Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Monday, April 29, 2013

End of the Line


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Love.this.song.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Facebook Jesus


i was friends with jesus
jesus was my friend
i could go right to his page
for there my soul to tend

i never ever mentioned
the mystery of his fate
or why he never posted
his status to update

jesus was my friend
for him i did click "like"
i had a friend in jesus
until he cried out "psych!"

(angelic chorus)
facebook jesus
don't unfriend me
facebook jesus
set me free
i will see you in heaven
i will laugh at those in hell
don't unfriend me, dear sweet jesus
please keep me in your spell
facebook jesus
amen
facebook jesus
amen

i tried to go his page today
it asked if i was a friend
i always just assumed
we would be until the end

but alas, dear jesus blocked me
i can't drop by anymore
if i do, i just see nothing
on the wrong side of his door

(angelic chorus)
facebook jesus
don't unfriend me
facebook jesus
set me free
i will see you in heaven
i will laugh at those in hell
don't unfriend me, dear sweet jesus
please keep me in your spell
facebook jesus
amen
facebook jesus
amen
satan is an asshole
but he posts some real cool stuff
he could never be a friend like jesus
he tends to play a little rough
i'm still friends with the buddha
he is always really kind
the secret to his mystery?
do your thinking with no mind

(angelic chorus)
facebook jesus
don't unfriend me
facebook jesus
set me free
i will see you in heaven
i will laugh at those in hell
don't unfriend me, dear sweet jesus
please keep me in your spell
facebook jesus
amen
facebook jesus
amen
(acapella)
sweetest jesus, former friend on the fb
dearest, sweetest jesus, who said he once loved me
i miss your page and youtubes, i miss your holy nation
i miss clicking "like" for spiritual salvation
dearest, sweetest jesus
facebook jesus
amen
dearest, sweetest jesus
facebook jesus
amen
i never ever mentioned
the mystery of his fate
or why he never posted
his status to update

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Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Mormons! Mormons!

I wrote this song a few years ago--maybe six or seven...

JEWISH INJUN MIDGETS RIDING TAPIRS

Jewish injun midgets riding tapirs
Nephi and Moroni riding trains
Nightly we enjoy their mighty efforts
Come on down and see them on the plains

Kolob shines in distant golden showers
Underwear adjusted--ah--that's nice
When we get to Heaven pass the butter
Don't let God the Adam take your rice

(chorus)
Mormons! Mormons!
Sons of Perdition beware!
Mormons! Mormons!
Mormon, Mormons, Mormons everywhere!

Some say Joseph Smith he was a stoner
His visions caused by mushrooms that he ate
Abundant were the spores in fertile forests
Listen, it's just a thought, alright? Okay?

I would like to tell my Handmaid something
How the Word of God instructs me thus:
I am sorely needing younger wives now
We'll trade the Volvo in for a new bus

(chorus)
Mormons! Mormons!
Sons of Perdition beware!
Mormons! Mormons!
Mormon, Mormons, Mormons everywhere!

Some say Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Never manifested here at all
All I need are Jewish Injun midgets
Riding tapirs forth to save us all!

One should never joke about religion
Or buried treasure found with a peepstone
Maybe Joseph Smith was spinning stories
He spun himself a Kingdom and a Throne

(chorus)
Mormons! Mormons!
Sons of Perdition beware!
Mormons! Mormons!
Mormon, Mormons, Mormons everywhere!

Jewish Injun midgets riding tapirs
Nephi and Moroni riding trains
Nightly we enjoy their mighty efforts
Come on down and see them on the plains

Kolob shines in distant golden showers
Underwear adjusted--ah--that's nice
When we get to Heaven pass the butter
Don't let God the Adam take your rice

(chorus)
Mormons! Mormons!
Sons of Perdition beware!
Mormons! Mormons!
Mormon, Mormons, Mormons everywhere!

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Sunday, April 21, 2013

Bartender at the End of the World

i'm the bartender
at the end of the world
i will sell you a drink
you can pay with your pearls
i will listen to you
when no one else will
i'll be here until two
when you pay your bill

(chorus)

sing high
sing low
stagger off to eternity
sing high
stumble on
it's just you and me
it's just you and me
at a quarter 'till three
better go before your old man complains
nothing is ventured, and nothing is gained

this one gal
always ordered a shot
with a short glass of beer
she paid right on the spot
she would drink
until her madness delayed
then her ghosts kicked her ass
now she lies in her grave

(repeat chorus)

this one guy
drank his drinks like a horse
he swallowed them fast
and vowed he would stay the course
he would show
the world what he could do
but when the day dawned
he didn't have the first clue

(repeat chorus)

time to close
time to lock it on up
count up the money
and pour one in my cup
i will smoke
just one more cigarette
then it's off to the place
where it's as good as it gets

i'm the bartender
at the end of the world
i will sell you a drink
you can pay with your pearls
i will listen to you
when no one else will
i'll be here until two
when you pay your bill

