Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The Art of Identity Ought Seem an Intelligent Idea, and not just a Revolutionary One



Subtitle: To Capitalize or not to Capitalize, the Slavish Facebook Masses.


[I have a friend who spells her surname with a small case letter, as its configured As Gaeilge with the Prefix 'Ni', and, hence (as any Irish person will tell you) if beginning with a vowel, so preceding by a 'small h'. Exemplifying, for argument's sakes, if 'Micheal O'Hegarty' was a hypothetical name in English, then, in Irish, it would be 'Mícheál Ó hÉigeartaigh'. But since Facebook won't allow small case letters -for initial letters- of accounts' surnames (...where otherwise we are made identify ourselves to please profitable commerce, rather than revolutionary information...)....so, sticking up for her identity, she's up in arms!]


English-Speaking Monolinguistic Capitalist Western Democratic Empire's edifice of clockwatching Calendar-Enslaved yesmen- and their global money-hungry-dogmas supported by legalistic psychobabble claptrap opinionations- and you wanna argue against them?...Just take it up with hell, baby!


The presumptuousness of profiting imperial legalism daring to make up its principles as it goes along! Imagine its discussion while conspiring its Boardroom's Executive position, and to all and sundry's bespoke oblivion! The presumption that nobody's surname begins with a small letter! And, the presumption that we might not all learn to spell 'Native' sooner, either, than to care! ...[in a voice of waffling boredom ad nauseum...] If we just don't just arm the Natives to be kinder to the English speakers...so that the languages too can then mix, culturally  but that the meaning of their nationalities -as used to be their respective owners', but as a sovereign responsibility- it would seem as long as the (fictitious) 'NGungu Tribe' (whoever-the-fuck-they-are) keep to their own side of no place, then we might all be co-opted and assimilated for reasons of popularity [whatever the fuck that's about, when its not oxymoronic, useless, futile, and absurd, besides, but to do Facebook's corporate will, and suffer] because Mr Zuckerberg is such the nice friendly chap. And, he's also doing good work for...well, whoever they are...


(In their lawful identity [I'm finding out] Facebook are to be capitalized when mentioned online, but if you mention them anywhere else, like in-a-field-of-typing..and giving-a-fuck, you can use a small letters too!). [Tongue in Cheek:] O Dear Lord - I HAVE A SOLUTION!!! [No sorry, I don't mean to convey that I might even guess why that would seem argumentative in any way]...[same boring voice:] If only 'The Church' weren't allowed its budget, as the word 'Lord' was spelt with a small 'l':- where it was deemed also to show potential for lucrative profit, so, too, it would be up-in-arms! Not to say that that would be any worse a story, had The Church to make up a fictitious 'sect' over its Issue, as the unswerving conditions of Empire would seem likely, comparable, or ostensibly, so, with the former Issue, above...But, with the organised faith version, as always: better that it might have had so done, anyway, than to twist its knickers with endless Terms and Conditions during any, each, its sermons, given to the public.


Inputting data for End-User's 'Well-being's concern' beyond a domineering Centrist Dictated Agenda's narrative themes, is just 'a waste of the company's ink' in-their-eyes. If we profit to spell your name any which way, then we're interested. If your well being is satisfied, then we could care a damn. Unless 'Data-time' means value-added to The Company, and not to the End-User, so, in their eyes, it isn't worth spending! And, so hence, the size of this note, too, can be condensed, proportionately, and, by the same impetus!!! I could write all-night about 'the cultural implications of monopolizing nuclear age centrist protectionist-themes'. Its like moving cats and dogs, how we're being exploited. But, that it were that they could look, besides, than like 'orks and trolls', to 'cookies and avatars', in a realm of Persistent-World-Demons, so it would seem also useful as a debate: The Art of Identity ought seem an intelligent idea, and not just a revolutionary one!


