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This Wicked Tongue

until further notice

About Me

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So what's this "Road Closed" all about? I wish I could explain it sufficiently. Partly it has to do with the problematic strings these P2P sites have a way of pulling on the personal level despite the best of intentions (or lack of intentions, as the case may be), and partly with a re-evaluation of the public face-- such as it's been-- that I've heretofore put forth here (what is it that we come here to advertise, to offer, to seek? I can scarcely make sense of it to myself anymore, and never figured on coming to a point where I'd feel the need to contemplate it in the first place.) More than anything, I'm sure it all has to do with stuff that's resident in my head whether I post anything on this site at all.
And maybe beyond the bits and bytes and pixels on the screen it's just a further infusion of the damned thing with a weightier, graver dimension than was ever intended-- but it's actually for the purpose of halting that very process that I've simply felt the need to strip this billboard clean, until I feel I can have fun with it in the spirit of lightheartedness and innocence that I originally approached it with. The lingering absurdity, of course, is that at the end of the day we're still just talking about a freaking Myspace page, for fuck's sake: echoes of electronic graffiti tagged on an imaginary wall, a social life facsimile whose reflection of the personae we actually navigate through this or that real-world interaction can oftentimes seem subjective at best.
So then, even with this half-explanation offered, am I making too much of this shit? Okay, enough with the dissertation already. Bottom line: though my habits of contact remain as notoriously dreadful as ever and are perhaps by this point arguably worse, in the long run there are a lot of folks here with whom I don't want to ultimately lose touch-- so featureless though it may be and for what it's worth, I maintain some manner of presence here. Until further notice of reconstruction, it's the least I can do.

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This Wicked Tongue

Sep 2008

This wicked tongue says
God is a million miles away
This wicked tongue says
He can't see my day to day
This wicked tongue says
Go on, taste everything
And this wicked tongue says
You know you're not really living
And it stares into the sun
And it flies from star to star
Cursing everyone in my ringing ears
And the noise is as much as I can bear

So I asked her where's the heart?
In the rubbish heap of man
So I asked her where's the soul?
And the silence rang and rang
and rang and rang and rang
So I stare into the sun
And I fly from star to star
Cursing everyone in my ringing ears
And the noise is as much as I can bear

I give up he said
I give up you win
Creation baby has failed again

Yeah... shake
my blood.

July 2008

{- Rev 12:7 -}

ENTER THE DRAGON
JUNE 2008

Thom Yorke
A Punchup At a Wedding Tool
Intolerance PJ Harvey
Snake

getting there



May 2008
Shadows are fallin'
And I've been here all day
It's too hot to sleep
And time is runnin' away
Feel like my soul
Has turned into steel
I've still got the scars
That the sun didn't heal
There's not even room enough
To be anywhere
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

Well, my sense of humanity
Has gone down the drain
Behind every beautiful thing
There's always some kind of pain
She wrote me a letter
And she wrote it so kind
She finally put down in writing
What was in her mind
Sometimes I wonder
If she was even there
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

Robyn Hitchcock - "Not Dark Yet" by Bob Dylan I've been to London
And I've been to gay Paris
I followed the river
And it led to the sea
I've been down to the bottom
Of a whirlpool of lies
I'm not lookin' for anything
In anyone's eyes
Sometimes my burden
Is more than I can bear
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

I was born here and I'll die here
Against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin'
But I'm standin' still
Every nerve in my body
Is so vacant and numb
I can't even remember what it was
I came here to get away from
I don't even hear
The murmur of a prayer
It's not dark yet but it's gettin' there.

make[it]over

I've been thinking of the things that I've missed,
situations that I passed up for this…

Apr 2008
Here's the army that you mowed to the ground
And the bodies you left lying around
Talking it out the last hour
I'm through trying now, it's a big relief
I'll be staying down
Where no one else gonna give me grief
Mess me around
Just make it over

Your opinion was the law of the land
A single thing that I could always understand
I lived it out from hour to hour
The only thing that never really changed
It ran me all around
And dragged me down at the end of the day
Don't keep me around
Just make it over

I've been thinking of the things that I missed
Situations that I passed up for this
One-way love I took for ours
I'm through trying now, it's a big relief
I'll be staying down
I wasn't good at being a thief
More like a clown
Just make it over

Elliott Smith - "The Last Hour"

Tripped Ich

(a three-course serving of Word Jazz by Ken Nordine)

Apr 2008

"Blinko"

"An Ageing Young Rebel"

"Cliché Heaven"

Coma Boy

Mar 2008

A potent mix of wonder
Ignorance and fear
A place to hide under
A secret place to keep
Self-serving answers
Paper-thin belief
Come bury your soul with me

I know I'd like a conscious life
I don't know how to get there
I don't know how to get there
So keep me right
We're wasting time
I don't know how to get there
I don't know how...

Awaken
Stand up and fight
For all you've yet to know
Coma Boy
Aereogramme - "A Conscious Life for Coma Boy"

It's not something to love or hate
But don't you dare go throw it away
May you be all you can be
Coma Boy

A bloated rich endeavour
Or necessary care
Something I should bury
Or something I should share
Listen for doubtful ramblings
And you'll find me there
Come bury your soul with me

I know I'd like a conscious life
I don't know how to get there
I don't know how to get there
So keep me right
We're wasting time
I don't know how to get there
I don't know how...

