Do what thou wilt
Do what thou wilt shall be the law
The earth will not dictate the way that you go
The power to believe is always yours
The system you conceive will see you through.
As you are I was, as I am you shall be.
As you are I was, as I am you shall be.
There are ways and words that undermine
There are gifts you have to use in time
Fragile worlds will fall beneath your feet
Cherish every confidence you may keep.
Forbidden things discussed, you cannot respond
This is the final law, there’s nothing beyond
The whole of what you see, the frame on the wall
The name you try to find means nothing at all.
A place to park those random thoughts, stolen images, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down.
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Out of the Bedroom Night & Harry Potter
Going to OOTB - that's "Out of the Bedroom" - a regular open mike night tonight. Won't be playing tonight as I'm writing the review(s) for all the acts participating. OOTB is on every Thursday in the Waverley Bar in Edinburgh, near the world famous Royal Mile. Acts perform from 9 till 12 ish. For more info try www.outofthebedroom.co.uk , you'll find news, reviews, gig details, song clips and lots of other stuff there. Useful if you are a budding songwiter and visitors ( and we get them from all over) are welcome. Scotland isn't so bad a place, infact it's great.
It's also raining, had tuna rissoto, Ali's working late and I dreamt that the cat could say "Tiger" last night - no connection. Saw Harry Potter and the Prisoner from Cell Block H last night. Me, Ali, Erin and Guy. Ate lots of ice cream and really did enjoy the film.
It's also raining, had tuna rissoto, Ali's working late and I dreamt that the cat could say "Tiger" last night - no connection. Saw Harry Potter and the Prisoner from Cell Block H last night. Me, Ali, Erin and Guy. Ate lots of ice cream and really did enjoy the film.
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Sneaking out at the back, sneaking in at the front III
Sneaking out at the back, sneaking in at the front III
Live and dirigible
With skin and ribs and hydrogen breath
Floating in the sky till the ground brings death
None of it as bad as history has painted
Tame disasters exaggerated by media’s uncontrolled urges
To register its power and attitude surges
On radars not yet invented
Uncommitted sins already repented
A last drink and meal and one for the road
Live and dim
Now your fire has cooled and your wrath exploded
I did not realise the gun was loaded
Or how itchy that finger was
And the tendencies displayed to run and fall dismayed
He is the stalker and the grave
Of all their cruel inventions
Progress like this was never our intention
Now widowed and willowy wound down
Like a whispered and played out sound
Always it’s the death of it that meets us
Back on the ground.
Live and dirigible
With skin and ribs and hydrogen breath
Floating in the sky till the ground brings death
None of it as bad as history has painted
Tame disasters exaggerated by media’s uncontrolled urges
To register its power and attitude surges
On radars not yet invented
Uncommitted sins already repented
A last drink and meal and one for the road
Live and dim
Now your fire has cooled and your wrath exploded
I did not realise the gun was loaded
Or how itchy that finger was
And the tendencies displayed to run and fall dismayed
He is the stalker and the grave
Of all their cruel inventions
Progress like this was never our intention
Now widowed and willowy wound down
Like a whispered and played out sound
Always it’s the death of it that meets us
Back on the ground.
Sneaking out at the back, sneaking in at the front II
Sneaking out at the back, sneaking in at the front II
Live and durable
Testing the admissible
We came and saw and charged about
In a battery of scientific rage and roustabout
Who are you to offer any intellectual challenge?
To tear and scribe and whine in all your malice?
You have yourself an audience with real believers now
Who’ll shape and snare words with you
As you worship your holy cow
Stick pins in your pink chins and kick their shins
To check the sophistications and criticise alliteration
To be proud and scornful and avoid masturbation
Like you’re some kind of bony fasting fastidious saint
We see through you like wet tissue and you are profane
Don’t try to explain or slip out of the blame
Here is the weakest of strong poetry
Undermining and underpinning your progressive snobbery
I am the voice of the clean rat who sees you
Poisons the timbers and plaster world you adhere to
The cat’s whiskers snigger and tremble
Here comes something that nothing resembles
More like the lunatic scribbles
That so trouble.
Live and durable
Testing the admissible
We came and saw and charged about
In a battery of scientific rage and roustabout
Who are you to offer any intellectual challenge?
To tear and scribe and whine in all your malice?
You have yourself an audience with real believers now
Who’ll shape and snare words with you
As you worship your holy cow
Stick pins in your pink chins and kick their shins
To check the sophistications and criticise alliteration
To be proud and scornful and avoid masturbation
Like you’re some kind of bony fasting fastidious saint
We see through you like wet tissue and you are profane
Don’t try to explain or slip out of the blame
Here is the weakest of strong poetry
Undermining and underpinning your progressive snobbery
I am the voice of the clean rat who sees you
Poisons the timbers and plaster world you adhere to
The cat’s whiskers snigger and tremble
Here comes something that nothing resembles
More like the lunatic scribbles
That so trouble.
Sneaking out at the back, sneaking in at the front.
Sneaking out at the back, sneaking in at the front.
Live and durable
Exhausted and fragile
Speaking with the voices of gin
Singing in the place you begin
Sweeping up those bits of unbelief
That stick in your stubborn back teeth
All that walks and lies beneath
The frosty glare of a sunny morning
Shattered black like a weather warning
Here in your distance a wreck to replace
The tricks of memory that change your face
Stand back from the brink of the place your toes grip
Stagger and sway on the edge of the lip
We fall; you fall in this withered alliance
Speaking out but silent as you baffle with your silence
This end break to divide and sparks to kindle
This cursed flame holds on to life and riddles
You came to understand but we made it all incomprehensible
That’s the play that we game. We stick to impossible.
Live and durable
Exhausted and fragile
Speaking with the voices of gin
Singing in the place you begin
Sweeping up those bits of unbelief
That stick in your stubborn back teeth
All that walks and lies beneath
The frosty glare of a sunny morning
Shattered black like a weather warning
Here in your distance a wreck to replace
The tricks of memory that change your face
Stand back from the brink of the place your toes grip
Stagger and sway on the edge of the lip
We fall; you fall in this withered alliance
Speaking out but silent as you baffle with your silence
This end break to divide and sparks to kindle
This cursed flame holds on to life and riddles
You came to understand but we made it all incomprehensible
That’s the play that we game. We stick to impossible.
Monday, June 14, 2004
The impydomps
The impydomps
The impydomps are small
And very very mean
They steal children so beware.
Their hats are pointy
And their suit is purple
They all have blue eyes
And enormous teeth
So if you cross an impydomps
You might get a big surprise
They tell you lots of lies
And they wear gray ties
By Olivia
This is poem written by my youngest daughter and is I think pretty good.
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