Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

In the darkness we will shine


i was happy in the forest
i was scared beyond belief
every ray of golden sunshine
came to me just like a thief
came to me just like a blessing
just before demanding rain
when you live inside a forest
you don't need no mystery train

i was turning in the gyre
i was hunting in the dark
something followed in the distance
something searching for a mark
something searching for its supper
the hunger leads the way
i am bark and moss in thunder
i am more than you can say

hold me closer than the moonlight
fill me up, come taste my wine
feel the earth, kiss me in summer
in the darkness we will shine


we were lost inside the hours
we were hidden in the grove
just sit still and start to listen
come and see what no one knows
come and see what's not forgotten
in our bones and in our veins
the blood that flows throughout the garden
you don't need no mystery train

hold me closer than the moonlight
fill me up, come taste my wine
feel the earth, kiss me in summer
in the darkness we will shine

do you feel your roots beneath you?
do you see the sky above?
taste the water, I beseech you
and forever be in love
and forever is a folly
for the stream keeps running by
in the evening all is declaring
it is great to be alive

we were lost inside the hours
we were hidden in the grove
just sit still and start to listen
come and see what no one knows
come and see what's not forgotten
in our bones and in our veins
the blood that flows throughout the garden
you don't need no mystery train

hold me closer than the moonlight
fill me up, come taste my wine
feel the earth, kiss me in summer
in the darkness we will shine

i was happy in the forest
i was scared beyond belief
every ray of golden sunshine
came to me just like a thief
came to me just like a blessing
just before demanding rain
when you live inside a forest
you don't need no mystery train

i was turning in the gyre
i was hunting in the dark
something followed in the distance
something searching for a mark
something searching for its supper
the hunger leads the way
i am bark and moss in thunder
i am more than you can say

hold me closer than the moonlight
fill me up, come taste my wine
feel the earth, kiss me in summer
in the darkness we will shine

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Monday, May 28, 2012

Running for Noah's Ark


i thought i saw the sun star
crying in the night
the moon was drunk and useless
its eyes were burning burning

what good is sorrow in heaven
and why do the angels fall
does gravity love you and me
will the gods come to finish us all

the man who stares at the ocean
the lass who cries in the dark
with tears that fall like her daughters
running for Noah's ark
running for Noah's ark

dance, dance, dance
spin in the wind and the rain
dance, dance, dance
dance like the lady of spain
come take a chance, come join the dance
dance in the wind and the rain

i thought i spied tomorrow
deep in the crystal ball
but there was only sorrow
and no one to answer the call

what's next, what's on the horizon
what comes with the morning sun
the lion asleep in the garden
doesn't bother with what's to be done


the man who stares at the ocean
the lass who cries in the dark
with tears that fall like her daughters
running for Noah's ark
running for Noah's ark

dance, dance, dance
the girls in the wind and the rain
dance, dance, dance
dance like the lady of spain
come take a chance, come join the dance
dance in the wind and the rain

we dropped the sun in the water
and washed the fire in rain
beneath our feet the earth was so sweet
we laughed away all the pain


what good is sorrow in heaven
and why do the angels fall
does gravity love you and me
will the gods come to finish us all

the man who stares at the ocean
the lass who cries in the dark
with tears that fall like her daughters
running for Noah's ark
running for Noah's ark

dance, dance, dance
spin in the wind and the rain, girls
dance, dance, dance
dance like the lady of spain
come take a chance, come join the dance
dance in the wind and the rain

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Memorial Day Ditty--May 28th, 2012

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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Everything is God, or Nothing is God


The existence of fossils does not disprove the existence of a god, it only disproves a literal interpretation of Bronze Age tribal creationist stories, just as rain does not disprove the existence of the sun.

Or so I contend.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Pastor Blaster and the Fulminators



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Methinks he doth protest too much...capiche?