Awaken
Stand up and fight
For all you've yet to know
Coma Boy

only taciturn

Feb 2008
Sadie, white coat,
Carry me home.
Bury this bone;
Take this pinecone.

Bury this bone to gnaw on it later;
gnawing on the telephone.
And 'till then, we pray & suspend
the notion that these lives do never end.

And all day long we talk about mercy:
lead me to water, lord, I sure am thirsty.
Down in the ditch where I nearly served you;
up in the clouds where he almost heard you.

And all that we built, and all that we breathed,
and all that we spilt, or pulled up like weeds
is piled up in back and it burns irrevocably.

We spoke up in turns,
'till the silence crept over me.

And bless you, and I deeply do
no longer resolute, and I call to you
But the water got so cold,
and you do lose what you don't hold.
Joanna Newsom - "Sadie"

This is an old song, these are old blues,
and this is not my tune, but it's mine to use.
And the seabirds where the fear once grew
will flock with a fury,
and they will bury what'd come for you.
Down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender
you and I, and a love so tender
is stretched on the hoop where I stitch this adage:
"Bless our house and its heart so savage."

And all that I want, and all that I need,
and all that I've got is scattered like seed.
And all that I knew is moving away from me.
And all that I know is blowing like tumbleweed.

And the mealy worms in the brine will burn
in a salty pyre, among the fauns and ferns.
And the love we hold, and the love we spurn,
will never grow cold, only taciturn.

And I'll tell you tomorrow,
Oh Sadie, go on home now.
And bless those who sicken below;
But bless us who have chosen so.

And all that I got, and all that I need
I tie in a knot that I lay at your feet.
And I have not forgot, but the silence crept over me.

So dig up your bone;
exhume your pinecone, my Sadie.

Dean V. Seibelmann

"I'm gonna try and not fuck up anymore."

Elliott Smith - "Easy Way Out"

Feb 2008

You'll take advantage 'til you think you're being used
'Cos without an enemy your anger gets confused
I got stuck on a side you know I never chose
But it's all about taking the easy way out for you,
I suppose

There's no escape for you except in someone else
Although you've already disappeared within yourself
The invisible man who's always changing clothes
It's all about taking the easy way out for you,
I suppose

It's all about taking the easy way out for you, I suppose

Well I watch you making mistakes
I wish you luck, I really do
With the problem, with the puzzle
Whatever's left of you

I heard you found another audience to bore
A creative thinker who imagined you were more
A new body for you to push around and pose
It's all about taking the easy way out for you,
I suppose

Justin Otherday

Happy New Year?



Jan 2008

(There's life underground)

I feel it all around, I feel it in my bones
My life is on the line when I'm away from home
When I step out the door the jungle is alive
I do not trust my ears, I don't believe my eyes
I will not fall in love, I cannot risk the bet
Cause hearts are fragile toys, so easy to forget

It's just another day, there's murder in the air
It drags me when I walk, I smell it everywhere
It's just another day where people cling to light
To drive away the fear that comes with every night

It's just another -- it's just another day
It's just another -- it's just another day
Oingo Boingo - "Just Another Day"

It's just another day when people wake from dreams
With voices in their ears that will not go away I had a dream last night: the world was set on fire
And everywhere I ran there wasn't any water
The temperature increased, the sky was crimson red
The clouds turned into smoke and everyone was dead
(but) There's a smile on my face for everyone
There's a golden coin that reflects the sun
There's a lonely place that's always cold
There's a place in the stars for when you get old

There's razors in my bed that come out late at night
They always disappear before the morning light
I'm dreaming again of life underground
It doesn't ever move, it doesn't make a sound
And just when I think that things are in their place
The heavens are secure
The whole thing explodes in my face

R. Baxter Duvall

Dec 2007

Pink Floyd - "What Shall We Do Now?" What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across this sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.

History
(lyrics by Joseph Arthur) Oct 2007

You're the shaded sun
You're daddy's broken gun
You're the loneliest moon
You are a butterfly dreaming about your cocoon
You're the only sound when I am blind
So I label you mine

You're the house you grew up in
You're always just arriving at your end
You're your mama's shit eatin' grin
and your daddy's double chin
You're the first pair of shoes you ever went to school in
And you're the kid pretending she's in prison
Behind the bars of a jungle gym

Someone's gonna give you wings
And you'll think it's what you need
And you'll fly
You'll be so high

But your history acts as your gravity
Your history acts as your gravity

You're the only one you ever believe in
You're the solution and you are the problem
You're a rapist and your only victim
You are fact and you are fiction
You're the only one you've considered a friend
And now you're alive
Waiting for your life to begin
Again

You try to find you, you who is lost
But you're hooked to the rush of approaching chaos
You're king for a minute but a fool for an hour
Alone in your room
You are a closed flower
Dreams of your shadow you're going to destroy
The way you handle yourself
Like an unbreakable toy

Someone's gonna give you wings
You'll think it's what you need
You'll fly
And you'll be so high

But your history acts as your gravity
Your history acts as your gravity
Acts as your history acts as your gravity
Acts as your history acts as your gravity
Acts as your history acts as your gravity



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