edge of the dream
america, sweet demon
take one for the team

(repeat chorus)




Monday, July 06, 2015

some lyrics just want to die

the heat was the mother for a month of days
the parking lot was smoking
and the killer was fazed
smoke came out his nose like dragon fire
son, get in line and sing to the choir

the call came in for a stiff in a box
we got two johnnies
to go pick up the fox
sent them for a drive on the two-thirteen
knock on the door and step into the dream

 hey you boys, you from the funeral home
pick up the body and play musical bones
pick up the gold watch, pick up the gun
everybody pickin' when they go on the run

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Sunday, June 07, 2015

Some say


sometimes the toadstools are happy
sometimes the toadstools are sad
sometimes they grow into monsters
some say that it's only a fad

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Thursday, May 21, 2015

So many uses for tape

there is invisible tape all over the world
holding broken things together
sealing envelopes and ideas
making tatters last until midnight

before music went back to being just an idea
it ran its notes on tape
and the tape was a river of sound

perhaps i will go to a park
and tape the sunset to the jungle gym
or to the swings, burning my hands
to become just another death

maybe dogs will put bark at my feet
and i will tape their jowling words
to the wind 

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Monday, May 11, 2015

Introducing the Drama That You Paid For!!


i am also a camera
taking moving pictures of the world
making stories out of them:

at night i run the projector
through infinity

when we see something unusual
we delete it
but no one seems to notice

my stunt double
is just some guy with a mirror
and pads

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Saturday, May 09, 2015

How's the thing that is?


it was a brilliant morning
smart, bright, clever

it was so uniquely marvelous
i wanted to show it off to some friends
so i went away and came back one year later
having worked to gain friends

when i returned
the new morning was just okay
and the friends were difficult for me to relate to

if tonight is stellar i will hide in my room

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Sunday, April 26, 2015

Revenant*


full score of years had wriggled forth
from cloak and and hood and fist
the specter of the chosen men
on down its leg did piss

when you hang the hanger
or whip the cracking master
ladies faint on summer chairs
their faces broken plaster

the hoods no longer needed
as the south girds up its loins
dive into its fountains
for a haul of deadly coins

the ships that brought the black man
still glide upon the seas
but now they are just freighters
with boxcars at full speed

the dead are rotten timber
the skin a rotten trick
dive ye down to plunder
golden coins are yours to nick

sell the slaves at harbor
drive them to the town
sell them, sell them, sell them after
the god of love has drowned

alone, the hooded master
hangs from a quiet tree
the leaves will fall in autumn
no more slaves will come for me

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*Original art by BANKSY

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Homework


try not to think of the elephant

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Thursday, April 09, 2015

Here in Barrymore Bay


will you swim with me
darling, my darling
here in barrymore bay
will you be hold'n me
your eyes just like emeralds
here in barrymore bay

i love a raven girl
love, love a raven girl
i bring her the stones and the stars
her eyes are like temples
please let me worship you
here in barrymore bay

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Sunday, March 08, 2015

Country and Western Invertebrate Drama


mr. and mrs. snail
are going their separate ways
he's is heading to the bar
to get a proper haze
she is off to her sister's place
way down in Tennessee
got herself a shotgun
and some sibling sympathy

they had been so much in love
but that was long ago
time had come between them
because they moved so slow
she had left the kitchen
back in '82
he sat thirty years at the table
without a single clue

(chorus)
oh, my lord, dear Doris
what a fool i've been
i took you for granted
that was my greatest sin
now my days are lonesome
just sitting doing time
what i'd give for just one more shot
to cover you in slime
cover in slime
cover in slime
what i'd give for just one more shot
to cover you in slime

damns, she was so sexy
he weren't bad himself
oozing in the forest
like two randy little elves
you may fancy yourself a lover
and boast about your art
but you ain't never gone down upon a snail
who bubbled up a fart

(repeat chorus)

mr. and mrs. snail
are going their separate ways
he's is heading to the bar
to get a proper haze
she is off to her sister's place
way down in Tennessee
got herself a shotgun
and some sibling sympathy

they had been so much in love
but that was long ago
time had come between them
because they moved so slow
she had left the kitchen
back in '82
he sat thirty years at the table
without a single clue

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