Credits on all but two of these go to other people.
Don't tell them anything.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
I'll Be Proud Of You No Matter What
Credits on all but two of these go to other people.
Don't tell them anything.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Out Like A Lamb: Part 4
I’ll see you in the east, where the Sun rises.
It’s all I see.
I was outside and he let me in, but I knew I couldn’t stay there. I’m not even sure why I went. I wish you could tell me. I was there a few nights but things got bad. I started dreaming about a former life, a previous time. There was a man in my dream and he said… He said. He said. He said… Shit.
He said “what does a Jew want with a Samaritan? You know that they have no place among Samaritans.” But didn’t I stand on my own trying to hold back the tears on parade grounds? Six to the front, three to the rear, that’s the way we swing them here. Hut, two, three, four. Hut, two, three, four. Right here where they tell you not to lock your knees, because the position of attention is an exercise of discipline.
I see the pedestrians so pedestrian just dying to feel useful like the abandoned bible in a hotel drawer. And I hope I have been useful even for just a minute. I’m just tired of being tired of being tired of being tired. I don’t want to keep carrying my chains around with me. Which is why I stayed at a hotel just a few miles from my brothers house. Or maybe he decided to buy a house just a few miles from my hotel. Wherever the coattails lead, not who they belong to, that’s what I always say. And the romance novel I left behind was just another Technicolor dance in a dream that I still have. But be it train, plane, or automobile, I still exist.
If there’s nothing better to do we can practice parade. And we will be uniformed throughout the dormitory, because if it’s good for the goose then it’s good for the gander.
You can’t outrun the radio.
“I’m sorry darling, but I don’t remember much.”
I walked slowly down the hall to my brothers room and told him I had to stay in a hotel because I wasn’t comfortable sleeping with an alien in my room. I mean… he didn’t… how would you have taken that? Do you… Do you think she missed? Anything? Renee is that you? What a gorgeous nightmare. Now it’s back to sleep in this Holiday Inn. So I walked down the hall and then I left. Christmas was early and he left the scissors neatly on the counter top but I did not run with them I only used them to clip excess strings off of my shirt.
On the walk from the parking lot to the hotel reception desk I was stopped by a man. He told me he had built 10 carriages of equal size and equal measure. Ten carriages. For what? He wouldn’t say. I knew who he was. He didn’t fool me. You know what they say: fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, not going to fucking happen. God of Israel where were you when the infants were bleeding? Was theirs the blood that ran rivers red? Save the women and children, for they are the closest to God. Save the women and children, for they are the closest to us. Save the women and children, for they are the closest to love. Let the men die first. We fight the wars. We wear the scars. Let us do it.
And after I died in battle New York named fucking buildings after me. I never was able to take a picture of them; those buildings remain untouched. It’s written in stone and your heart is the throne. It’s written in stone and your heart is the throne.
Once things change how do you unchanged them? I’m always so inquisitive. The sex is free but the sound is not. That’s what she told me. Can you believe that shit?
“Going for a walk… what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’m going for a fucking walk.”
On that pad I could drift away. I would lose myself in my mind as long as I stayed in step and pivoted on the correct foot. Inline, pivot, twelve, twenty-four, left, right, left. Right flanks, left flanks, discipline, and day dreams. It was those few days around Christmas when everything was supposed to be normal again. Was it? Was it?
A story: “Yea, sure, I’ll tell you a story, what’s the heck? I lived next to this girl I liked and for years I would buy her candy and little things like that. She used to say ‘Oh, Elvin, you remind me of my brother.’ I used to think she liked me too. So my brother went off and joined the Marines and he come back from boot camp and told me he been dating the girl for years. That made me mad, so we flung each other ‘round the backyard for a little bit. We was just a few country bumpkins. He was a Jarhead, so I wasn’t supposed to be able to do that to him. Long story short, if a girl tells you that you remind her of her brother… well, that’s her way of letting you down easy.”
“Oh, Mother, He came down from above and saved us all.” Maybe I’m wrong but weren’t we just dancing? He saved them all and the mothers and daughters that lived through the flood were thankful and scared because the fathers and sons were still drowning. They screamed “To Hell with those bastards, for we have been found!” We moved like one body. Two hearts one body and you weren’t there when Christmas came early. You probably told your Mother that I left and to this I say: get the lead out of your dancing shoes.
