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!
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
The Asexual Visibility and Education Network defines an asexual as “someone who does not experience sexual attraction” and stated, “[a]nother small minority will think of themselves as asexual for a brief period of time while exploring and questioning their own sexuality” and that “[t]here is no litmus test to determine if someone is asexual. Asexuality is like any other identity — at its core, it’s just a word that people use to help figure themselves out. If at any point someone finds the word asexual useful to describe themselves, we encourage them to use it for as long as it makes sense to do so.” (From Wikipedia)
According to various surveys, some of which had quite large data sets, one person in a hundred never feels sexual attraction to anyone. Asexuals can have sex out of curiosity or to please a partner, so lack of sexual activity is not in itself the criterion. More info is here.
But it’s my favourite finger picking style song, by Don Ross (Michael Michael Michael). He does an EVEN FASTER version of this but I don’t like it as much
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
The question is do I want it, given that the most effective way to take it is 12 to 24 weeks apart!? This is the question facing Tammy too, and I guess the answer is yes.
Time to do something more useful than stare at a screen while I thinking about it
Honey on the moon needs to go to the moon soon. 42K words (I been busy….)
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!
I’ve got a lump in my tongue and dysgeusia, loads of fun. It’s been there for a while (I previously brought it to the attention of my doc) but it’s starting to affect my ability to swallow so…. Odds are that it’s a stone, a cyst, a chronic infection of a salivary gland. Even if it’s cancer it’s not likely to be hard to treat. I’ll see the doc in a week.
Hopefully I can get that part of my head added to the ct scan later in april and then…. I’ll know for sure.
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
It’s interesting to compare and contrast (lightly) the doccos about Audrey Hepburn and Frank Zappa. Both of them were financed / directed / driven by surviving family members; both are … er …. hagiographic.
One can argue that Zappa is the greater artist, that he gave more to the world, but he was a raging dick, he hurt his wife and kids with his endless groupie groping and his ineffable attitude of perpetual superiority must have been absolutely hateful to live with.
Whereas Hepburn was a delightful actress who brought the things she’d survived into every role, and really I think the world’s happier for having had her in it. Was Zappa a genius? Arguably no; a fine technician yes, but he did not expand the limits of music, he merely explored them with more deftness than your average Frank. Was Hepburn a genius? Nope. but we love her anyway.
To change the subject. When your kid asks this question:
