I#8217;ve been #8216;avin you on all these years

But yeah it don#8217;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#8230;(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

#160;

So y#8217;see #8216;ere ah was all ready

To load up the confessional

Spill the beans on everythin I#8217;ve done

Give ya the ole teary

#8220;I repent#8221; 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#8217;s the last this songsters gonna dish

After that

We#8217;re gonna let it roll, baby roll

#160;

So I#8217;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#8217;ve been

But I sure am sorry that I didn#8217;t hold your hand

Been over in ole Nick#8217;s den

Slep#8217; wi#8217; #8216;im if you must know

Dragged yr name aroun#8217; in the muck

Tried to be the devil#8217;s own

But it didn#8217;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

#160;

So right

Here it is

Am done

Ole Nick

#8216;ee can go bugger #8216;isself

For all I care

Gonna get this show on the road

Gonna gonna gonna

Y#8217;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

#160;

#8216;N all my needs ya already know

Like the help I need

With askin the right questions

Seein the right me

#8216;coz if Anna needed it

I need it too

Only jus#8217; #8216;bout a squillion times more

#160;

So now you can play your cards

My stack is all dealt out

On the board

Yeah ok, I#8217;ve still got a few

Aces to run through

Some twinklies stored up

It#8217;ll come when it is due

Till then you know

We#8217;ll just let it ride

And watch it all play out

In rhyme n verse

#8216;coz you#8217;re the one

#160;

(and mebe just mebe

I can stick one

In ole Nick#8217;s eye

Right there in the center

Of his face

Something he can#8217;t do nuffin

But accept

And let it ride for all to see

For all eternity

Can I?

Huh?

Can I?)

Building a shipyard here

#160;

Olive Ridleys?

What#8217;s that?

#160;

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#8230;

#160;

Ah, Mr. Tata, Mr. Tata

Such wisdom

Such verve

Such out-of-the-box thinking

#160;

The value of industry

Outweighs the needs

Of rootless terrapins

Some argue

Let#8217;s not spoil the

India shining party

Talkin such malarkey

#160;

Environmental impact?

WE ARE THE ENVIRONMENT

Thunder the titans of commerce amp; industry

Rape, pillage, rout, and plunder

The soil from under

The skies floating above

#160;

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?

#8220;I am the prince of the all that I survey#8221;

Over the shifting desert sands

Dead prince

over

Dead habitats

Destroyed ecologies

#160;

Or will it say something different?

I wonder

Let go of your vanity

It#8217;s taken you nowhere till today

Yeah, I know you got all this pride

Stacked to win at number one

#160;

You are who you think to be

No one else will see that way

Even if you make it to

The hit parade

#160;

I know you love to do

what you do

Everyone will still believe in you

Make up all that#8217;s lost till now

Recount all the stars above

Earn your stripes on the battle field

Don#8217;t stop till the day is done

And you can go with a blissful smile

About the little toil

You had planned so long ago

#160;

I know you love me more than anything

I wish I could say the same today

I can cry my heart at that

But it aint gonna change a thing

My love for you is only words

Spouted to meet the shrink#8217;s demand

And yet I#8217;ll say this again

#160;

Hold on to your sanity

Let go of your vanity

It#8217;s taken you nowhere till today

Gotta hug the sun and smile away

And let go of all these foolish damns

#160;

I can see your crinkly eyes

Tryin to stay dry but waterin away

Makes my dream rise like a mist

Waterin the groves of future kind

#160;

That#8217;s all that you are here to do

Burn down all these crazy clues

Show me what I want to hear

Thrill my eyes with the sound

Turn it right all around

#160;

#8216;N the only way that can be done you know is if you#8230;

Hold on to your sanity

Let go of your vanity

Hold on to your sanity

Let go of your vanity

#160;

Yeah, yeah yeah#8230;

#160;

#160;

W. E. B. DuBois#160;via Poynter Online

#160;

Unknown

Tell us of pain

#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160; Your pain is the breaking of the shell

#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160; That encloses your understanding

#160;

#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160;#160; The Prophet, Khalil Gibran

Source Unknown

from A People’s History of the United States – Howard Zinn

Dynamic parlance pumps this ride:

You know the absolute edge of saying anything that comes rushing in through your head?nbsp; Without any thought to wit or wonder?nbsp; Playing the dynamics sweepstakes.nbsp; Right here at the edge.nbsp; No editing no turning away.nbsp; Just let the words run.nbsp; Maybe not unguarded but certainly unrefined.nbsp; Stylists, purists, master craftsmen all said, this is so much bullshit.nbsp; Any old man can string a sentence of seeming intelligence by just letting his mouth runaway with him.nbsp; Show up to everyone what a fool he is inspite of the genius crouch.