Then I received a letter. It was from far away. Rocks and hard places.
“So I’m wondering what you think of the labyrinth being used as a torture device”
“What?”
“Well, I mean, do you think it’s cruel and unusual or do you think we should keep it?”
“Thomas, what the fuck?”
“Think about it. It’s not the governments fault what the minotaur does in there. We just have a labyrinth. Right? Am I right? Right?”
Oh, the letter was from Renee and I thought it was great. It’s great you miss me. I’m Thomas the fucking Tiger over here. You were scamming second rate lawyers in nightclubs while I was fucking whores in motel parking lots. Vacancy. Now that is real romance. You lust for businessmen with college degrees in fancy suits at fancy clubs with fancy cars that fancy you. Businessman that can organize and execute flawlessly a beautiful open-face party chock-full of Jetsetters and people that hang out with stars but aren’t actually starts themselves. But they couldn’t manage themselves out of a wet paper bag. Shoulders for my friends and backs for my foes.
And the drone continues on.
Elvin says: “You play the game. ‘I love you.’ ‘No, I love you the most.’ Hang up on her. Go to bed. Put an end to that stuff.”
And the drone continues on. You once wrote about me. Here is the truth…
They speak: I listen.
I speak. And you get angry that nobody gives a shit.
Someone please take me back to the Twenties when pilots were American Idols and bank robbers were movie stars. New York was so bright then. I asked her where all of the love had gone and she told me it was right where I left it. So I guess it’ll be there waiting for me when I get back. Or am I just looking in all of the wrong places?
Speak/Speak/Speak/Speak
!I am not the words that you so eloquently put together!
She tells me what I want to hear.
Something that really flabbers my gast: The reason that the British soldiers used to wear red coats is a fact that is not widely known. They didn’t wear them for fashion, protection, nicknames or camouflage. They wore the red coats so that when they went into battle and the first ranks were shot, the remaining ranks would not become frightened or sickened by the blood. It would blend in with the coat. This is the same general thought process that lead the French to color their trousers brown. Think about it.
I saw what you said about me and fuck it all. You should have kept drowning, Old Man. I have it with me and I doused it in gasoline.
Long live the King! Long live the King! Long live the King!
And the chorus goes:
Here we go again,
Same old shit again.
WW
It continues...
It’s all I see.
I was outside and he let me in, but I knew I couldn’t stay there. I’m not even sure why I went. I wish you could tell me. I was there a few nights but things got bad. I started dreaming about a former life, a previous time. There was a man in my dream and he said… He said. He said. He said… Shit.
He said “what does a Jew want with a Samaritan? You know that they have no place among Samaritans.” But didn’t I stand on my own trying to hold back the tears on parade grounds? Six to the front, three to the rear, that’s the way we swing them here. Hut, two, three, four. Hut, two, three, four. Right here where they tell you not to lock your knees, because the position of attention is an exercise of discipline.
I see the pedestrians so pedestrian just dying to feel useful like the abandoned bible in a hotel drawer. And I hope I have been useful even for just a minute. I’m just tired of being tired of being tired of being tired. I don’t want to keep carrying my chains around with me. Which is why I stayed at a hotel just a few miles from my brothers house. Or maybe he decided to buy a house just a few miles from my hotel. Wherever the coattails lead, not who they belong to, that’s what I always say. And the romance novel I left behind was just another Technicolor dance in a dream that I still have. But be it train, plane, or automobile, I still exist.
If there’s nothing better to do we can practice parade. And we will be uniformed throughout the dormitory, because if it’s good for the goose then it’s good for the gander.
You can’t outrun the radio.
“I’m sorry darling, but I don’t remember much.”
I walked slowly down the hall to my brothers room and told him I had to stay in a hotel because I wasn’t comfortable sleeping with an alien in my room. I mean… he didn’t… how would you have taken that? Do you… Do you think she missed? Anything? Renee is that you? What a gorgeous nightmare. Now it’s back to sleep in this Holiday Inn. So I walked down the hall and then I left. Christmas was early and he left the scissors neatly on the counter top but I did not run with them I only used them to clip excess strings off of my shirt.
