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I'm back like MASE except way fucking cooler, children. Oh yes, and it feels CRUNKTABULAR!!! My father gets some kind of honey-pot deal with AOL for his employment at the ole General Motors. Only three bones a month for all of the pg-13 pop ups your sick soul can handle!!! You figured they would give you that shit for free considering working for General Motors is resigning yourself to a life of spiritual misery and decaying joints. Yeah, but then I think back to all of those Twilight Zone episodes and what happens to those whom are too eager to give their souls over to the DEVEEEEL. I can sit here on my high horse but once they call me...I'll be there. I've been broke...I'll take hell.

You all must go out and by KIMONO MY HOUSE by The Sparks. I have no frame of reference for what I'm listening to. Maybe like a real cynical Queen. That doesn't really do it justice, though. Here are some song titles:

THANK GOD IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS
TALENT IS AN ASSET
BARBECUTIE
AMATUER HOUR
FALLING IN LOVE WITH MYSELF AGAIN

Gonna get together with my musical cohorts tonight to work on some "regular type songs". This is a scary endeavor for me. Almost all of my musical interests have been NOISE and IMPROV ROCK type freak-outs. The prospect of actually NOTATING music and applying lyrics is like waiting to get a root canal from Joseph Mengele. I would like to hear back from you all on some of these sample lyrics.

Now those pall-bearer black locks come curling
Come unfolding like a Peruvian temples steps
Now those worn jeweled eyes come blazing
Come blazing like the suicide screams of the Japanese pilot
And you say to me
Babe, all of what ails you this day,
and all of what ails you til the end of time,
is wholly manifested and thrived,
in that solitary, overactive mind.

Sometimes the walk leads to smiled nods
Sometimes the walk leads to a wordless goodbye
Sometimes the walk drapes dread over the joy to come
Sometimes the walk stops to savor the breeze
Sometimes the walk fuels the furnace of the abandoned factory

Never have I strolled the walk of the saints
Most nights are sat stirring among the lost and the decadent
Drawing conclusions and judgements on whom we perceive as weak
Like the sick souled homeowners and eagerly rich
Like the neatly dressed Quaker with a witch on the stake

Love these days can pile robes and silver
Across just small portions of this dive
Desire these days can short out the finest wire
Made of the tightest copper and purest nickel
How can what weve built thrive?
When the pilot lights take lessons
From the black plagues rats
In the meanest of seasons?

Now those pall-bearer black locks come bouncing
Come unfolding like a Peruvian temples steps
Now those worn jeweled eyes come blazing
Come blazing like the suicide screams of the Japanese pilot
And you say to me
Babe, all of what ails you today,
and all of what ails you til the end of time,
is wholly manifested and thrived,
in that solitary, overactive mind

and where even the cruelest of ticker tape visions
and where even the smug tackle a slow dance glow
is this place where love forgives
is this place where love cleans and presses the faults
this monotony will be broken
this mutinous plague will be healed

I guess that's my attempt at a "regular" song or a "love" song or whatever. We're going to try and put music to that. We'll see what happens. Thank god I'm working with some really talented people. My friend Ron has all kinds of mad knowledge with recording, gadgetry, and guitar playing. He's no slouch on the keys either. Andrea, a co-worker of mine, is a classically trained violist and a damn fine piano player. She can read and write music very well. And then there is me. I know how to crank up that delay pedal and squawk. Plus I have a way with words, I'm told. This may turn into an interesting collaboration. As long as I get my occasionall Albert Ayler/Sonny Sharrock freakout I'll be right as the fuckin' rain.

SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Singing In The Streets: Scottish Children's Songs (Alan Lomax Collection)