Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
THIS is probably one of the best songs I ever wrote. Your mileage may vary.
ORIGINALLY SCHEDULED FOR MAY 9
Well he went to his mother to ask her for her blessing for the life of a robber he was headlong bound. He knelt on the dirt floor of the house where he was born, she blessed him and she said,
“My son, go forth and steal!” x2
Crack baby born in a hospital room, and she’s seven months old and she’s known no other home. Thousands more like her as friendless as can be, and what will she grow into without help from you and me.
Don’t you know/how a mother loves her children. x2
Say hi to Mom say hi Now say goodbye
When I first held that helpless infant to my breast I thought, “It may get better but so far this is the best” nothing could prepare me for the way that I would feel! there’s magic in imagining, more magic in the real
Don’t you know/how a mother loves her children. x2
Thank you Gord, for doing such a great job on this… that’s him in on guitar and I think that is Mick Fleetwood on canned ie previously recorded drums.
the kings and queens of england
have stolen all your shit
but now they call it pageantry
and make you pay for it
the roundheads tried to end them
and they came slith’rin’ back
and now they’re narked cause harry wed
a yankee who is black
The kings and queens of england
stole half the world away
they stuck some in museums
and now you have to pay
The kings and queens of england
have stolen half the world
and now the heir’s a numpty
who’s known to rape young girls
they’ve blown all of their chances
of this there is no doubt
who’ll join with me so we can see
the crowned heads booted out
From dunnett head to dover
let’s see them booted out
1 Apophis was a god of note or so the legends say, til SG1 got up his nose and elseways in his way,
they tried to kill him n times- n minus one he survived,
you should have heard me shout for joy at the start of season 5. Chorus 1
2 Hathor was a re-al cow although she was Goauld, she put her finger to her lips and all the menfolks
drooled. Samantha Carter decked her CO cause she wasn’t fooled Jack O’Neill laid hands on her
and now she’s SUPERCOOLED Chorus 2
3 Nirrti’s gene experiments crossed her off Santa’s list. She lied and stole and lied some more and
got O’Neill quite pissed. She aimed for Jonas’ undies, we’re so glad that she missed! Then her minions made
her dance to the Istanbul twist Chorus 2
4 Sound is so evocative, it helps you in a slump, unless you’re waking up at night to wonder ‘what’s that bump?’
The gate is down! No DHD! Morale just took a dump! But I like when they close the iris, who’s that
THUMP THUMP THUMP. Chorus 2
Well my pa don’t say much but he don’t like none of my suitors
and my ma never stops she’s like a wasp in a winderpane
My sisters they fume and they tell me it’s my duty
Though I don’t want to wed, suitors harp at me again
Crowdin’ round, night and day
crowdin’ round, braggin’ and laughin’
Crowdin’ round, beggin’ kisses sayin’
When you gonna marry me?
I have sent them all off down the road in dusty twilight
and in peace I can pull down and play my mandolin
in the dark by the gatepost I hear a banjo twangin
And he’s far enough away that my pa can’t call it sin
Crowdin’ round, night and day
crowdin’ round, braggin’ and laughin’
Crowdin’ round, beggin’ kisses saying
When you gonna marry me?
All my life I’ve looked after my sisters and my brothers
now they tell me to marry and move out my trousseau
I’m worn out with this fam’ly and now must start another
Ne’er to sail foreign seas now, or hike in mountain snow
Crowdin’ round, night and day
crowdin’ round, braggin’ and laughin’
Crowdin’ round, beggin’ kisses saying
When you gonna marry me?
Some nights after my suitor let the banjo introduce him
He appears and then shyly he asks me for my hand
He’d not press me with children, as having the impression
It was something a husband and wife would jointly plan
instrumental break
Oh you speak to my heart, but what other chains are hiding
Shall I spend all my days by a stove and a sink
Shall I gasp in a fact’ry or wait upon your tidings
While you gamble in brothels and spend your health in drink?
chorus and fade
That’s Cindy Turner aka Shad elsewhere on this blog singing with me at a housefilk a couple years back. SHE LOVES THIS SONG and made me write an extra verse because it was too short.LOL
I am disconnected in time. I post today, a today in which I just watched the Audrey docco on Netflix, which made me cry. It was mostly in her own words. But this today is not the day you are looking at this scheduled post. So today, which is the 19th of March, I just read an amazing thread about grass, and someday being able to walk out into a field and calculate how much biomass is in it with your cell phone, and I am so happy that the person who wrote it is back on twitter cause he was gone three months and you’ve no idea how much I missed his posts about horses.
All present, my grasp of invective has got me in trouble, it’s true; don’t be deterred, please take me at my word. This song’s not directed at *you*.
Jackass and user and blockhead Nimnul and ratfink and dolt For personality, in your totality brittle as Frankie’s neck bolt!
In past you have rendered me livid And speechless with grief and with rage In characterization vivid Revenge has it’s way with the page!
My friends offer tea and assurance, All persons have merit and worth! But my thoughts are bloomin’ that you aren’t quite human and ¦ possibly not of this earth.