Facebook are on another planet, wherever they are at! And, if we, quietly, build another one underneath them, as just so happens to gobble-them-up, then, they might also be enjoying it. Trade Unions want Political Policing out of IW for the representation of the egg-throwing races - which began just when Immigration Policy played its last round of 'don't mention the wars' to Iran, or whomever it is this time...Yesmen have been building 'Sauromans' (and they are fine beasts!) - while we have all been quietly, slowly, but surely, co-opted, assimilated, and indoctrinated to the beast's filth, mongered in policy, interminably, since the 50 days war, and the Banking Crisis Era before it.


How is newsworthiness to be defined in The Information Age? Its part of the next empire. Apparently. Which we're to have had agreed with. Apparently! And, its cause...is that the previous one...is forgiven -our having had made it, by human hands...however, that that can configure itself a tangible frame:- personally, I'd rather be discussing 'The Endless Distraction'. Facebook is distracting us from Cosmic bliss!...We were momentarily unaware of Media Moguls, before enlightenment showed us - THIS SHIT WASN'T EVEN HAPPENING LAST WEEK...sometimes that's the very definition of news that news needs. But, THIS SHIT WASN'T EVEN ON OUR SCREENS THIS MORNING - is a different style...we must distinguish how stupid sheep need be from day to day, but only as day to day, news changes. is there two to put together with two anywhere there, or does a penny roll, but not drop, or drop, but not click? More sheepish, when more newsworthy? Somehow, I don't think that's a proportionate relation!


For the concerns of those who make television, concerning, they've changed how they lie!...Lying to us that they're not the same people as print it!...Broadcast, Webcasting, and the art of making news have morphed! Now its 14 months since we cannot tell that its not yet been 4 months yet since 40 days and 40 nights 'it-must-be-biblical'-Immigration-Policy pretended that CALAIS is a battle, followed by JOBSTOWN, concurrently, and, at the same time, but that it can be both subsequent and also concurrent...so proving it to be a different cause...and so it is...Only the news can care to make this kind of effort, needlessly.


In the Chinese room of passing notes, in our times, pigeon holing types-of-things, to be found diminutised or shocking, the tickertape scrolls vertically! But are its agents intelligent? FACEBOOK, we were unaware of this before you pointed out that SHIT IS HAPPENING!!!


Palestinians are younger and physically suppressed on our screens, and political parties are not allowed collect donations because of 'unlawful egg throwing' proceeds(!!!!). Jack's story is being attacked. And, yet Foreign Policy never wasn't murder (except as win-win to obscure white goods of The Economy, a salespitch, besides). Like proverbially in wisdom stakes, but otherwise, Zuckerberg's company has 'planning beyond its years'...But, one cannot cover up a year's news but to rely upon a notion of nobody having had cooked it up in-the-first-place -purely as a news story, to put its agenda in the frame, and in the picture, nut, by such a conjured narrative -and catching Law out, with moves that won't withstand politics, much less the next Empire, maintaining.


But, Facebook, you are shocking too many of us at once!----We might think we might just vote on it, FACEBOOK (hint: tell fucking everyone about your algorithm's powers to corrupt people's names!). Was it you the 21st Century Revolution in Linguistics was started by, in opposition to this other subconscious mind-control-thingy, besides? I would remark, as, no other medium seems conscious of it, before Facebook can point it out to them on its steady-stream of mind-taxing memes!...We ought tell them!....Is it The Orders of Nominal types, and Facial Pattern Recognition, that come together, with the Order of the Meek, to inherit this Earth, and, to reclaim The End-User Revolution 'for-the-people'! Or, is it Those Who Cannot Get Anything Right who are the order of the End-User's day?


...And not, assumably for Faceless Corporations, besides, gathering people's names, with secretive agendas, and, telling them how their name is not useful to The Corporation, unless we can prove that we are 'people', coincidental with that such account as those who are also themselves, but while coinciding, whatever that means...


But, meanwhile, apparently, we cannot prove: 'that we are being made seem as slaves' as there's no job security in being a slave to this Empire. As slaves, as empty shells, as vacuous voids, as mindless idle corporeal frames, with no potent force of consciousness, stirring in their intellect, kept or laid claim to despite their lack of keeping. And, this, by those who are asking for us to change the meaning of our Global Currencies to figures that they can more readily exploit -behind the regulators backs- in a gold-rush type bubble-hype, as pretext for their slavish mentality to money!...Then, transferring this to The Art of Herding The Flock -which is to seem 'news' to The Faithful masses of ordinary classes- apparently ---if, but, only, newly, wielding 'Horsemen and Apocalypse dreams', besides to prove their true-biblicality, whatever that means!...It was a Prophecy, no less! In Neon: light will be matter! That means I'll have two Iphones please, and get rid of the 'Jobs' fella. Nobody got that bit! Of course, it was in the program. They're 'too dumb-to-know', remember, the little people, as they're but slaves to bits and bytes! Haven't you heard what 'gold' prophecies besides? Ah, you ought surely, but, know, by now...


While at the same time, not telling us how they are doing it!...Oh they're so shrewd! A moment ago, we cannot prove The Earth to be round, nor that its flatness is of any consequence, to the arts of Politics, War, Trade, and Law, besides (or, money-games)-----but that they've hidden the technology on Galileo -of his own Telescope- to pose instead his 'mind' as its principle in argument! They dared try it on with Socrates that it was in his children's eyes, and on their faces, that The Gods would not smile, if he so pursued this thing, 'reason'! And, now the only account as distracts the whole, wholly, all of the time, cannot be proven, to be the only ones who might benefit so doing, and Planet Earth is on its own, so far, while also they insist that we must be their slaves! Well, unless we're not watching it!


How do they keep doing it, over and over since, too! Except, of course, that it would seem too entangled with our 'real lives', and hence, pragmatically...(and, through Substitution Effect and Sufficiency Policy methods of Capitalist Paid-Production in Stock Model Management Systems of Political Economy, their discriminant factors of human nature, conjured to describe a differential across which wealth would amass into the hands of the rich, pretended to, in a word-form stereotyped diminutization, to feed a discriminant-agenda of a price-market-dogma, pervasive of all our muse's inspirations, justifying itself through its own interpretation, but ever, falsely?) Well, it must, for now, at least, seem a mystery. As its not like anyone can think for themselves and know God's duty. We're slaves, remember. When I was mistyping your logo, 'facebook', I was being a slave to you! I was subjugated by your dominant will. Hence, either you made me do it, or we're not your slaves any more! Your move!


Meantime, since writing this, Facebook's Centrist Empire's owners (who also fly journeys to Mars in real life, and in The Movies....and everyone knows Zuckerberg is a wiz at rocket science, already, anyway) have made another movie ---which shows their will to convey to the public at large that they consider any breach of capitalism's Earthly Laws (even online) as, instead, by 'pirates'. If the virtual realm is a whole other world to real life, then Mars will do to show this. Facebook thinks its on mars. that's its excuse for not moving on the dog gone got fleas, that is its niche for illicit behaviours, considerations. As Facebook is 'blue' is clearly at sea. It all fits! And, hence comparably, with the fictitious hyperbole, subject to Maritime laws, rather than say, oh I dunno, Laws of Consciousness, besides? Why are they afraid to convene Laws of Thoughts, Dreams, and Consciousness? What was the Corporate Empire, possibly to loose? We were slaves a moment ago, and, now we're pirates, again. I can't keep up. Oh, Facebook, Is it 'mere mortal opinion, and hence, incomparable and insignificant', or how exactly, concerning their status, are you hiding from the people, our Lord's Wisdom's praise?

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

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Watch them, proverbial metaphorical 'ants' marching off the shelves, themselves; like 'Crotchets & Quavers' & 'Copy & Paste', they march right back on again, to strict order of paywalls, obediently: looking right at least, if not sounding at all much optimal and resourceful for radio just quite yet! But it looks nice at least!