Sheesh.nbsp; I said.nbsp; The reference terms suck.nbsp; Who really gives a fuck about brilliance or rank mediocrity (OK, I do – who wouldn’t?nbsp; Especially when you stake your craft?).nbsp; Tum tee dad um.nbsp; We stand here at the edge of the divide.nbsp; This is my favorite spot you see.nbsp; The divide.nbsp; The point of confusion and chaos.nbsp; Everyone lookin like assholes spouting theories and pointing in every direction but the right one.nbsp; This where I like to shine while I secretly laugh in contemptuous delight at your failings.nbsp; Give you a leg up in the right direction? Yeah, right so that you can fall flat on your face.nbsp; I hate you so for being you.nbsp; Stupid.nbsp; I know I know, this is a really bad thing to say.nbsp; But open soul surgery said lay it all bare.nbsp; Dig out the innards.nbsp;

There is a school of thought, which has strong support in many realms, which calls for closely guarding your thoughts and jealously hoarding your feelings.nbsp; I tried to subscribe to that school.nbsp; Seriously.nbsp; Sincerely.nbsp; But I am a bad liar.nbsp; To myself.nbsp; It seems the primary requirement for showtime shine is to effectively lie to yourself.nbsp; I failed that entry requirement many times.nbsp; I tried you know.nbsp; Really sincerely tried.nbsp; They look so smart and polished and ready to rule the world in benevolent benediction.nbsp; Draped over with hot n sexy nuffins that makes yournbsp;cock achenbsp;but leaves your heart untouched.nbsp; Macho bazaar.nbsp; Diva parlours.nbsp; Any one of ‘em with a look and smile could catapult you into the hall of fame.

But I prefer listenin to Belle Star…

You can't play it safe
And still go down in history
So saddle up the horses
'Cos we're headed for the hall of fame

nbsp;

And for all my love of gettin nekkid, I am still very much a master of deception.

– William Blake.

nbsp;

Found here.

I want

The universe in

My back pocket

The Sun

For my shades

nbsp;

I want

Eternity

On my fingertips

nbsp;

But more than anything else babe

I want you

Oh yeah

I want you

nbsp;

Skin to skin

Soul pourin fire

Down our veins

Burnin up the

Doomsday dogs

Wreckin all those

Cutesy trysts

At the devil’s door

nbsp;

Oh yeah

That’s when I see that

More than anything else babe

I want you

Oh yeah

I want you

I want you

nbsp;

Right here and now

nbsp;

We hunger in the blind

Draw our arrows in the dark

Aim it up

At the schemers

On the hill

nbsp;

Yes, my child

We goin to break

This evil shell

nbsp;

No ones gonna

Keep our hearts

From thudding

To the rhythm of the earth

nbsp;

Aint goin to be long now

Daybreak’s gonna

Hit center stage

nbsp;

And we’ll hear our

Hearts beating again

Singing to the tune

Freedom takin control

Setting us free

Bringing us in

Takin us home

nbsp;

Oh yeah

That’s when I know that

More than anything else babe

I want you

Oh yeah

I want you

I want you

"It's like a dead nerve," he [Jack] says. "A whole generation -- maybe two generations now -- all they know are special effects. Not just all they know. That's all they want.

During an Esquire interview with Sean Penn about his directorial Into the Wild

[from Slashdot]

Die Hard 4:nbsp;You know what to expect.nbsp;So the adrenaline never kicks in.nbsp; Loved the stunts.nbsp; But again it had the quality of a mainliner jabbing for a vein and missing.nbsp; I think I blinked when the car flipped and somersaulted into the cameras.nbsp; I could hear screams here and there in the theatre: kids, I would guess.nbsp; Now if it had been shot in 3D…well, then maybe you could invite that hot girl and have her hug you in terror when the car hurtled into your faces.nbsp; Girls, what you do is invite the guy and cling to him.nbsp; Give him ideas.nbsp; But only if its in 3D.nbsp; It’s not.nbsp; So, no joy.nbsp; Bruce Willis.nbsp; Good for the money.nbsp; Geeky theme.nbsp; Interesting.nbsp; Dialogs:nbsp; Yipikaye motherfucker, was where it peaked (I'm being generous).nbsp; It's been downhill since.nbsp;

Wild Hogs: Standard funny movie.nbsp; The laugh cues got to you but you knew you were laughing.nbsp; Notnbsp;like say Friends, where you laugh in spite of yourself.nbsp; Even with those god awful laugh tracks running in the background, you laughed.nbsp;nbsp;Genuinely, right from down inside.nbsp; Deep comic quality there.nbsp; For Wild Hogs you did it 'coz it was better than keeping quiet or just smiling.nbsp; Though I did control myself and refrain from hooting when John Travoltanbsp;showed up on the screen.nbsp; He is good, aint he?nbsp; Basic storyline: four middle aged guys decide to bike to the Pacific and run into a bunch of bikers.nbsp; Some good ole American value preps but they fail to deliver.nbsp; Marisa Tomei is still mmmmmm.nbsp; This musta been a weekend project or something for the gang.nbsp; Laze about and horse around with friends.nbsp; Everyone seems to be out on a picnic.nbsp; The actual shooting of the movie looks incidental.nbsp; But it had its moments.nbsp;

Like Die Hard.nbsp; You know where they are going to push your buttons.nbsp; Still, you go to a genre movie expecting your buttons to be pressed.nbsp; And they do.nbsp; Instant gratification.nbsp; Get some action.nbsp; Get some laughs.nbsp; Roil in popcorn, guzzle coke, stuff your face with chicken puffs, more popcorn, coffee.nbsp; Kick up your heels and let it all wash over you.nbsp; Don't bother too deeply about the cracks.nbsp; At least not while you are watching.nbsp; You get plenty of time to gripe over it after.nbsp; Like now.nbsp; :-)

The imagineering engine of Hollywood is slowly grinding down.nbsp; Or maybe it's always been like this?nbsp; And we've just grown up and are no longer seduced by the button pushing?nbsp; Somehow, I think not.nbsp; At least, not completely.nbsp; There is a continuous loser streak thats snucknbsp;innbsp;under the covers in Hollywood movies these days.nbsp; A quiet desperation.nbsp; Very un-American granted, but its there.nbsp; They need to pour on the bozo charm to keep the cracks from showing.nbsp;

A few weeks ago I saw Tom Cruise on TV talking to some actors.nbsp; He made a very pertinent remark.nbsp; It went something like: A culture is as deep, as alive, as strong, as big, as beautiful (choose your adjective) as its dreams.nbsp; And the arts are a big mirror of those dreams.nbsp; Not the only mirror, but yes a big mirror.nbsp; Scary don’t you think?

Something doesn't ring right though with most of these cine dreams.nbsp; Knock knock,nbsp; you can hear the echo rebound, after a while, if you wait long enough for it.nbsp; Whoo-hoo, that's a big bit of empty in there.nbsp; At least that's how it is with the masala fare that’s available

Is it any better herenbsp;or here?nbsp; Some saynbsp;they're yummy.

Elsewhere, in Hollywood Bollywood Lollywood Tollywood Pollywood, the same old ideas are recycled for the n^th time.nbsp; You see it the first time, you stand up and clap.nbsp; Whooping with the rush.nbsp; You see it the second time - you glow with pride.nbsp; You see it the third time - you nod.nbsp; The fourth time you either reject it:nbsp;so what else is new; or let it harden your arteries: a way of thought adopted.nbsp;

It's a value problem.nbsp; Everyone is just beginning to wake up to it.nbsp; The 21st century is going to be one big jing-bang about morality.nbsp; Of course, nobody will know what the shit is going on but everyone will have an opinion.nbsp; And so will you dear constant reader.nbsp; :-)

"Constant reader". I stole this from Stephen King.nbsp; SK lay low on my horizon till I stumbled into his On Writing.nbsp; Electrified me.nbsp; Since then, he sits right up there:nbsp; In my starry firmament of admiration.nbsp; And love.nbsp; Can’t get away from that.nbsp; Always a sucker for honesty.nbsp; Even with all the lip service to deception that I deal.

Meanwhile, we can be thankful that the music is still playing.nbsp; It's only when the music is over that we will need to contemplate what to do.

Are dull, hollow

Without love

nbsp;

Might as well be
A jungle drum

For all its flash n fury

nbsp;

Might as well be

Smoke ‘n Mirrors

For all its insight

nbsp;

This skin

Worn down to the bone

Smart, smooth, sophisticate

Empire builder

Snap your fingers

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; And have that

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Simpering gaggle

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; PYTs (Pretty Young Things) all in a row

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Darth Vader-esque

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; What is thy bidding master?

