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Rainbow Harlot

December 16, 2008

 

rainbow harlot“Last Year’s Troubles”

Last year’s troubles are so old fashioned
the robber on the highway the pirate on the seas
maybe it’s the clothing that’s so entertaining
the earrings and swashbuckling blouses that please

here we have heroes of times that have passed now
but nobody these days has that kind of chin
over there the petticoats of ladies of virtue
you can hardly tell them from the petticoats of sin 

last year’s troubles

look at all the waifs of Dickensian England
why is it their suffering is more picturesque?
must be cause their rags are so very Victorian
the ones here at home just don’t give it their best

last years troubles they shine up so pretty
they gleam with a luster they don’t have today
here it’s just dirty and violent and troubling

last year’s troubles 

but trouble is still trouble and evil still evil
sometimes we wonder; is there more now, or less?
if we had a tool or could tally the handfuls
measure for measure it’s the same would be my guess

Suzanne Vega

 

Him:  Why do middle class girls weigh less than their working class counterparts?
Me: Because they learn to purge.

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Discovery

June 13, 2008

Three Days Grace
(Angry, discordant rock. Love it.)

Check ’em out:

“Never Too Late”

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don’t belong
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it’s not too late
It’s never too late

Even if I say
It’ll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we’ll turn it all around
‘Cause it’s not too late
It’s never too late

No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there’s something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It’s not too late
It’s never too late

Even if I say
It’ll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we’ll turn it all around
‘Cause it’s not too late
It’s never too late

The world we knew
Won’t come back
The time we’ve lost
Can’t get back
The life we had
Won’t be ours again

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don’t belong

Even if I say
It’ll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we’ll turn it all around
‘Cause it’s not too late
It’s never too late
Maybe we’ll turn it all around
‘Cause it’s not too late
It’s never too late (It’s never too late)
It’s not too late
It’s never too late

Courtesy of these people.

‘I must be running out of luck
‘Cos you’re not drunk enough to fuck’

Genius.

Here’s an alternative view.

Currently Listening to…

March 16, 2008


So long, go on and do your best,
Let all France have whiskey on its breath,
The world may not be shaking yet but you might prove them wrong,
Even long shots make it

So go then, out into history,
and show them how easy it can be,
you might not believe it yet but pretty soon you’ll see,
Even long shots make it,

Just don’t come home too soon,
Just don’t come home too soon,

And I don’t care what people say,
we can laugh it all away,
But if I have a dream at all for once you won’t be on that stupid plane

And the world may not be shaking yet,
but you might prove them wrong,
Even long shots make it

Just don’t come home too soon,
Just don’t come home too soon,
I don’t care what people say (Just don’t come home too soon)
We’re gonna laugh it all the way (Just don’t come home too soon)
I don’t care what people say (Just don’t come home too soon)
We’re gonna laugh it all the way (Just don’t come home too soon)
I don’t care what people say (Just don’t come home too soon)
We’re gonna laugh it all the way (Just don’t come home too soon)
I don’t care what people say (Just don’t come home too soon)
We’re gonna laugh it all the way (Just don’t come home too soon)

Just Don’t Come Home Too Soon, Del Amitri

Courtesy of these people.

The Patron Saint of Victims Everywhere

November 30, 2007

I stamp my feet,
This is not fair
For I am the Patron Saint
Of Victims Everywhere

Self-appointed, self-anointed.
But never, never effaced
I offer superficial harmony
In a chaotic world and this is why
I am universally embraced

Oh, come all adore me
For I am the one you have chosen
To stamp your identities upon
I am womanly, you see
The epitome of purity and passivity

But, in time, my foot soldiers fade away
Their attention strays, it wanders elsewhere
While I look for a way to remind you
That I am still the Patron Saint
Of Victims Everywhere

Adoration dissipates and this unlit stage
Is a lonely place. I expect empathy
But I cannot reciprocate
For I do not want others to share
My status as the Patron Saint
Of Victims Everywhere

The auditorium is deserted now
And I am devoid of admirers
I call out, into the darkness
I stamp my feet. This isn’t fair
Am I no longer the Patron Saint
Of Victims Everywhere?

Telling Stories

July 19, 2007
Tracy Chapman

  There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and me

There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me

There's a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
where I am the scary monster
I eat the city as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
There's no one but you standing

Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between

There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing

New Test Leper

July 11, 2007

Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
(R.E.M)

I can’t say that I love Jesus
That would be a hollow claim
He did make some observations
And I’m quoting them today
“Judge not lest ye be judged”
What a beautiful refrain
The studio audience disagrees
Have his lambs all gone astray?

(chorus)
Call me a leper
Call me a leper
Call me a leper

“You are lost and disillusioned!”
What an awful thing to say
I know this show doesn’t flatter
It means nothing to me
I thought I might help them understand
But what an ugly thing to see
“I am not an animal”
Subtitled under the screen

(repeat chorus)

When I tried to tell my story
They cut me off to take a break
I sat silent 5 commercials
I had nothing left to say
The talk show host was index-carded
All organized and blank
The other guests were scared and hardened
What a sad parade

What a sad parade

(repeat chorus)


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