Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I am at an office desk, crowded by papers and sad revelations of blue-collar hell. My mother is across from me scrambling files and opening cabinets, trying to get a little extra work done before the normal weekday haul. She's got 15 minutes. I am listening to John Coltrane play long jazz notes, and still chuckling from the sound of Doreen's voice as she spun into a wacky lyric-verse and had fun with it. I am at an office desk, crowded by desoaltion and shrouded in time. Oh someone sing me a poem, someone make me a rhyme.

--k

she is the ultimate groupie she
slept with her shoes in her hand



jeanie was a child of the country born in hills of caroline


her father kept her in burlap
but he couldn't keep her in line
she kept a radio hidden in the barn with the cows
when her father would sleep
to the barn she would creep
and search for that hillbilly sound

in the morning she will rise
wipe the sleep from her eyes
and search for that hillbilly man


not your style I know and I have really mangled the verses but

it was all I could think of. jitterbug wrote but it is a lot better then what I tried to remember.


les blancs negres
the fellaheen
Kafka in Chicago
working class heroes

Genesis Angels
Lew Welch working for an add agency in Chicago

queer daughters in a moral order that does not meet the necessities of people. A new moral order to make for ourselves

(alternate between something like Am7 and Gm7, with one or two random extra chords when the structure comes to what could be a verse)

don't go
don't go
you know you don't belong
this unfriendly landscape
you don't have to put up with this
don't go
don't go
you know you don't really want to
you know you don't really have
to disapear

you were always too smart
to take orders from yourself
you were always too brave
to let someone dig a hole for you
toy buildings
and toy helicopters
screaming out
messages from
the undesired
populace of
hungry liches why can't you
be one of them

don't go
don't go
you know you don't belong
idiomatic reflexes they
end up getting the best of
don't go
don't go
there's a snakefest in every haven
you don't have to put up with this
glasseyed smiles and candy canes
you know you don't
you know you don't
really have
to disapear

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This is kinda late-notice I know. I'm usually not very good at writing songs, especially not out of the blue like that, and am quite proud of that one. Maybe I should write for people more often heh.

i'll be back

The rain in Spain

Falls mainly....

Where the fuck are you going anyway?

Ah well, you know the rest..

Maybe it's not a poem

Maybe it's not a song

but it rhymes...

It fuckin' rhymes....

In spots.

OK.

Here y a go.... hope to make you laugh again.

LR's tune, me wailing away.... LOL!

I'm pretending to be Janis Joplin. Hahahahahaha!

http://studioeight.tv/musicpost/toofar.mp3

(me singing solo.... so low you wouldn't wanna hear me! )

thanks guys.... even though I posted this like... oh... 5 days ago!!! but whatever. LOL. I always like to hear poetry. D, I'll have to go and check this out w/in a matter of minutes in the lab w/headphones, I left mine at home. Then I'll comment, and surel,y laugh my ass off (if of course, this is genuinely intended).

Even though ur poem was only a sadistic little ditty that rhymed only in spots.... I loved it mousey. Delightfully blue. ST, I didn't really want a poem my style, so the one you posted is fine with me. I look at my own crap more than enough. Traveller, I'm not all that familiar w/u, but you're obviously pretty excellent for humoring my requests!!!! Did I get everyone?

--k

sorry i was late...

if you're going to listen to it with headphones, don't turn it up too loud! PLEASE! I don't want to be responsible for your eardrums exploding. LOL! Yikes! It's pretty darn bad.... but it was fun, anyway!

D.... fucking fantastic. I laughed, I cried, I shook what my mama gave me!!! Can I post this on one of my blogs so that I can show the world how completly wonderful you are?!!!And how about the end? "Where's the bridge? Where's the bridge to jump off of?" Good stuff. Not Janis Joplin though... all you Barbie minus the R!!! all you!!!

--k

Even though ur poem was only a sadistic little ditty that rhymed only in spots.... I loved it mousey. Delightfully blue. ST, I didn't really want a poem my style, so the one you posted is fine with me. I look at my own crap more than enough. Traveller, I'm not all that familiar w/u, but you're obviously pretty excellent for humoring my requests!!!! Did I get everyone?

i love how your sig says *squish* *squish*. It's so neat. (yes, I said it)

--k

er
thanks
lol
actually those are the last words of Corporal Watermelon, just before the Anvils got him. Or her.