Thursday, June 01, 2006

THE BLACK DOG*









woke up refreshed for the first time in months/then the shitstorm came boiling in-up-over everything/i have NEVER succumbed to the Life Sucks Movement/i believe in getting off your duff and moving some dirt/not to is an indulgence, but i am weakening daily/no traction/no change/no movement other than me geographically/dullthudthrob of a parade of disappointmentsillnessesbadbreaksletdownsputdownshandme
downsdowndown/swampedstuckin majorpoo/i was so on top! really! then...i dunno...the pendulum swingswangswung Poe-like closer and closer swishswishswish/no reliefsuccorpeace/women? hah./music? please./food? yuk./art? no power./artists? artists????

i once wrote a song called Gun Day that goes:


well, i'm so mad this morning, all i can do is spit
no more cheek turning, the end, that's it
i got bugs in my coffee...the sky is crying
the tv's looking at me and the radio's lying
i go pop...i become a weapon
stick a sign on the door that says..."gone stalking"

kindness is weakness...kindness is weakness

this is one of those days that's "one of those days"
the horror boils over and i'm chokin'
this city's a noose, packed with bad actors
soft as a sales pitch...tough as a tractor
all the faces...too many faces, dirt and noise and...
look out, you motherfuckers....this boy's poison

kindness is weakness...kindness is weakness

'cause there's nothing wrong with you
that a spanking won't fix
and if a whack won't do it...we'll proceed to kicks
and if stomping don't make it, take it further still
'cause if the boot won't do it, maybe a bullet will...

"ONE DAY..." "SOME DAY..." "SOME DAY..." "TODAY..." "IT'S..."

GUN DAY...GUN DAY, yessirreee
GUN DAY...don't even look at me
GUN DAY...would ya like a lead kiss?
has it come to this? oh yeah, it's come to this!
GUN DAY...GUN DAY

i see rows of white crosses, crossed off, cross hairs
so long, syonara, goodbye...who cares?
cannons in my pockets, warming up the triggers
a tiny little man feeling ten times bigger
now, don't blame the weather...ain't the phase of the moon
sunspots, hormones, help me...don't touch me
shifting out of red into cold blue burn
when will you ever learn? when will you ever learn? (that)

kindness is weakness...kindness is weakness
'cause there's nothing wrong with you
that a spanking won't fix
and if a whack won't do it...we'll proceed to kicks
and if stomping don't make it, take it further still
'cause if the boot won't do it, maybe a bullet will...

"ONE DAY..." "SOME DAY..." "SOME DAY..." "TODAY..." "IT'S..."

GUN DAY...GUN DAY, it's not pretty
GUN DAY...god, i hate this city
GUN DAY...man, this is fun!
GUN DAY...how fast can you run?

I HAVE TO DO THIS THING, I HAVE TO DO THIS THING

boom! boom!
black ones, white ones, hebrews, catholics
a semi-automatic's very democratic
if i was the fella with his finger on the button
i'd push it in a second...no hesitation
'cause this planet's a toilet, plugged and stinking
the whole damn human race, needs flushing
and i'm the man to do it, says a voice in my head
you can't kill me cause i'm already dead

kindness is weakness...kindness is weakness

'cause there's nothing wrong with you
that a spanking won't fix
and if a ..STILL TALKING? NO MORE TALKING

GUN DAY...c'mon hold still
GUN DAY...didja write yer will?
GUN DAY...here's one for you
release this pressure with a boom boom boom boom

...and i become a man-thing
...and i become a man-thing
...and i become a man-thing
...and...i...just...ex...plode.

yup...


NP (
thanks, Jody.): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwHKmI8VrS4&search=TROMBONE

PEEVE DE JOUR: don't get me started...

N. B. A T. W. P.: HALF CLEVELAND @ THE LIME SPIDER/AKRON/10PM/just go, okay? it's a friggin' benefit for N.O. displaced musos...

NEW FEATURE! - ROSATI'S FLAVOR-OF-THE-DAY/June 2nd = SPUNKY MONKEY (bananas, walnuts, chocolate chips)

*...is what Winston Churchill called depression.

2 Comments:

Blogger H. Harvey said...

trombone guy is wonderful!!! drive carefully. call me.

xoxoxoxo

12:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds like Crabby Appleton needs a hug from Mr. Rogers.

5:19 PM  

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