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Thursday, September 24, 2015

Hiphop Lyrics Sheet_010915



CONTENTS

1. AVAIN REFUGEE CAMPAIGN

2. DESPERATE DENTIST

3. WORK SOMETHING OUT

4. ALL IMMORTAL ANGELS

5. LOUDER

6. NO LONGER

7. BREAK THE SILENCE

8. All that you can carry in your side pockets

9. THIS WITNESS (8 minutes)

10. SIR KILL OF THE LIGHT

11. “BLACK MARKET MUSIC”


MAIN SECTION
1. AVIAN REFUGEE CAMPAIGN


call an amnesty for the avian refugees
the fucker’s got us digging and we’re in up to our knees -
everybody knows it but nobody tells it
the feotus starts growin and then crackin the shell
shit - we’re in up to our knees, and so we skin up our disease
choker chains hide the fleas, smoke our brains out with the bees
cousin’s buzzin underneath, pushin puzzles in the breeze
he’s not mistaken your disease, skin is flaking in the trees,
hustle muscle till you sneeze….

game one won that day, but that game - always wins
name one, watch ya say, cause that name - always wins
game two, did you say? would you dare - breach the rules?
NAME? BOO! whatcha say? would you dare - teach the fools?

name one – it’s a game on –
identity’s the currency they’re tradin ya shame on
inhibition superstition, out to get you in position
till they make you sign petitions perpetuatin their tradition
one set of rules for the swamp full of fools
another vestibule in the revolutionary school
accusations will be flyin, insinuations that you’re fryin
as they perpetuate the crime, interrogate your line
implicate that you’re fine….

game one won that day, but the game always wins
name one, watch ya say, cause that name - always wins
game two, did you say? would you dare breach the rules?
NAME? BOO! whatcha say? would you dare teach the fools?

plastic lamination in the global circulation
drastic implications for the credit situation
- and so they tell you, - they just want to sell you
- don’t wanna hear you, taste, see or smell you,
just fill, boil and pour you, then there’ll be no more you
they just want to bore you, so just ignore you
you can’t see the right you, you must be the wrong you
they just want to fight you, pin, needle and prong you
just fill up my bong you….

game one won that day, but the game always wins
name one, one you say, but that name always wins
game two, did you say? would you dare - breach the rules?
NAME? BOO! watch ya say? would you dare - teach the fools?

cancel that subscription….



2. DESPERATE DENTIST


these eat you away
situations
such a way
it hits you, eh?
entirely now,
ya untie me now
entice me in how
in time you’ll know

ya too early now
you’re twirlin’ in out
you’re dwellin’ on how
you wanted it now
chew it in half
intuitively
but ya wouldn’t have had
that shit all for free

a break for admission
n’ i been dishin’ it
i ain’t takin’ this shit
this shit didn’t happen

better than that
the pattern on this
the spirit dentist
then disappearing
up here and in this
she peers inside it
for his excitement
its pure incitement

appears he intends it
he peers intensely
a piercing sensation
a person should say shit
up risen and present
our prison shuts early
our parents should surely
approach this with caution

a break for admission
n’ i been dishin’ it
i ain’t takin’ this shit
this shit didn’t happen


a pro, shit, and god, shit
n’ a project what got ya
a brother what cut ya
oh brother how could ya
dream up this expulsion
cream up on his bald chin
enough of this bullshit
i dunno if it spoiled ya

but nothin’ does stand
not understandin’
standin’ not under
not thunder not lightenin’
no wonder don’t strike me
not under this likely
s not over just try me
it’s nuff to destroy me

but listen attentively
this i did tend to flea
yes i did n’ of late
tis showin’ i’s afraid
to show when i was
not what it was of
but when i got laid
this shit didn’t happen

a break for admission
n’ i been dishin’ it
i ain’t takin’ this shit
this shit didn’t happen
the hairs that grow
rehearse the show
now there’s the crow
he has to show ya
that years ago
you used to go
till youse took over
but you still go for it

a break for admission
n i been dishin’ it
i ain’t takin’ this shit
this shit didn’t happen



