Given the chance, people believe mostly in people
all this stuff you read in books
about God, souls and other ideas
don't cause anyone to get that aroused
unless they hear it from the source.
But I could be wrong--having never made love to a God
or have I?
Hitler was supposedly lousy
in bed
and only had one testicle.
But I read that so i don't know if that counts.
I can't imagine anyone getting that enthused
about reading Mein Kampf.
I was supposed to read it once in a class long ago
but I had a headache and couldn't finish.
Those mass rallies must have been something
causing the stolid Martin Heidegger to lose his rationality
and play follow the madman
and they certainly triumphed the will of Leni Riefenstahl
who never needed any help in getting people turned on.
Just give me that old fashioned religion
the kind before the printing press
where they burned people at the stake
for heresy or lack of humor.
(from the penny lane garcia tribute thing)
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
The Music Lover (5)
"What a beautiful space (sic)
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me, me
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me, me
What a curious life we have found here tonight
There is music that sounds from the street
There are lights in the clouds
Its (sic) ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees, trees
Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
Now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name
What a beautiful space (sic)
I have found in this place
That is circling all round' the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all"
(last line is the best, coming into smithboro, all songs considered)
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me, me
And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me, me
What a curious life we have found here tonight
There is music that sounds from the street
There are lights in the clouds
Its (sic) ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees, trees
Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
Now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name
What a beautiful space (sic)
I have found in this place
That is circling all round' the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all"
(last line is the best, coming into smithboro, all songs considered)
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