Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, August 30, 2008

New State Song of Oregon

Oregon

It's green, and yes, it's also wet
Except in summer, when it's not as wet
It's outdoors, well, mostly outdoors
And it beats the hell out of Guam
Yay, Oregon!

(Chorus)
Oregon! Oregon!
West of Idaho!
It's got beaches and hills
And farming thrills
It's Or-e-gon!

You can drive the 5 from California
You can drive it down from Washington
You can drive the 5 through the heart and soul
Of good old Oregon

It has city folk and country folk
And some who just don't get the joke
Nine months of rain and three of sun
It's Or-e-gon!

(Chorus)
Oregon! Oregon!
West of Idaho!
It's got beaches and hills
And farming thrills
It's Or-e-gon!

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Thursday, August 21, 2008

You Have to Believe to Be Free

A little song for the deceased children of the Followers of Christ.

You Have to Believe

my precious angel, my precious sweet thing
how did you fall and break your great wing
you could fly up in the sky
and kiss jesus up so high
it gives me chills to hear you sing

my lovely daughter, my little girl
little arms reach all the way around the world
tender in the garden hands
sweeping up the desert sands
she dances in a circle, my little girl

(chorus)
when the night goes on too long
when the devil is at the door
you have to believe to be free
there is a place just for you
where forgotten are the hours
you have to believe to be free

i remember the fights that you used to get in
your tears ran down because you were not kidding
your golden locks caught in the sun
once again somebody was forever young
somebody was young once again

there are thieves in the city of mankind
come to steal whatever we leave behind
come to burn the child in
a pyre made of all our sin
we made a fire of the mind

(chorus)
when the night goes on too long
when the devil is at the door
you have to believe to be free
there is a place just for you
where forgotten are the hours
you have to believe to be free

i went to the grave to see the golden child
prayed to the lord, so gentle and mild
our prayers had kept the doctors away
our souls to god, our hands to pray
i had to leave after awhile

god is in the wind and in the rain, yes lord
god is in the sky and in the sea, yes lord
why isn't god in everything
why isn't god in a diamond ring
why are so many children gone, dear lord

(chorus)
when the night goes on too long
when the devil is at the door
you have to believe to be free
there is a place just for you
where forgotten are the hours
you have to believe to be free

my precious angel, my precious sweet thing
how did you fall and break your great wing
you could fly up in the sky
and kiss jesus up so high
it gives me chills to hear you sing

my lovely daughter, my little girl
little arms reach all the way around the world
tender in the garden hands
sweeping up the desert sands
she dances in a circle, my little girl

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Lyrics inspired by a similar case posted by Jesus' General.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Joe Lieberman is the Hero!

It's official: Joe Lieberman will speak at the GOP Convention.

I am so...oh, what is the word...oh yeah: weary. Yeah, that's it: weary. Just kind of tuckered out, really. Please let me know if he finally trips over his own face...

But enough about me: here's a YouTube of Joe made back during his crime-fighting days...



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Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Tree Wire Cloud Sky Goodbye



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Sunday, August 17, 2008

Song For Hank Williams, Sr.

the haunted ones

i drove on by the taco stand that stood on 13th street
i could smell the sour cream and all the sour meat
i turned my head in wonder when something i did spy
i saw the ghost of my ex-wife who had not even died

she flashed a toothy grin at me, and waved her little hand
her eyes did sparkle like the sea that falls on whitest sand
then in a flash she vanished and did not leave a trace
a midnight ghost at two p.m. with shadows on her face

(chorus)
oh, why do you haunt me
why do you care
i was a crummy husband
i was barely there
the years have passed in sorrow
i cannot change the past
my dear beloved sweet ex-wife
was gaining on my ass

i turned right and headed south, down to division street
i parked the car and waited, and slumped down in my seat
sure enough the ghost came back, she was sitting behind me
she stared ahead in silence, and that really made me freak

my pulse was at a thousand, my heart came out my chest
i shook in fear and trembled and tried to catch my breath
i turned so i could face her, but she was no longer there
yet in the mirror i could see her face and feel her icy stare

(chorus)
oh, why do you haunt me
why do you care
i was a crummy husband
i was barely there
the years have passed in sorrow
i cannot change the past
my dear beloved sweet ex-wife
was gaining on my ass

i started up my metal crypt and took a ghostly ride
i headed out to Canby where my dear ex-wife resides
i pulled up to the farmhouse and marched up to the door
full of tears and the regrets of years, feelin' mighty poor

i yelled up to the bedroom for her to come on down
i had something to show her that i had brought from town
at first she didn't answer, she waited silently
i asked her to remove her ghost and please to let me be

(chorus)
oh, why do you haunt me
why do you care
i was a crummy husband
i was barely there
the years have passed in sorrow
i cannot change the past
my dear beloved sweet ex-wife
was gaining on my ass

she stepped out on the porch real slow, and then she passed me by
she went up to the car and then her ghost let out a sigh
the door she then did open, out stepped the her she used to be
the two of them joined forces, the rest is history

she came at me in thunder, with lightning and black rain
she revealed a shotgun, on my knees I then did pray
i apologized for all my ways, it was my last apology
she blew my brains into the sky and let my soul go free

(chorus)
oh, why do you haunt me
why do you care
i was a crummy husband
i was barely there
the years have passed in sorrow
i cannot change the past
my dear beloved sweet ex-wife
was gaining on my ass

when the living come to haunt you, the dead must take a hike
if they had a union they would vote for all to strike
but if the living do the jobs of those who are deceased
it's up to us, the haunted ones, to finally rest in peace

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And Now For Something Completely Different



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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

August in Silverton, Oregon


We visited friends in Silverton, Oregon, and went for a stroll next to flower seed farmland...we picked blackberries, and spied deer and hawks and a farmer shooting squirrels ("they chew up the wiring!")...


Amber waves of grain, blown about by the wind, swaying to and fro...


An American Barn









All for now...

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Thursday, August 07, 2008

Jivester Turns 50!


Jivester with Rudy & Chauncy

Thirteen years and one day after the atomic bombing of Hiroshima, Japan, the jivester was born in Long Beach, California. Not believing he would see the age of 21, much less 50, it came as something of a (pleasant) surprise to note this golden passing of time...


Rudy Keeps an Eye on the Wandering Jivester

All for now...

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Images by Mrs. Jivester, who has stuck with me through thin and thin...

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Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Near Tillamook, Oregon



my wife, she took this photo
which made me think of france:
of 19th century artists
and frilly underpants

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Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Hawthorne Mural #1



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