3. WORK SOMETHING OUT


You’ve gotta wonder
We don’t know where we left off
But it’s the right thing to do
We’re not talking ‘bout the countries
This border’s between me and you
But I gotta tell ya honey
I ain’t got ya sister’s money
But we can work something out

How do you tell yourself
That the older you are
The further you have to fall?
You’ve gotta love the interruption
Between our reflections
But I gotta tell ya honey
I ain’t got ya sister’s money
But we can work something out

Yeah, we had a dream
Where the elders told us
We’re gonna do something dirty
I don’t know if it’s cause I’m thinking
Or cause I’m thinking about you
But I gotta tell ya honey
I ain’t got ya sister’s money
But we can work something out


Yeah, we’ll clean up after
Room 54 has checked out
Said goodbye and left the building
This could be harmful in excess honey
Cause they might have ya sister’s money
And what we can work out
Will more than make up for it
Yeah we can work something out

The landlords come now
Yeah its difficult now we know
Yeah it’s different now in your eyes
But once we’ve expelled the elders
We can tell the sun to rise
So I gotta tell ya honey
I ain’t got ya sister’s money
But we can work something out



4. ALL IMMORTAL ANGELS


Should all Immortal Angels
Finite go their wings to home
Don’t make yourself a cup of coffee
It’s just the ring of a telephone

If even the most elegant of rivers
Pointed from her source does teem
Don’t save me from the Liffey
It’s just the chatter of a stream

Are you then to answer her call
As she asks if yea all
Ethereal clouds could find away
To the nearest telephone

Or to the nearest plain of horses
And our resources
To what they need to keep from you
To telephones and streams

Tell the sky when I get these
Clouds off me back I’ll be in touch
Are they hiring prices
Or just telling us more
But you could answer that yourself

Your gateways are forbidden
And your wells have all run dry
Are they hiring fences
Or just telling us more
But you could answer that yourself


Little boy blue
Is the sky blue
Or have I just turned twenty two
Afraid so afraid
Frightened enlightened
Into your arms I fall
Or am I just twenty something
Other than the time of day
Has she just changed
Or is it just me
Is she just, stupid use your sleeve
Has she just turned twenty three
Has she turned stupid over me
Already there
Do you have a care
Is it all grey or is it getting cloudy in here
Or is she just stupid over me

We’ll let our keys open your body
If you don’t rattle too much
Yeah the money likes it
When funny mikes it
We’ve no illusions about moving stairs
Cheese grated hands
Legs like sawdust
Mother’s made the toaster redundant
We shall be electing other appliances today

5. LOUDER


Clean the old tools for the gaffer
The night before he’ll see them.
Shame’s got you by the balls now,
And its grip is getting sturdy.
Better examine the engine,
As it’s bound to be in a mess,
The right mechanism must be learnt,
It’s time for getting dirty.

Guard your secrets with their shame
Just listen out for the going rate.
It’s underneath the surface game,
The one you love to hate,
He’ll teach you to scream,
For nothing if your boredom.
He’ll smash up your ego,
For nothing if your whoredom.

If not the purses that you found,
The glances that were stolen,
If not the games you should have lost,
Then the doors that were left open.
If not the lies that spiked your drink,
The show you should not have seen,
If not the court case that you adjourned,
Then the judge you should have been.

It’s not a game to him unless
It’s corruptible, wholly interruptible,
We pretend he doesn’t exist,
So we call him nobody.
And we play another game,
The one inside your head now,
We won’t play the other side,
We’ll play the game instead.

We don’t know why
It is that when we do,
We cry the future
Shit, it’s out there,
But the more we do,
So the cry gets louder.



