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Boom-ba-lasha Baby

I've been from here to there
Trailin the sun from east to west
Hidin in the country
Singin in the city
Playin the fool
At the hit parade

Heard that beauty runs no deeper than skin
Heard that light is but a temporary thing
So I took despair
And crucified the bitch
On her very own witch's brew

Dark shiny scent of night
Serpent songs hissin in the park
And us sun dogs laughin
At the silvery moon, bayin

Shivers in the dark
farthest out
(beyond the perimeter's edge)
The devil pissin blood

We rang in the peace brigade
Rolled the dice
Showed up empty hands
Sleight of hand
was in the wind
Nothin that we did
(or could do)
Would ever win the day

So we let it all ride
at the maker's command
Every little story
we heard at the kitchen sink
All those tales of true
which were never spoke
Only whispered in the dead of night
When wayfarers shared joints
At cross roads on highways
'N each of us hell bent
on heaven's way

Aaah we said to the little 'uns
Come to feed on the eternal run
Have ye?
Hugs, kisses, 'n shh-es, all around
A wink n a smile, and a healthy wiggle of the hips
Musn't spill the secret too soon
You know what I mean am sure you do

Boom-ba-lasha baby
Boom-ba-lasha

Laughed the old sea dog
Salt drenched
Sun kissed
Hungry for the run

The hate scootin
Faster than you could
Call Mary 'n complain
Lakshmi grinned
Saraswati smiled

And they all coo'ed
the bedtime lullaby:

Boom-ba-lasha baby
Boom-ba-lasha
Boom-ba-lasha children

Boom-ba-lasha baby
Boom-ba-lasha
Boom-ba-lasha children

(...repeat to fade...)



November 10, 2008 | 10:11 AM Comments  0 comments

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September 22, 2008 | 10:09 AM Comments  0 comments

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dear Mister God

dear Mister God

I’ve been ‘avin you on all these years

But yeah it don’t happen that way

Nobody can put one over you

So I guesss you been just bidin yr time

Maybe laughin in yr sleeve

Mebe cryin…(I hope not)

But oh yeah bein the joker at the party is fine by me

Would thrill me to bits to see ya laugh

Yr guts out

it would

 

So y’see ‘ere ah was all ready

To load up the confessional

Spill the beans on everythin I’ve done

Give ya the ole teary

“I repent” song-n-dance

But ya wave it aside

Impatient wantin the party goodies

But I guess this one time

I need to do this

Sorta kinda preamable like

And that’s the last this songsters gonna dish

After that

We’re gonna let it roll, baby roll

 

So I’m goin to go

Flat out after

Each day

(like anna)

But I guess sayin it is stupid enough and

Ah just made it twice as difficult for me to do

I aint sorry where I’ve been

But I sure am sorry that I didn’t hold your hand

Been over in ole Nick’s den

Slep’ wi’ ‘im if you must know

Dragged yr name aroun’ in the muck

Tried to be the devil’s own

But it didn’t just kinda ring true ya know

Even all my anger and rage

My hate pourin fire thro my veins

Was all just your grief n pain

Remindin me how good it is

When you do your thing

 

So right

Here it is

Am done

Ole Nick

‘ee can go bugger ‘isself

For all I care

Gonna get this show on the road

Gonna gonna gonna

Y’know what all that means

So kick your heels back

And sink down there in yourn cushions

And watch another sun run do its thing

 

‘N all my needs ya already know

Like the help I need

With askin the right questions

Seein the right me

‘coz if Anna needed it

I need it too

Only jus’ ‘bout a squillion times more

 

So now you can play your cards

My stack is all dealt out

On the board

Yeah ok, I’ve still got a few

Aces to run through

Some twinklies stored up

It’ll come when it is due

Till then you know

We’ll just let it ride

And watch it all play out

In rhyme n verse

‘coz you’re the one

 

(and mebe just mebe

I can stick one

In ole Nick’s eye

Right there in the center

Of his face

Something he can’t do nuffin

But accept

And let it ride for all to see

For all eternity

Can I?

Huh?

Can I?)


June 30, 2008 | 7:06 AM Comments  0 comments

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Murder in the Rye: The Case of the Olive Ridleys

So they tell me you are

Building a shipyard here

 

Olive Ridleys?

What’s that?

 

Miniaturize them to cocktail shrimps

Mr. Tata roars

Serve them with eviction papers

Tell them to jump off the EAC[1]

At the Nicobar coast…

 

Ah, Mr. Tata, Mr. Tata

Such wisdom

Such verve

Such out-of-the-box thinking

 

The value of industry

Outweighs the needs

Of rootless terrapins

Some argue

Let’s not spoil the

India shining party

Talkin such malarkey

 

Environmental impact?

WE ARE THE ENVIRONMENT

Thunder the titans of commerce & industry

Rape, pillage, rout, and plunder

The soil from under

The skies floating above

 

In twenty years Mr. Tata

In twenty years

You will be just another plaque on the wall

What will it say I wonder

Another Ozymandias wreck?

“I am the prince of the all that I survey”

Over the shifting desert sands

Dead prince

over

Dead habitats

Destroyed ecologies

 

Or will it say something different?

I wonder

I wonder


[1] East Australian Current


June 24, 2008 | 2:06 AM Comments  0 comments

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Nuclear Joy

So you think you can

Hide away

Curse the living ground

‘Neath your feet

Don’t care if

The shit house

Flames out in a flash

They’ve had it comin

You may growl

But you know

That’s just tricks n twists
For not shinin at your party best

 

Aint gonna sleep till you

Give me

Your song

Get your party threads out

And strum those chords

 

Yes we know u are a fake

But on stage you are

Just what we need

 

Storms are a comin’

Down this century

Could kill freedom

Could kill fearless-ness

But you know that’s all just a muckeroo

Nobody can break our shine

‘Less you want them to

‘N even then its not a cinch

Jealousy has its own sweet plans

 

And oh oh oh oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

That’s when atoms collide

Joy goes nuclear

 

And oh oh oh

Aint that just what we’ve been waiting for

Wouldn’t want to miss it now

Would ya?

Come on sign up

‘fore the train leaves town

Let the rhythm work you over

Light up the shadowless day

‘coz its

the only way to go

Yeah, its the only way to go

…to go ...to go …to go …to go (fade)


June 23, 2008 | 2:06 AM Comments  0 comments

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