Rock Scissors Paper

 It's been a long time since I've written an Eno-esque nonsense song.

I was born squalid

Or—whatcha call it?

I’m just a big orangutan

who likes to toss his feces

I’m a young savage 

Quite below average

I will hit you like a rock 

And I will smash you into pieces

CHORUS: Oh, rock scissors paper

Rock scissors paper

You cut me now but I’ll cover you later

Paper rock scissors

Scissors paper rock

We tick & tock and click & cluck like a kooky cuckoo clock

Night singing skylark

Knife swinging mud shark

I’ll sweep you up and cut you down 

and slice you into slivers

I got my weapon

Watch what you step in

The click-clack that you hear is just 

The slicing of my scissors

Oh, rock scissors paper

Rock scissors paper

You cut me now but I’ll cover you later

Paper rock scissors

Scissors paper rock

We tick & tock and click & cluck like a kooky cuckoo clock

Oh, you silly dandy

You piece of rock candy

You’ll disappear completely like 

a quicksand-sinking lover

You’re think that you an Uzi

You silly floppy floozy

You can smash and you can cut 

But remember, I can cover

Oh, rock scissors paper &c.

Today's Verse: 11 May 2021

Going home to see my lover die
To whisper fondly "goodbye, goodbye"
All at once, all is undone
An abyss yawns where there was none
It's hungry and I can't resist
Being swallowed in its kiss
O! Alas! I'm losin' it

Today's Verse: 8 May 2021

I can't hold on, I'm letting go
Of everything I want to know
Free will and sensuality
Together have deserted me
Docile and considerate
I lie in bed and reminisce
O! Alas! I'm losin' it

Today's Verse: 7 May 2021

Tides are servants of the moon
You and I are servants too
Cycles take us high and low
Tumbling through the surf we go
Breathless we're deposited
On the sand to wait and sit
O! Alas! I'm losin' it

Today's Verse: 6 May 2021

There's comfort in slouching
Lying down on the job
Taking it easy
Being a slob

Today's Verse: 5 May 2021

Pleasure is a jellyfish
Dangerous, diaphanous

In an ocean of desire

Floating like a holy fire

Current makes us intimate

A little scared I must admit

O! Alas! I'm losin' it

Today's Verse: 4 May 2021

Good is bad and bad is good
The wolf is little red riding hood

Grandmother's out of touch it seems

She mixes up real life and dreams

The pieces of the puzzle no longer fit

The world is small and full of shit

O! Alas! I'm losin' it

Today's Verse: 27 April 2021

It's not curtains
I'm worried about

Let 'em rise, let 'em fall

By now, I've prob'bly seen it all

Though I nurture

A little doubt

April's Fool

what kind of fool would leave his friends in space,

 when they were right beside him, ready for the race? 

 why ever miss the chance, though they are far away, to join them in the dance that makes each day a play? 

 just words upon a screen, a cynic might opine, but their words touch my life, like fresh lips tasting wine.

 so call me April's fool, and call my longings folly, I know my foolish friends will always keep me jolly.

Today's Verse: 27 March 2021

The snails are rising
In towns and cities

The snails are rising

Throughout the land

The snails are rising

It isn't pretty

The snails are rising

They're out of hand

Inside their shells

There's trouble brewing

Inside their shells

The flames are fanned

Inside their shells

The fire's fueling

Inside their shells

Revolt is planned

What do they want?

What is their creed?

To satisfy

Their endless craving?

And to assuage

Their shameless needs?

The snails are rising

The earth is trembling

The snails are rising

It's judgement day

The snails are rising

In ranks assembling

The snails are rising

Too late to pray

Gone straight

 

Today's Verse: 18 March 2021

Felice has gone away
Dawn saw her silent leaving

Her neighbours fret and pray

She will not be returning

We loved her very much

We loved her very, very much

We loved her very much

Now she's gone away

I saw you hesitate

In between both now and then

Trying to seduce fate

Any way you lose and win

I love you very much

I love you very, very much

I love you very much

Now you've gone away

Daybreak came

I fell asleep

Afraid of losing you

When I awake

My mind at ease

You tell me what I always knew

Fire will consume us

In smoke we wander home

Water will entomb us

Nevermore to be alone

I loved you very much

I loved you very, very much

I loved you very much

And now you've gone away

Dancing with my demons

Making out like my sweet lord

The world is only seeming

A dream and nothing more

We love you very much

We love you very, very much

We love you very much

Now that you've gone away

Today’s Verse: 2 March 2021

 In a classy limousine 

He is often vaguely seen

Though the window’s not yet shut

You can see his shiny butt

Hover in the gloaming air

All at once, no longer there

RIP Phil

 I well remember the time around sophomore year at St John's when I had the Wall of Sound on constant rotation. Genius? Madman? Looked great in a wig. I'm looking forward to reading his prison journals or seeing the Netflix movie of same. Please Al Pacino.

RIP Sylvain

Sorry to read of his departure.... to a private world no doubt.

Today's Verse: 1 January 2021

 From the day I saw light first

I was blessed and I was cursed

Precognition is the gift

I was made to struggle with

Let me share it clear and plain

Everyday: more of the same

Love Cult!

 I took a poke at your Love Cult, Jimmy. The original song was written to an already-existing tune with no chorus, as Dennis favors the 32-bar AABA form.  I used the same form, so once again no chorus. However since Dennis thought "anthropophagic" was too hard to sing, I've cut his supper up for him and used (almost) all words of one syllable. Love cult!

Love cult, love cult

Come be part of our rite

Love cult, love cult

We only meet at night

 

Love cult, love cult

We sing our hymns of praise

Love cult, love cult

Just like the good old days

 

Boys and girls

Meet by night lit by the stars above 

Make their vows

That they’ll give their lives to live for Love

 

Love cult, love cult

Let all love be free

Love cult, love cult

Come make love with me!

 I dreamed I was getting new strings for my bass, and as I woke up, my left hand was playing "Baby, Won't You Come Upstairs." What a great song that is.

Happy Birthday Jymn

 I seem to have gotten my birthday wish--may you get all yours!

The Tragi-comedy of Love

Love is comic
Anarchic and anomic
Love is hilarious
So funny, so precarious
 
Love is tragic
Grotesque and anthropophagic
Love’s Grand Guignol
With a mad king and mad queen role
 
Angels laugh
When two lovers kiss 
And suddenly their hearts beat faster
Demons laugh
When the whole show turns to
Horror and to disaster
 
Is it catharsis?
Is that really what this farce is?
How can we know?
On with this tragic vaudeville show!