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; A 21^st century upgrade

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Thought engine

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Lord Byron would be proud

You know how to build it

The buttons to press

For femme fatale discovery

Making the plebs dance

nbsp;

That fingerlickin’ good

Taste of power…

nbsp;

…snap, rush, image, dance…

nbsp;

…Ellsworth Toohey, you ingrate fuck!...

nbsp;

Can’t keep up this charade

Can’t buy rhymes

To please the crowd

Can’t hit the notes

Of popular appeal

nbsp;

But yes…

Snap, rush, image, dance

There is still a few more aces left to play

Amelia Earhart.

Originally found here

Tell me something about nothing…

nbsp;

It no longer tickles my

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Thrill bone

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Love bone

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Hate bone

nbsp;

To hear of actual tales of

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Adventure

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Heroism

nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp;nbsp; Atrocity

nbsp;

I want something

That will give me

Cheap consumer thrills

A hot flash

At cleavage exposed

Thigh revealed

nbsp;

I want my mind

Disengaged

Freewheeling

Down this

Crazy highway

nbsp;

Watch the burning wrecks

Of

Good intentions gone awry

Bad intentions lighting

A bonfire to warm the gloating

Vindictive equilibrium of

Vicious delight

nbsp;

Hell ways

Zip by the smouldering hulks

Screaming

‘Ya get what ya deserve ya

Uncaring fucks”

nbsp;

Strange empty hollow satisfaction

Acid tears

Burning rivulets

Etch gulleys down my cheeks

nbsp;

The old man though pulled me up short

And I suppose you had nothing to do with any of this?

We peered down the

Dimly lit time corridors

Played magician and conjuror

Moved every ace in the book

And some beyond

Saw what would happen and

Echoed nursery rhymes:

nbsp;

Future muture

Pumpkin eater

Skewered the devil

On a sandpit fryer

Couldn’t spare any but

The flesh of jesus

I have the cream she said

I have the purr

Sex Goddess Inc. for breakfast

A pride of

Bright Royal Studs for lunch

And a mess of sycophants

To dress down the dinner barons

nbsp;

You know how its done, she shrugged

All worldly wise amp; knowledgeable

nbsp;

I grinned my canines

Yes, we know…

nbsp;

A flash of anger

A surge of hate

nbsp;

You supercilious, triple minded

Whored son of a …

nbsp;

…a royal parade?

I couldn’t resist the jibe

nbsp;

….What happened next is for the history books

But suffice to say

There were deep scars in my environment

Before I got my deck of cards racked

nbsp;

Speak straight you motherfuck

She hissed, splitting the air into pointed slivers of splintered glass

nbsp;

And spoil all the fun?

And be rapped by the legals

For stripping the shrouds over truth?

Now why would I do a damn fool thing like that?

The future

Said the, theta class citizens

We prefer the simplicity of

Thought patterns

Scorched, engorged, branded

Onto the rump of our brains

We prefer the easy

Regurgitation

of getting fat and lowing

over day time TV

nbsp;

Stop!

Stop!

SSSTOPPP!

nbsp;

Stop picking holes in the fabric of our lives

Stop being such a spoilsport

Why don’t you let it be

Accept the world as it is

Why don’t you accept social engineering?

For what it is

A society management tool

Designed to give

What the people want

Democracy at is best

From porn

To parades

We’ll have it all

Why bother ’bout anything else?nbsp;

Strike a spark in the dark

That I would

Stop in

shell shocked

grief stricken

round eyed

wonder

nbsp;

The children

Snapped the scene

Impatient with the sorrow

Here is what is served:

Good Times Inc

This is what is served

This is what we want

This is paradise

Heaven: now!

And tomorrow is no more…

…meaninglessness galore…

Get Overnbsp;It by Eagles

I turn on the tube and what do I see
A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me"
They point their crooked little fingers ar everybody else
Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves
Victim of this, victim of that
Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat
Get over it
Get over it
All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash
But you might feel better if I gave you some cash
The more I think about it, Old Billy was right
Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight
You don't want to work, you want to live like a king
But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing
Get over it
Get over it
If you don't want to play, then you might as well split
Get over it, Get over it
It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You're makin' the most of your losin' streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit
Get over it, get over it
Get over it
Get over it
It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit
Get over it, get over it

Courtesy: AZLYRICS, reproduced without permission