(repeat chorus)

Friday, April 19, 2013

Sleep well this precious night, dear Boston


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Sunday, April 14, 2013

Take it away!

they took away my carbine
they took away my car
they stole all my white lightning
i had stored inside a jar

they took away my memory
i forget the reason why
they took away my dignity
now all i do is cry

(chorus)
cry, cry, cry
my country's gone away
cry, cry, cry
it's been buried in a grave
if i can't have a magazine
or better yet a drum
i might have a conniption fit
and cry until i'm numb

they took away my bible
i had hoped to read someday
they took away dear santa claus
when i got to the 8th grade

they took away my equity
when the market had a fit
they took away my favorite steer
and left me with his shit

(repeat chorus)

they took away my pappy
after the old man died
to be fair he began to smell
a truth i won't deny

they took away my country
that was mine by divine right
sometimes i hear the natives
crying in the night

(repeat chorus)

Saturday, April 13, 2013

How Dare She Suffer!

The comments currently being posted about this video are abusive, angry, bordering on cruel.  The mother who speaks is "an actress" 'someone who lies'  'doesn't even get the name right where she lives'.  As the mother of a child whose life was terminated by an assault weapon she is not supposed to share her emotions on camera, but so many of those commenting are utterly free to reveal anger at the drop of a hat.  Somehow it is exploitative to have this woman speak, but gun advocates can spew caustic bile without restraint.  Without empathy and compassion we are monsters.  The bullets shot at Sandy Hook tore human flesh as if it were cheap fabric, while cheap fabric is all that is left holding together a society that would rather protect the profits of gun merchants than children.  Note: when flooding comes, ants scurry to protect their young, carrying them away from danger.  In this respect, ants are vastly superior to mankind.  

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Friday, April 12, 2013


ain't nobody at the sugar shack
ain't nobody at the bar
i looked inside angel's cafe
and saw moon dust and white stars
i looked on down the highway
to see where all did go
they pulled up all their roots, you see
and headed south down to Mexico

Mexico's my lady
she's warm and dry and drunk
she's laughing in the desert
and selling carbines from her trunk
she painted me a highway
to drive into the sea
Mexico's my lady
and she's okay with me

ain't no one at the high school
not even in the gym
the forest was a ghostown
run by the Brothers Grimm
mom and dad died long ago
and I expect I will die too
but before I shake my mortal coil
let us go, just me and you

Mexico's my lady
she's warm and dry and drunk
she's laughing in the desert
and selling carbines from her trunk
she painted me a highway
to drive into the sea
Mexico's my lady
and she's okay with me

the trees all pulled up their roots
the rocks all tumbled down
the mountains whooped and hollored
we cremated all the clowns
jesus was rumored to be on that night's bill
but all we heard were hammers
driving nails upon the hill

Mexico's my lady
she's warm and dry and drunk
she's laughing in the desert
and selling carbines from her trunk
she painted me a highway
to drive into the sea
Mexico's my lady
and she's okay with me

i reckon they won't find my bones
and if they did, what would that prove?
the buzzards got a right to live
at least they wait till you cannot move
when the winds start wailing
when the rain washes me true
i will hug the desert
if there's no hugging you

Mexico's my lady
she's warm and dry and drunk
she's laughing in the desert
and selling carbines from her trunk
she painted me a highway
to drive into the sea
Mexico's my lady
and she's okay with me

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Monday, April 08, 2013

The Iron Lady is No More

Margaret Thatcher, Queen of Conservistan, has died at the age of 87.  One of the original Mousketeers, she will always be remembered for her later appearances in films such as You Dirty Trollop and Beach, Blanket, Naughty Bastard. 

In her later years she suffered a series of strokes, and often complained about Britain's working class building nests in her hair.  Her family will miss her.  Maybe a few friends will, too.  That's the most any of us can hope for.  
 
Little known fact: the outer labial folds of Thatcher's vagina were used in the building of the Lusitania.

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Sunday, April 07, 2013

Portland, Oregon  
April 6th, 2013

Thursday, April 04, 2013

Better Days



she was thinking about her future
wondering if it mattered, wondering if she shattered
all the bones in her legs

she was thinking of better days
better days when he would listen
when the laughter would surround her
when the river would take them round the bend
and there was still a place called home

she began climbing out of the wreckage
she felt like forty miners, leaving from the coal mine
at the end of day

she fell to the side of the road
and found him screaming murder, she told him to stay alive
she was thinking of better days
but the sun don't shine at night
the sun don't shine at night

she was thinking of better days
better days when he would listen
when the laughter would surround her
when the river would take them round the bend
and there was still a place called home

he took his last breath while sirens sang of trouble
he vanished in the forest deep
deep beyond our lives
 ain't nobody gonna find him
just a body at the coroner
she was thinking of better days

the sun don't shine at night
the sun don't shine at night
the sun don't shine at night
she was thinking of better days

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