Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Friday, April 28, 2006

Short Poem

Dirty little somethings
Crawling up the walls
Nasty little shit stains
Cheap ass stupid dolls

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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Satan, Fins and a '57 Chevy



Lambert and Xan left a couple of comments here regarding cars with fins, devils with fins, and such. Using those comments as a spring board, I went and wrote a song...

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Running From God

Devil drank like a fish
Was gassed to the gills
Stole a '57 Chevy
Just for the thrills
Giving me chills

He drove into sorrow
He drove into pain
He emptied his bottle
And cried in the rain

They needed a fall guy
They needed a dodge
They needed a payment
Down at the lodge

(chorus)
Get me a witness
Get me a gun
Get me an alibi
I got to run
Hiding from angels
Running from God
Check out time’s 12 o'clock
Spare me the speech
I stole a '57 Chevy from God

There was a trooper
Out on the 10
In the vastness of Texas
He drove on the wind

One headed east
The thief headed west
One whipped a u-turn
It was time for a test

The road is an oven
The vapors all rise
The road is an answer
To miles of lies

(chorus)
Get me a witness
Get me a gun
Get me an alibi
I got to run
Hiding from angels
Running from God
Check out time is 12 o'clock
Spare me the speech
I stole a '57 Chevy from God

A look in the mirror
The trooper arrives
His lights are like fairies
Dancing on knives

Time to pull over
Time to give up
Fate is now fractured
Drink from this cup

He was the chosen
He was the way
A trooper in Texas
The devil to pay

(chorus)
Get me a witness
Get me a gun
Get me an alibi
I got to run
Hiding from angels
Running from God
Check out time is 12 o'clock
Spare me the speech
I stole a '57 Chevy from God

He was the chosen
He was the way
A trooper in Texas
The devil to pay

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Image of Texas Ranger from here.

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Ain't You A Predator

Super patriot General JC Christian wrote a letter to Ruth Malhotra (she of the Georgia Tech College Republicans) regarding her public battle to be intolerant of homosexuals because, well, it's her right to be intolerant. Especially down in Georgia.
With her lawsuit, the 22-year-old student joins a growing campaign to force public schools, state colleges and private workplaces to eliminate policies protecting gays and lesbians from harassment.

Isn't her bigotry based upon writings in the Old Testament? Doesn't the Old Testament have some things to say about a woman's role in the scheme of things?

Anyway, I wrote some lyrics:

Ain't You a Predator

I saw a baby lamb running with the wolves
Howling and 'a snarling, playing by their rules
Halfway into hunting time the wolves looked down and said:
Honey, you got just one minute afore your eyes see red

I saw a a baby pigeon flying up so high
Circling with an eagle, faking an eagle's cry
Somewhere 'round a thousand feet the eagle blinked and said:
Honey, you got one minute, spend it wisely 'fore you're dead

(chorus)
Ain't you a predator
Ain't you the power
Ain't you the sweetest thing
Why do you taste so sour?
Best use a dose of caution
With the righteous and the true
When you get to casting stones
They might cast a few at you

I heard there was an honest man up in old DC
Crafting legislation, as big as you can please
The Senate and the House got wind of this poor sap:
Son, they said in unison, better knock off all this crap

I heard there was a brown girl down in the Christian South
They opened up enrollment, she opened up her mouth
She got herself a soap box and made a bunch of noise
Honey, they said with a folksy drawl, best not agitate the boys

(chorus)
Ain't you a predator
Ain't you the power
Ain't you the sweetest thing
Why do you taste so sour?
Best use a dose of caution
With the righteous and the true
When you get to casting stones
They might cast a few at you

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I changed a few lyrics from the original posting in the comments box at Jesus' General. Because I felt like it. So there.

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Easter Among The Neocons



I'll take a couple stabs at this:

#1: the Egg is Democracy, the Rabbit is Fate, the Man is Leo Strauss and George W. Bush is the Little Girl--her pale dress is a vestige of The Old Morality. The Man told the Little Girl fanciful stories of Power, Treasures and a World that Was Hers for the Taking. Having stolen the Blue Egg, the Little Girl is dragged along by the theories of Strauss which take her only so far before they are overcome by the Reality of Fate. All the theoretical Straussian cant will not protect you from What Is. Bush got to carry the Blue Egg for about a minute and a half, but illegitimately. The Egg will be lost. He will cry and moan, and talk about Jesus; Strauss will find a new little girl to play with. And Jesus? He and Judas rule the antiquities market, as foretold in myth and legend.

#2: Iraq is the Egg, we stole it and now we're fucked.

Anyone else want to play?

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The art ("Frohe Ostern") is by Michael Sowa, a favorite of mine. You can find his work here and here to name a couple locations...

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Hat tip to Dan in Maryland for the Sowa reminder.

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UPDATE: Digby looks at Billmon looks at Bush looks at Iran...looks at nuclear bombs.

What greater Rabbit hath a King
Then nasty bombs that go bling-bling?

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Bush To Search For Ring Of Power In Iran



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Read Digby.

Read Sy Hersh--no, not his most recent article for the New Yorker where he writes about Bush pushing for war against Iran--read this one from January of 2005, where Hersh writes about Bush pushing for war against Iran. Go ahead, click me.

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I knew the image up above would come in handy again one day. One really fucked-up day.

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