Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Sunday, February 19, 2012

In the Arms of the World



she sleeps with the windows open to the night
the air so cold, the moon so bright
the rain like a daughter of neptune lost in the flood

the dogs and the cats, curled up in bed
the wind in their dreams the color of red
somewhere down the street is the innocent mud

and the waters flow back to the sea
and the sun is shining in eternity
and the sky is wheeling like a great bird
we are living and dying
in the arms of the world

the garden waits for the spring to arrive
the soil turned and so full of life
the birds dancing like dinosaurs with wings

she turns on the bed and flashes a smile
gives me a kiss on the radio dial
we are the paupers, we are the kings and queens

and the waters flow back to the sea
and the sun is shining in eternity
and the sky is wheeling like a great bird
we are living and dying
in the arms of the world

there is horrible news from the milky way
the speed of light is on holiday
and the book you read last night has just been sold

but the coffee has brewed in Jerusalem
and god has an exhibit in the museum
with any luck there will be new stories told

and the waters flow back to the sea
and the sun is shining in eternity
and the sky is wheeling like a great bird
we are living and dying
in the arms of the world

i hear her talking in the other room
laughing like a child at the edge of doom
using the phone to cure a friend

and the cats are hungry and the dogs agree
let's feed everybody and play by the sea
there is no beginning and there is no end

and the waters flow back to the sea
and the sun is shining in eternity
and the sky is wheeling like a great bird
we are living and dying
in the arms of the world

she turns on the bed and flashes a smile
gives me a kiss on the radio dial
we are the paupers, we are the kings and queens

For Donna~

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Saturday, February 18, 2012

Sleep in a Lullaby

who is the man in the mirror
staring back at me
hair the color of ashes
eyes that can barely see
who is the driver
who is the machine
the days of spring are coming
but they're not the days i've seen

i'm hoping to get to the forest
and find a place to sit
the wind is biting winter
and i will take the hit
the doctor took my number
and pointed to the sky
everyone lives for awhile
then everybody dies

who is the man in the article
who is the stranger in the street
who is the piper at the gates of dawn
and who is keeping the beat
where is the memory of a golden sun
where is the mother of god
i could use a little lullaby
where is the mother of god
sleep, little darling and dream your dreams
sleep in a lullaby
sleep in the arms of the mother of god
sleep in a lullaby

he worked that day for a friend of his
getting the lift to run
gears and oil and a bolt of rust
must've weighted fifty tons
by night he said goodbye to the men
and drove by the whiskey train
but he just kept on going
alone in the Oregon rain
the cold is a fierce competitor
the grave is a fait accompli
he drove to the forest in the dead of night
and said goodbye among the trees
he said goodbye among the trees

who is the man in the article
who is the stranger in the street
who is the piper at the gates of dawn
and who is keeping the beat
where is the memory of a golden sun
where is the mother of god
i could use a little lullaby
where is the mother of god
sleep, little darling and dream your dreams
sleep in a lullaby
sleep in the arms of the mother of god
sleep in a lullaby

(repeat opening stanzas)

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This song is dedicated to a man I do not know, but upon reading an article about him in the OregonianI wrote these lyrics.

The Piper at the Gates of Dawn refers to a passage from Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows, a phrase in turn used by Pink Floyd as the title of their debut album. If there is a sense of caring love in the universe in terms of protecting a lost child it is this chapter that brings it to life.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

The Wall of Bricks

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Monday, February 13, 2012

Alone Sometimes

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

Too late

too late in the day to wonder
too late in the day to cry
too late in the day to plunder
too late to say goodbye

too late in the day to get the worm
too late to be first in line
too late to be original
too late for the sun to shine

too late to leave the planet
too late to stop the rain
but i ain't gonna worry none
i ain't gonna complain

too late to catch the 509
too late to shoot the stars
too late to be invincible
too late to close the bars
but i was on time for you
i looked up and you grinned
i walked across the street for you
when you show up you can win
when you show up you can win

too late to be an astronaut
too late to be a king
too late to the governor
and make them kiss my ring

too late to be a big tycoon
too late to rule the world
but i met you just in time
you're my diamond and my pearl
you're my diamond and my pearl

too late to catch the 509
too late to shoot the stars
too late to be invincible
too late to close the bars
but i was on time for you
i looked up and you grinned
i walked across the street for you
when you show up you can win
when you show up you can win

too late in the day to wonder
too late in the day to cry
too late in the day to plunder
too late to say goodbye

for donna
xoxoxoxo

Saturday, February 04, 2012

The Book of Drunken Cats

the book of drunken cats
lay hidden in the garbage dump
until a loner spied
some rope for suicide
and he jumped off of a stump

the loner fell without success
alive and sad as sin
he remembered december
and smoke from the embers
floated past just like a grin

it was then he saw the cats
drunken cats in full career
drunken cats guarding lager vats
drunken cats all drinking beer

somebody should be writing this
the vagrant said aloud
the cats began to serenade
even the ones that had been spayed
they were singing to the clouds
they were singing to the clouds
the book of drunken cats

i will start it off with lions, dear
and tigers, jaguars
they will set the stage, you see
for cats through all eternity
who waste their time in bars

what will happen in the rest of it?
the cats, they did meow
something awful and dramatic
freaking and spasmodic
leading readers to ask how

it was then he saw the cats
drunken cats in full career
drunken cats guarding lager vats
drunken cats all drinking beer

somebody should be writing this
the loner said aloud
the cats began to serenade
even the ones that had been spayed
they were singing to the clouds
they were singing to the clouds
the book of drunken cats

the loner wrote the book that day
and published it the next
he was autographing everywhere
and the cats they did not even care
too drunk for much pretext
far too drunk to even realize
something happened to the loner's eyes
he was wearing a brand new disguise
he was captivating light
he was brewing in the night
he was meowing
he was meowing

the cats began to serenade
even the ones that had been spayed
they were singing to the clouds
they were singing to the clouds
the book of drunken cats

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