Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Eighteen Minutes to Reality

Monday, April 25, 2011

The Monday After

after the fella rose from the dead
after the cave was clear
the wind in the canyon ripped and roared
but there ain't nobody here
no
there ain't nobody here

they say that a deliverer cheated death
that he and the father are one
it's not really cheating if you are god
just in case you'd better run
yes
you might just better off run

stomp your feet on the bones, me lads
smash and crackle and grind
ain't nobody in the dust no more
at least none you can find
lads
at least none you can find

he pointed to heaven with a crooked hand
and cried to the circling crows
they wheel and cry in the shattering sky
enough to curl your toes
lads
enough to curl your toes

it's a hard life in the broken town
and harder on the farm
a fella come through with a wicked smile
with a heart like a necklace charm
lads
a heart like a necklace charm

stomp your feet on the bones, me lads
smash and crackle and grind
ain't nobody in the dust no more
at least none you can find
lads
at least none you can find

bring the children to the edge of town
and stand them on the hill
sing to the one who died for us
it will give him such a thrill
lads
it gives him such a thrill

where is the martyr upon the cross
where is the saint of the soul
he vanished into the misty mist
and left behind a hole
lads
he left behind a hole

stomp your feet on the bones, me lads
smash and crackle and grind
ain't nobody in the dust no more
at least none you can find
lads
at least none you can find

after the fella rose from the dead
after the cave was clear
the wind in the canyon ripped and roared
but there ain't nobody here
no
there ain't nobody here

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Buddha and the Blanco Bunnies

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Alamitos Bay



we scattered my father's cremated remains
well, some of them
off the jetty in Alamitos Bay
a brother played trumpet: taps
we sang "waltzing matilda"
bubbles were blown
tears were shed
flowers were given to the bay on the inward tide



the marine layer kept things gray
the cool breeze was ours for a time
we gradually turned back to the way we came
and then another day was gone

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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Welcome, Children of Gomorrah

he shudders down by the river
washes his hands and cries
nothing but blood and sorrow
nothing but death and lies
clouds don't wash away nothin'
the air is still full of grime
grease is slick on the virgin
love is just another crime

welcome, children of gomorrah
welcome, come inside
listen, lay your little heads down
daddy's in his boots tonight

the fishermen found her body
it was floating on the tide
her eyes were gray as the ocean
just another place to hide
they carried her to the garden
and laid her in the ground
the prophet is missing three fingers
don't you dare make a sound

welcome, children of gomorrah
welcome, come inside
listen, lay your little heads down
daddy's in his boots tonight

the men drank all the whiskey
and drove down to the shore
late at night is the mystery
the moon's just another whore
the father swore to vengeance
the mother slept at the grave
the preacher pointed to heaven
there was no one left to save

welcome, children of gomorrah
welcome, come inside
listen, lay your little heads down
daddy's in his boots tonight

have you ever seen the ocean
in the still at the edge of dawn
the mists rising like spirits
they dance and then they're gone
someone stole the daughter
someone stole her life
someone dances with the devil
someone got a bigger knife

welcome, children of gomorrah
welcome, come inside
listen, lay your little heads down
daddy's in his boots tonight

he shudders down by the river
washes his hands and cries
nothing but blood and sorrow
nothing but death and lies
clouds don't wash away nothin'
the air is still full of grime
grease is slick on the virgin
love is just another crime

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Ain't No Carob Cthulhu



Tom Waits (1999): "My father-in-law was trying to get me interested in this business venture---these things called Testamints. They're these little lozenges with little crosses on them. If you're on the road, or something, and you can't worship in the way you're accustomed to, or it's during the week, you can have one of these little testamints, and it kind of gets you right in touch with your higher power. RR: Body of Christ? TW: Body of Christ. Exactly. So we just kind of took it a step further. You got your Testamints. What about your Chocolate Jesus? Melts in your mouth, not your hand. It is kind of direct. Drink this in remembrance of me. Someone might think it's blasphemous, but it's actually kind of a grassroots spirituality. RR: To say nothing of the fact that communion wafers don't taste nearly as good as chocolate. TW: They don't, really. I think they ought to send the whole thing up to Flavor Management. Why those wafers? You can go through the whole seasonal thing, where you have the clove, and apple in the autumn - communion wafers with those autumn flavors: cinnamon, clove, nutmeg, ginger. You'd bring a lot more people in. You might bring a lot more people back who've left the church." (Source: "A Q&A about Mule Variations". MSO: Rip Rense. January (?) 1999)

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Kitties in Love

Thursday, April 07, 2011

We are not retarded, we're jez really fukkin' dumb

(Dedicated to the Moronification of 'Uh-Merica)

here in the land of old glory
here where the eagles fly
we got ourselves some stories
that fill us full of pride
we got jesus and the moses
got lucifer and god
we ain't got no monkey people
lawd, lawd, lawd
we ain't got no monkey people
lawd, lawd, lawd

it's time to teach salvation
down at the public school
the righteous and the faithful
so awesome and so cool
there tweren't no evolution
just mighty kingdom come
we are not retarded
we're just really fukkin' dumb
we are not retarded
we are not retarded
we are not retarded
we're just really fukkin' dumb

the jews laid out the story
of how it all began
god blew upon the water
and then came vietnam
little baby jesus
arrived beneath a star
we celebrate salvation
by drinking at the bar
the trooper pulls us over
cuz the whiskey makes us numb
we are not retarded
we're just really fukkin' dumb
we are not retarded
we are not retarded
we are not retarded
we're just really fukkin' dumb

god made the world in seven days
no, wait, six, he took off the sabbath
we changed that to the day of the sun
dag burnit and goldurn nabbit
when you're singing in the choir
it's okay just to hum
we are not retarded
we're just really fukkin' dumb
we are not retarded
we are not retarded
we are not retarded
we're just really fukkin' dumb

here in the land of old glory
here where the eagles fly
we got ourselves some stories
that fill us full of pride
we got jesus and the moses
got lucifer and god
we ain't got no monkey people
lawd, lawd, lawd
we ain't got no monkey people
lawd, lawd, lawd

when you're singing in the choir
it's okay just to hum
we are not retarded
we're just really fukkin' dumb
we are not retarded
we are not retarded
we are not retarded
we're just really fukkin' dumb


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Wednesday, April 06, 2011

The Poetry of Non-motion