6. NO LONGER


Skin is flaking
You’re not mistaken, are you?
Drop the guilt
You’ll never see the atom split

Flunk the acid test
We know what’s best for you
Can’t be neutral
We’ve already seen your future

Flip the timer
Crack the crimes, or do you?
Against the grains
They trickle down your pain

Scratch another slate
The tiles will make the roof
Insult insulated
Its time again you’re hated

Flicks and phones
May ache our drones
And they won’t take us further

Bricks and loans
May make our moans
But not for that much longer




7. BREAK THE SILENCE


We think because we yap and yatter,
And chit and chatter,
Each moment that we have of
Each moment sufficient inspiration to gain speaking rights,
But each of these moments, all the while, we break the silence.

And that's our patience tether,
Each of these moments,
It might be enough to inspire us,
and all the while, we break the silence.

The bubbles on the mirror,
Disappearin,
We say a prayer in latin so the others aren't the most mocked,
Religious allowance made that others won't think us superior.

Each of these moments,
It might be enough to inspire us,
And all the while, we break the silence.

We're big enough for our boots,
And long enough in the tooth,
Not to get confused at others traditions,
We'll laugh at our own jokes nanny state.

Each of these moments,
It might be enough to inspire us,
And all the while, we break the silence.

You're a good painter,
will you hold this angle grinder.

Hell health heliosphere,
Porn war water,
Iphones drones moans,
Zombies retards morons,
Welfare warfare,
Two by two and off to the ark,
Left right left right and off to war.

Copyright the patent law,
Patent the copyrightion.

Poisoned our animals,
Killed our streams,
Weeping people we the people,
We weep mourn for the animals poisoned the stream,
Killed and the animals gone poisoned our dream,
Weeping from the trees,
Insect kingdom underground.
Anthill and bear's meadow where the cartoon was told

The abuse of deterrent is horrible, what's terrible is besides,
And what is lamentable is the same old tricks

From general interventionism, lacking imagination,
Attention, apprecation, and concern...across the board...

And in response to the same complaint...a contempt of consciousness
Upon a contempt beyond inconscienability
Of being beyond words...and you can't symbolise
Aan egg without unlawful parties...that's rich...
What they forget the tree of knowledge,
And mineral resources tell the race to the bigger explosion
Rather than goodly glory were empire...for a king's ransom...
And ye sing along in some popular culture, of the day,
For it seems time, the king is not god,
And so nor 51% control in the company -
And so nor deity a percentage.
Using these eggs here is provokation of justins eggs
Versus korean both just laughing at this instead and agreeing
This is the funniest. 20 people can't have thrown one egg.
That must be 19 frivolous suits at least.




8. All that you carry in your side pockets


All that you carry in your side pockets
All the chicken curry in your science book
Cracked office CD, The cranks of your city
Flooded cartridge pen, flow the car digit pen [whatever that is]
The light’s shade held now by a passport and map of this place

Delights she dealt now, Biopassport and map of displaced refugees
Might as well empty your trash of its belongings
Midas well is empty; Eurotrash is bull on inks
Incoming water cannon, only bottle and spoon survive
Incoming water cannon, Lonely balls and Spencer fives

Don’t trip over your guitar strings
Don’t trip over your guitar strings
Loose the timetable and save on refunds
Did lease time, refunds for a table for seven
Hang your poetry out to dry; I got your Poe a tree to try

Or laid out as carpet tiled evidence of your musings
Our latest carpets, I’ll doubt your bargains
Have a dance, save your musings
Bus tickets don’t show the length of journey
Just the increase in economic voltage since you got on

But stick its poetry show, delinquent jury, tough for your attorney
The linked off chair, need yiz the increase
In naggin him, I fault him since the Huguenots
Deliberately missed doctors appointments have finally found their time
The liberties missed, they’re made to be missed, but don’t there’s a poignance

On a finely wound earth I’m hit and run diplomacy
Don’t tell the bus driver I’ve got my fingers crossed
Don’t held up a striver, get me off, think its cross
There was no event hopping, there is no heaven hoping
We either forgive each other’s madness or we do questions

We eat or fork if he shudder smell this or weed duck west chin since Ted
Don’t take me I’m a communist, don’t ache me I’m the commonest
One of forty, don’t close me down, won a ford he don’t close me down
Boss gets I’d a dream indifferent state stuff trying this
not if a place new beginning

Postcards reunited in different states of dryness
Not of a place, but getting there
There is a sense of not taking with you anything that is not dispensable.
All that you can’t leave behind, as the man said.