On the walk from the parking lot to the hotel reception desk I was stopped by a man. He told me he had built 10 carriages of equal size and equal measure. Ten carriages. For what? He wouldn’t say. I knew who he was. He didn’t fool me. You know what they say: fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, not going to fucking happen. God of Israel where were you when the infants were bleeding? Was theirs the blood that ran rivers red? Save the women and children, for they are the closest to God. Save the women and children, for they are the closest to us. Save the women and children, for they are the closest to love. Let the men die first. We fight the wars. We wear the scars. Let us do it.
And after I died in battle New York named fucking buildings after me. I never was able to take a picture of them; those buildings remain untouched. It’s written in stone and your heart is the throne. It’s written in stone and your heart is the throne.
Once things change how do you unchanged them? I’m always so inquisitive. The sex is free but the sound is not. That’s what she told me. Can you believe that shit?
“Going for a walk… what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’m going for a fucking walk.”
On that pad I could drift away. I would lose myself in my mind as long as I stayed in step and pivoted on the correct foot. Inline, pivot, twelve, twenty-four, left, right, left. Right flanks, left flanks, discipline, and day dreams. It was those few days around Christmas when everything was supposed to be normal again. Was it? Was it?
A story: “Yea, sure, I’ll tell you a story, what’s the heck? I lived next to this girl I liked and for years I would buy her candy and little things like that. She used to say ‘Oh, Elvin, you remind me of my brother.’ I used to think she liked me too. So my brother went off and joined the Marines and he come back from boot camp and told me he been dating the girl for years. That made me mad, so we flung each other ‘round the backyard for a little bit. We was just a few country bumpkins. He was a Jarhead, so I wasn’t supposed to be able to do that to him. Long story short, if a girl tells you that you remind her of her brother… well, that’s her way of letting you down easy.”
“Oh, Mother, He came down from above and saved us all.” Maybe I’m wrong but weren’t we just dancing? He saved them all and the mothers and daughters that lived through the flood were thankful and scared because the fathers and sons were still drowning. They screamed “To Hell with those bastards, for we have been found!” We moved like one body. Two hearts one body and you weren’t there when Christmas came early. You probably told your Mother that I left and to this I say: get the lead out of your dancing shoes.
Then I received a letter. It was from far away. Rocks and hard places.
“So I’m wondering what you think of the labyrinth being used as a torture device”
“What?”
“Well, I mean, do you think it’s cruel and unusual or do you think we should keep it?”
“Thomas, what the fuck?”
“Think about it. It’s not the governments fault what the minotaur does in there. We just have a labyrinth. Right? Am I right? Right?”
Oh, the letter was from Renee and I thought it was great. It’s great you miss me. I’m Thomas the fucking Tiger over here. You were scamming second rate lawyers in nightclubs while I was fucking whores in motel parking lots. Vacancy. Now that is real romance. You lust for businessmen with college degrees in fancy suits at fancy clubs with fancy cars that fancy you. Businessman that can organize and execute flawlessly a beautiful open-face party chock-full of Jetsetters and people that hang out with stars but aren’t actually starts themselves. But they couldn’t manage themselves out of a wet paper bag. Shoulders for my friends and backs for my foes.
And the drone continues on.
Elvin says: “You play the game. ‘I love you.’ ‘No, I love you the most.’ Hang up on her. Go to bed. Put an end to that stuff.”
And the drone continues on. You once wrote about me. Here is the truth…
They speak: I listen.
I speak. And you get angry that nobody gives a shit.
Someone please take me back to the Twenties when pilots were American Idols and bank robbers were movie stars. New York was so bright then. I asked her where all of the love had gone and she told me it was right where I left it. So I guess it’ll be there waiting for me when I get back. Or am I just looking in all of the wrong places?
Speak/Speak/Speak/Speak
!I am not the words that you so eloquently put together!
She tells me what I want to hear.
Something that really flabbers my gast: The reason that the British soldiers used to wear red coats is a fact that is not widely known. They didn’t wear them for fashion, protection, nicknames or camouflage. They wore the red coats so that when they went into battle and the first ranks were shot, the remaining ranks would not become frightened or sickened by the blood. It would blend in with the coat. This is the same general thought process that lead the French to color their trousers brown. Think about it.
I saw what you said about me and fuck it all. You should have kept drowning, Old Man. I have it with me and I doused it in gasoline.
Long live the King! Long live the King! Long live the King!
And the chorus goes:
Here we go again,
Same old shit again.
WW
It continues...
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