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 27, 2016

No More Ooh in Ooh La La!



Ebbing Flowing Darkly Inky Controversial Black Burkini
She was delayed when she came to the water
She was disturbing to those who could see
She was delayed when she came to the water
She was delayed by the powers that be
Du, twa, qua–no more ooh in ooh la la!

It was an ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
That she wore to la mer on that day
An ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
Down on the sand where she started to lay
Du, twa, qua–oh mon dieu, no ooh la la!

She was unafraid to be out in the open
Some people snickered, crying “ha ha”
Unafraid to be out in the open
Only she could see what she saw
Du, twa, qua–no more ooh in ooh la la!

It was an ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
That she wore to la mer on that day
An ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
Down on the sand where she started to lay
Du, twa, qua–oh mon dieu, no ooh la la!

She’s like a seal having fun in the water
The surfers are eyeing her keen
Just like a seal having fun in the water
On the front page of Surf Magazine!
Du, twa, qua–no more ooh in ooh la la!

It was an ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
That she wore to la mer on that day
An ebbing flowing darkly inky controversial black Burkini
Down on the sand where she started to lay
Du, twa, qua–oh mon dieu, no ooh la la!

(plus ça change)
Let’s go surfing now!
Everybody’s learning how
Come and wear Burkinis with me!
Come and wear Burkinis with me!

Image of woman in a Burkini from here.

Hat tip to Juan Cole of Informed Comment, whose post about the Burkini issue inspired this parody. 


Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Tell Me No More


he was sorta a preacher
sorta a friend
wore a suit and tie
the king of goddamn

he got on the telly
and said we would burn
but the rain came and flooded
his every word
yes, the rain came and flooded
his every word

down in louisiana
they got stories to tell
girls in the windows
boys in the well

so many want mercy
so many want love
from way down below
and from up above
yes, from way down below
and from up above

(chorus)
tell me again, preacher
'bout the fire next time
tell me again
water to wine
tell me again
and again and again
tell me again
then tell me no more

the preacher man's house
it could not swim
it sat in the muddy
dumber than sin

god was a punisher
punishing him
down in the muddy
dumber than sin

(chorus)
tell me again, preacher
'bout the fire next time
tell me again
water to wine
tell me again
and again and again
tell me again
then tell me no more

ain't no rules in heaven
except there's a hitch
god don't like being
your little bitch

next time the preacher
cries in the south
fish will come swimming
right out of his mouth

(chorus)
tell me again, preacher
'bout the fire next time
tell me again
water to wine
tell me again
and again and again
tell me again
then tell me no more

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Sunday, August 07, 2016

Little Birds Far From the Pain



Some dentist down south sent me an email
wishing me a happy birthday
I've never been inside of that office
and have no idea just what I should say

Somebody on FaceBook wished me a good one
kindly they were, kindly to care
I've never been inside of their thinker
I'm sure it is lovely, like a magical fair

Hey, hey, people from nowhere, people from clouds and from rain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain

Some bastard in Texas remarried his ex's 
time and again and then time and once more
I wonder if champagne tastes good in the summer
somewhere in Texas is an answer for sure

The dog is so pretty, so sweet and elusive
she runs in the yard like a pony so grand
Should I feed her my birthday, so she'll live forever?
I'll give her my years if she'll bark with the band

Hey, hey, people from nowhere, people from clouds and from rain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain

For humans in ruins, for laminate widows
For sorrow in strangers who stare
I've never been inside of their thinker
I'm sure it is lovely, like a magical fair

Hey, hey, people from nowhere, people from clouds and from rain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain
Hey, hey, people surrender, sending me little birds far from the pain

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