This decision was overlooked, it appears.
It’s like the carry on at the office is no longer gossip.
Stationary that could have found a better use;
significance that could have been found by more conventional means.
Everyday tasks are now remarkable.

Remarkable events are now piecemeal.
Like the contents of your handbag should be common to all,
if not usual for many.
Don’t trip, you tell yourself –
like extra-parental musings you couldn’t wish for.

Rationalising the loss of possessions as being better without them.
Visual imagery of extent of recovered remnants,
pages of poetry and bus tickets.
Rationalising previous actions as having presently found their due significance,
like this is a therapy or medicine that was always required.

Reference to certain events,
our ability to dismiss their coincidence,
or to deny this and their interrelated significance.
An ultimatum to draw a line under certain events.
A plea for productiveness.
Pictures representing a sense of progress towards a state yet unknown.

A running theme of carrying things,
in a bag we presume.
Repossession, defiance,
denial of sources, self-correcting,
an attempt at pitiful realism or real self-pity.

Like chicken curry is the magic secret recipe of some culinary alchemist
for urban traffic inventions.
A sense of listening in on discussion of futuristic designs for border crossing.
A picture painted of a map that defines itself in the ability of its borders to separate and divide.

R interprets P and D
don't trust either side




9. THIS WITNESS (8 minutes)

Would it hurry you up now?
Whatever speed you ride
Would it beg forgiveness?
Whatever now that we hide

Now you see more does it kill you?
So you see enough steal your pride?
Now the sea won’t fill the desert
So you see now why we hide?

Time will tell their grandkids
Some will tell you now their side
Time will tell you planned this
Some you see now why they hide

This witness saw nothing
This witness threw it on the fire
This witness changed his name now
This witness gone retired


10. SIR KILL OF THE LIGHT


The picture holds inside my head:
To move the audience instead,
Yeah, we remember circles,
Before ‘Sir Kill’ and you all changed the rules.
Said, “Fire’s not your friend no more,
Just set alarms and close all doors,”
Yeah, better to be inside,
Where the stars, the elements, and weather hide.

Tonight, too long, it can’t be wrong,
To gather round the flames in song,
With no reluctance for ‘Sir Kill,’
No shame in trade of names,
No petty fill you games,
No, not tu’pence for ‘Sir Kill.’

Too right, too wrong to try a song;
Sarah’s lips not instrumental,
Still she plucks them to the air.
The shadow dancers warm the chords;
Imperfect timing’s monumental,
Where she took them no-one cares.

The picture holds inside our heads:
Won’t move its audience to bed.
Still, pride of place and corner-stage,
The latest version all the rage.
Yeah, we know where the fire’s gone,
The guards of shame have their new game.
Sir Kill’s corrupt, just interrupts
And lives up to his name.


    11. “BLACK MARKET MUSIC”

 “the lady doth protest too much”
- like livin’s not protest enough
free trade on the black market
they’re ridin’ our train”
- and de-ridin’ our brain
free trade on the black market
they’re takin’ our bus”
- and us makin’ no fuss
free trade on the black market
they’re stealing our work”
- drivin our women beserk
free trade on the black market
doublin’ the hunger bribes”
- for all of dublin’s younger tribes
free trade on the black market
education frees”
- hike spikes not fees
free trade on the black market
liberation libretto”
- for the stiletto in the ghetto
free trade on the black market
if the situation’s iffy”
- wit’s your stiffy by the liffey
free trade on the black market
but you know it’s never you”
- stick your pool cue in the stew
we’ll trade on the black market...