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Drone Ditty and Drone Poem


MQ-1L Predator UAV armed with AGM-114 Hellfire...

MQ-1L Predator UAV armed with AGM-114 Hellfire missiles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What must it be like to have the mind of a death drone.  I imagine them as happy little killers so
I wrote a ditty and a poem.

i’m a lil drone bot,
sleek and fast
here is my missile
here is my mast
i’ll put you six feet under
with a blast
you won’t see me coming
and you’ll breathe your last

DRONE POEM

i dreamt i was a happy drone
looking for some unfortunate target
over Yemen or Somalia…
oh so many countries to choose from

i love shooting my hellfire missiles
at the completely unawares
can’t wait to try it out on my home soil

oh well, a drone can dream, can’t it
i’ll have my day

So you see it’s not so bad, that dead child just made a lonely drone’s day!

Ruminations leading up to my 49th Birthday


and we are another step or rung on the ladder, i feel, by
obligation of our incarnation and to the people who raised
us from dust with their faith in humanity, for all its foibles
and folly, and the people we in turn raise with our actions
and words.

In the digital age, it seems to me that the Machines have
figured out a strategy to rid the world of humanity’s excesses
by slowly driving us further into insanity, at the peril of
once again losing all that we have built as a species. Tabula
rasa. Well played, Machines, well played.

The newspaper in my dream seemed very real. It was divided up
into its regular sections and I thumbed through it looking for
ads on stamp collecting, but not the sports section. I never
find stamp ads in the sports section, even when I’m dreaming.

I”ve been told by Gumbytron that my matrix panels are some
sort of hologram catcher, similar to a dream catcher.

sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna have fun
sheeple e’rywhere jus’ wanna be sheep
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
and not give a fuck about Li’l Bo Peep

sheeple e’rywhere ain’t hurtin’ no one
sheeple e’rywhere ain’t doin’ no wrong
sheeple wanna play ‘n’ lie in the sun
carry on sheep-lin’ all day long

OK, I got the main matrix colored in for this level 4
replacement board. It’s taken me a while just to get this far
as I spend a lot of time considering what messages to send the
matrix in each layer of construction. Soon, after setting the
oil pastels with fixative, I can begin the process of attaching
and gluing items to the panel. That is some work in itself!

for they were free
free to worship Mammon
and wrap themselves
in His chains

to be carried by the weight
down
down
down
finding comfort in the Fall
finding comfort among the Fallen

is contemplating the riddle of the Sphincter…

i won’t fret when i am dust


 

Fret pattern

Fret pattern (Photo credit: chrisinplymouth)

 
the songs we sing while we are here
will be carried in the wind
i won’t fret when i am dust,
i won’t fret when i am wind

 

the songs we hear will be the songs
that we remember of our friends
i won’t fret when i am dust,
i won’t fret when i’m with a friend

 

song lyric fragment I wrote tonight…

 

Won’t Somebody Come Smoke Me Out?


song lyrics:

 

Won’t Somebody Come Smoke Me Out

I get the blues ‘most every time
My bag is empty ‘n’ I got no wine

Won’t somebody come smoke me out

I lost my job and the dog won’t play
Scratchin’ my head, all I gots to say

Is won’t somebody come smoke me out

My girlfriend scream ‘n’ my girlfriend shout
Won’t somebody come smoke us out

The fridge don’t work and I got no cable
No need to read the warning label

Won’t somebody come smoke me out

If you don’t care, what can I say?
Don’t come around ‘less you can play

Won’t you please come and smoke me out

My girlfriend scream ‘n’ my girlfriend shout
It’s time for you to smoke me out

Now yer my pal and yer my friend
Just make sure that the joint don’t bend

Thanks so much for smokin’ me out

My girlfriend scream ‘n’ my girlfriend shout
We found somebody to smoke us out

 

Smoke

Smoke (Photo credit: AMagill)

 

A song of Praise for Gumbytron


English: A short-haired hamster (named "E...

English: A short-haired hamster (named “Egbert”) sitting in its owner’s hand and eating a piece of carrot. Français : Un hamster mangeant un morceau de carotte dans les mains de son propriétaire. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

OK, the first verse is a chorus and the rest well you know.

Kinda cheesy but hey!

she gave the hamster freedom, will,
their planet she did carry,
she asked for nothing, nothing still,
was fond of Curly, Moe & Larry

she heard one night
of such a plight,
the plight of the earth dwelling human
she tarried not,
packed up her twat
and bounced toward the fire a-zoomin’

shelters o’er here
casinos there
not a light in the eyes of one human
looked by the size
but  zombies and fries
need an a-bomb? call disinfect Truman

no a-bomb she said
just bury the dead
and she cast a peculiar pallor
across, apace,
that great son’s face
she was known for her cunning and valor

coming hither
going tither
the humans all huddled and bonded
twas Gumbytron
who saved the sun
and gave back the joy twas absconded

all humans here
all hamsters there
rejoiced in her beautiful shadow
were filled with awe
from what they saw
they loved her and not cause they had to

12.14.20..12

Merton the Misfit Mutant


Official logo of London Borough of Merton

Official logo of London Borough of Merton (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

song Lyrics I wrote on the bus from Knoxville TN to Cincinnati OH

Merton the Misfit Mutant

Merton has a secret he doesn’t share
The other mutants know it but they don’t care

He has no superpowers among his genes
He saute’s mutant noodles in his Afro Sheen

Mer-r-r-ton the Mi-isfit Mu-utant

He slithers kinda slowly along the street
He has to slither, see, ’cause he’s got no feet

He’s Merton the Misfit Mutant

No he can’t fly
he can’t trance
he can’t melt your face with a single glance

He’s Merton the Misfit Mutant (quickly)

He can’t read minds or make you dance
He cannot tell the future in advance

He’s Merton the Misfit Mutant (quickly)

Mer-r-r-ton the Mi-isfit Mu-utant

07.15.20..12

Agnew T. (Goldwater) Pickens

He’s just like the human beings in his town
He baristas at the Starbucks at 5th and Mound

He’s Merton the Misfit Mutant

No he can’t fly, no he can’t trance
he can’t melt your face off with a single glance

He’s Merton the Misfit Mutant

He can’t read minds or make you dance
He cannot tell the future in advance

He’s Merton the Misfit Mutant

Mer-r-r-ton the Mi-isfit Mu-utant

07.15.20..12

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