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!
It’s an old, old, tale I tell
the love that loves not me
So fair, so fine, with a heart so kind
a beautiful soul, and a brilliant mind
I can hear them mock me
as I walk these halls
with my face so sallow and grim
To save all that’s left of her in this life
I must always be looking at him.
RIP all the entertainers who killed themselves with drugs.
She (Anna Nicole Smith) came to grief in a hotel room like famous people do
and the way the media carried on you’d think she died for me and you
they say speak gently of the dead don’t bandy with her name
but her life was sure instructive on the vagaries of fame
slimfast and methadone girl I’m in your debt
I got a great line for a chorus
and the story isn’t over yet
Leave ’em while you’re looking good, advice she took to heart
she was born to play the bimbo and she really nailed the part
she married her attorney but I don’t think things turned out
the paternity and the autopsy and the estate all left in doubt
slimfast and methadone girl I’m in your debt
I got a great line for a chorus
and the story isn’t over yet
Humans love their beauty it’s a curse upon our race
the powerful are using it to hide what’s taking place
zombies stalk the headlines while the peace talks stall
if celebrities don’t quit dying we’ll never get anything done at all
Steve Brust wrote the lyrics, so I’m not providing them but will email them if you care, because there’s a little bit of a difference in the lyrics from what he wrote.
Also John Scalzi’s not the prez of sfwa any moah.
Lyrics are copyright, from page 147 of the Dunnetts’ The Scottish Highlands. I’d really like to work up harmonies for this but I can’t get Audacity to behave and unfortunately the forums say my Mac is too elderly to cope with what I want to do. Fuck computers anyway, let’s vamoose and go walking in Albyn. (A Gaelic word for Scotland.)
IT’S so WEIRD posting this and knowing that my calm, orderly, productive state of mind as it is currently on a Monday morning in February will be completely different when I next see this. And given that I’m 62 and multiply blessed with Complete Failure to Exercise and Complete Failure to Stop Eating Junk, who knows whether I’ll even make it that long.
I did make it that long.
herewith, a picture of my face when Jeff announced he was getting pizza yesterday (and wings)
Lyrics may not be a perfect match
Heard
You Got
What you deserve!
And the band played Neener Neener
Luck ran out, you didn’t swerve
and the band played neener neener
Lie and bully, steal and break
and take and take and take and take
You think there’s been a big mistake
and the band plays neener neener.
Cuffs and cruiser, bruises too
Cause when you run, that’s what cops do
You’ll have time to think it’s true
and the band played neener neener
Textbook, what one should avoid
Wouldn’t stay in school, couldn’t stay employed
Can’t pronounce right but it is SCHADENFREUDE
and the band played neener neener.
Maybe you will get six months
and the band played neener neener
We’ll get relief from being played as chumps
and the band played neener neener
Maybe you will take a hint
and not have brains like dryer lint
Please enjoy your jailhouse stint
and the band played neener neener.
Step up folks you know you can’t go wrong
got a back catalogue about nine miles long
when he gets bored he’ll write another song
step up step up Lemming’s Twofer
A fascinating miscellany of
all the subjects that he really hates and loves
and I’ll hang with him when push comes to shove
comes to his opinion (squee) I’ll be his minion
Step up folks and do not be perplexed
if you can’t tell which instrument he’s playing next
Put down that phone he hates it when you test
Step up Step up Lemming’s Twofer
Step up folks and get your Bile on Wry
while the Magat’s and smokers get it in the eye
If he was wine, he would be very dry
Step up step up Lemming’s Twofer
Idiosyncratic entertainment
delivered in eyepopping Hawaiian raiment
devoid of refinement, or of containment
Step up step up
Lemming’s Twofer
Brain abraded with a loofah
Filker, parodist and spoofer
step up step up Lemming’s Twofer NOW
Me mother and father were Irish x 3
and I was Irish too!
We kept a pig in the parlour x 3
and it was Irish too!
This poem was from a book about Canadian schoolyard rhymes and other miscellanea; I set it to music years ago and recorded it just in time for today.
My heart’s been broken through the years
I’ve mended it with my own tears
and tears can be a kind of glue
when they’re raining down the simple truth
I own me and I do not own you
I own only me and I don’t own you
Candles bless my tired eyes
and as I watch the bubbles rise
in every perfect mirror see
my struggle looking back at me
the heart that I am breaking is my own
the heart that I am breaking is my own
Close the door to be alone
can I see you and be still as stone
your bright eyes and your brighter mind
hold sentiments no more than kind
the heart that I am breaking is my own
Doing well and doing good
are hard enough it’s understood
that when aren’t the type to lie
you have to find a place to hide
no place of refuge can be right
if I can’t be in your arms tonight
The heart that I am breaking is my own
that’s Gord Breckenridge on piano
This is a theme song for a non-existent TV show about strange supernatural beings in central BC.
It’s true that I posted a different version of this song already but a) this is the best song I’ve written in years b) this is the WHOLE thing AS IT IS MEANT TO BE PLAYED. It isn’t perfect but it’s the whole thing.
Anthony raved about the harmonics. He has miked an awful lot of live guitar in his life but he’s never heard someone get sounds like this out of an acoustic guitar, with no effects or processing. I have the ability to really startle the professionals with my capers and antics … musically.
This song is also called between skin and flesh
Did you go straight to a shrine
When you got off the boat
And did you say my name
Did you pray for something special
Maybe self-restraint
God’s own grace to hide your shame
Chorus
I am not the kind of person
that these things happen to
and these things happen
because of you
You wrote down my name on parchment
Then set it ablaze
I know when you did it and it
Stayed in me for days
I am not the kind of person
that these things happen to
and these things happen
because of you
To the world that may be watching
It appears that we’re at war
But it is a game we’re playing
Though our son might ask what for
I am not the kind of person
that these things happen to
and these things happen
because of you
Did you go straight to a shrine
When you got off the boat
and did you say
my name
sharp eyed and long term readers of this blog will note that I have updated the lyrics since the last time I posted this.
I don’t think that organist is here to play funeral music….
Has it been that long? Yes…
This is just me singing in my room, so don’t expect much. Also I had to do about a hunnert takes from crying, so this is the point my mood hit the big red NO MORE button. There was a dulcimer accompaniment but it morphed into another tune.
she was a funny cat – she definitely had more of a sense of humour than most. And she didn’t hold a grudge…. also most uncatlike. This is her consulting on me entering ‘The Evening News’ into Finale.
I have gone where my friends are waiting
Don’t you worry ‘bout me
And it’s not like I could forget you
Or you forget about me
You will miss me lots
Wish it wasn’t so
When I fill your thoughts
You will know I was here
I was here a moment ago
My old bowl is back in the cupboard
And my grave’s in the yard
Your old heart isn’t made of rubber
And you’re taking this hard
All the love you felt for me
Will never go away
It’s in the universe we made between us
and it is here to stay
I have gone where my friends are waiting
Don’t you worry ‘bout me
And it’s not like I could forget you
And you will never, ever forget about me.
pretty much as advertised