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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Carry For You


if you look at the mask all day
that old mask will slip away
what is left is gristle and meat
arteries carry blood so sweet

veins and capillaries too
carry that blood, carry for you

if you listen to the submarine
you will hear an ocean dream
swimming in the open sea
just enough air for you and me

oxygen must go to the lungs
climb that tower of broken rungs

who are you?
who are you?
let me give you a clue:
you're katmandu

if you walk into the great beyond
you will skip across the pond
if you dive for a talisman
hold on tight and fight the hand

slowly let the bubbles rise
they will burst into the sky
swim like a tourist and a matador
flash your cape at the country store


who are you?
who are you?
let me give you a clue:
you're katmandu

if you look at the mask all day
that old mask will slip away
what is left is gristle and meat
arteries carry blood so sweet

veins and capillaries too
carry that blood, carry for you

if you listen to the submarine
you will hear an ocean dream
swimming in the open sea
just enough air for you and me

oxygen must go to the lungs
climb that tower of broken rungs

who are you?
who are you?
let me give you a clue:
you're katmandu

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Girl in the Tree


i hear a lot of things in the news
people dying, people singing the blues
men in suits all running the show
what they do, it's best you don't know

take a walk in the evening air
too soon for June bugs, too soon for the fair
took a turn on a one lane road
felt a chill and the night turned cold

little bicycle with pink handle bars
wheels are still beneath the stars
how dear god, can such things be
i saw the girl
i saw the girl in the tree

oh, my god
oh, oh, oh, my god
someone is hanging
she's the girl in the tree

she is still, the rope is frayed
too soon a price to be paid
at the end of a one lane road
at the end of the road

police tape goes across the grass
now there are cameras and natural gas
you at home, do you want to know more
first this ad for a brand new store

oh, my god
oh, oh, oh, my god
someone is hanging
she's the girl in the tree

where do dreams go when we die
do marionettes ever wonder why?
she is hanging at the end of the rope
ain't no use crying when there is no hope

i walked all night and into the day
i was a ghost without a grave
dear god, how can such things be
i saw the girl
i saw the girl in the tree

oh, my god
oh, my god
oh, my god



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Tuesday, May 08, 2012

Pig Iron

when you share a burning candle
the wax will run on down
cover you in parafin glue
they'll laugh you out of town

when you talk to the carcass king
remember to bow low
get the gurney in position
you might need a tow
you might need a tow

 get some manxsome agitators
line them up at dawn
raise the flag, you motherfuckers
they're bleeding on the white house lawn

i guess we'll make it through somehow
i guess we'll dance in berlin
europe rides across the plains
where the hell have you been
just where the hell you've been?

they cut the cord on the broken baby
they closed the mystic cave
soldiers coming for the daughter
now she's smoking at the rave

denizens of dreary county
raised their fists last night
they did not have further plans
still, 'twas quite a sight

i guess we'll make it through somehow
i guess we'll dance in berlin
europe rides across the plains
where the hell have you been
just where the hell you've been?

i keep waiting for the preacher
to really improvise
when it comes to loaves and fishes
still he sharpens knives

put your cloven hooves together
dance the jitterbug
cut your ribs in little rows
then cut yourself a rug
cut yourself a rug

i guess we'll make it through somehow
i guess we'll dance in berlin
europe rides across the plains
where the hell have you been
just where the hell you've been?

when you share a burning candle
the wax will run on down
cover you in parafin glue
they'll laugh you out of town

when you talk to the carcass king
remember to bow low
get the gurney in position
you might need a tow
you might need a tow

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Monday, May 07, 2012

Lucinda: It's Over, But I Can't Let Go



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Tuesday, May 01, 2012


i saw candy glass
forming at the mouth of the god
residing thus
among the wet benefactors
down at the bog

this sugar stew
was made by a legion of microcons
each and every one
felt put upon
they peed like fountains

northern ice
receded onto the missoula plain
where the granite growls
winter's rain
and spring time's growing pains
and the memory of the early days
and the shining rays
and the mother earth
still shock us in the afterbirth

when the mouth of god
was the breast of god
and i was sleeping
in the candy glass 

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