Sunday, September 18, 2011

Things that don't go together (4)

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)

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)