I won’t deride your genitalia I know your IQ isn’t low But in other respects you’re a failure I’m hoping you already know.
Were you at the roadside and bleeding Of COURSE I would render you aid But under friendslock O GOD how I would mock you, and all the mess that you made.
I am not rational. Clearly. But this is just furious talk! I’ll stick with Freud and when I am annoyed hurl insults instead of a rock.
This is one of Shad’s favourites of mine. She of course knows the WHOLE story about how this song got wrote, so her liking it is just the sweetest little raspberry on the top of my scone. Aren’t you glad that this is not about anyone who reads my blog? Of course if the person I wrote this for does come across this, I have two additional words. Fuck you!
Got my load on doc, you can dig the bullet out
I got my load on doc, my load on doc
x 2
I can feel it, but I just don’t care
Got my load on doc, got my load on doc
x2
My girlfriend gave me a little sissy gun
I got my load on doc, got my load on doc
Gunplay isn’t my notion of fun
I got my load on doc, got my load on doc
Chorus
I pulled out the pistol to back Bullock’s play
I got my load on doc, got my load on doc
You can get that bullet out now any time today
I got my load on doc, got my load on doc
Chorus
Now the bullet’s out and I just don’t care
Got my load on doc, got my load on doc
And I’ll be all right if Trixie’s standing there
I got my load on doc, got my load on doc
Got my load on doc, you can dig the bullet out
I got my load on doc, got my load on doc
to fade
There will be a time /it is coming soon /when they’re going to talk /talk about their feelings x 2
But… they have to save the world
and matters not the reason
it happens every season
Keep those feelings tightly curled
try hard not to heed them
and act like you don’t need them
(Ba dum dum dum!)
Chorus:
He makes her heart go boom boom boom
When he saunters into the briefing room
he makes her brain go snap snap snap
He has that effect on her every synapse
He makes her limbic system go wild
When he grins at her like a child
He could order her to do a flip
…O’Neill is her CO, she needs to get a grip
Everybody knows, pretending not to see
How Samantha glows, how O’Neill is smirking
Everybody knows, pretending not to see
How the feeling grows, yeah, they got it working
Oh, my God, just get a room
Did we forget to mention, the mounting sexual tension
In the face of certain doom
Just wrap it up quite neatly, and do it real discreetly.
She makes his heart go boom boom boom
When she strides into some dark Ancient tomb
She makes his brain go snap snap snap
That little blue tank top makes his will collapse
She makes his limbic system go wild
When she leans on him like a child
he could order her to do some flips
“We’ve got a job to do” is what crosses his lips.
O the curve of her cheek is rare
and the sound of her voice makes you just not care
quality Companion for hire
if you’re knotted she’ll unbind you
if you’re tense she will unwind you
o ya she knows her stuff about desire
For a good man he’s awful awful bad
for a bad man he’s awful awful good
But in the black it’s understood
that you fight for ship and crew
and you fast learn what to do
if you’ve bitten off a mite more than you should
He can pilot anything that can be flown
and you haven’t seen a thing until you’ve seen him in the zone
Crazy Ivans just for fun
with aplomb and savoir faire
he will pluck you from midair
and blow your mind twice more before he’s done
She brings the sexy to the engine room
and she’s challengingly perky in the face of certain doom
Cuter than a bug, my, my
As she’s learning you your lesson
stay away from the Capissen
cause you know those engines fall clean from the sky
Well he din’t hire on for his brains
no, more for the occasions letting ‘Vera’ off the chain
Not exactly Mr. Tact
But a demon in a fight
and he doesn’t travel light
and it’s good to feel the muscle at your back
When loyalty and courage are at one
the woman in the leather vest is surely set to stun
I would slowly back away
Cause she’ll more than test your mettle
she has got a score to settle
The Alliance has a major debt to pay
And what are we to make of Shepherd Book
I’d like to see his service record, yeah I’d like a look
I think he can do more than cook
and I find it passing odd
that a straight-up man of God
would ever need that devastating hook
The doc of all of them had most to lose
but he’s got a moral compass so he knows which way to choose
Keeping River safe’s his goal
as they dodge and they swerve
and get on each other’s nerves
and grief him while he’s patching up their holes
A wild eyed dancer tallies up the crew
don’t be on the receiving end of River’s ballet-fu
Her middle name is death
Gun or fist or knife
she will swiftly end your life
and do it with a grace that takes your breath
So now you’ve met the crew of Firefly
the Fox execs who cancelled it are surely gonna fry
all these years we still ask why?
so sing out a mighty curse
to ring out across the ‘Verse
Cause Firefly’s renown will never die!
Recorded live someplace, possibly GAFilk, more likely CONFLIKT
You can trust me to write a cynical song about domestic violence.
CW: Woman on man domestic violence, treating a partner like property
please note I’m including the verse about cops for historical accuracy; I’m no longer of the opinion that the police should be called for domestic violence and welcome anyone changing the lyrics in any fashion anyway
the song doesn’t suffer much if you omit that second last verse, so
