American Idle?

[hester_prynne]

........we are addicted to oil and there are jobs we just won't do.......
..........and we are in it for the long haul....the long haul away of our rights that is....

I watch the news with dejected amusement, see the Bush clan carry off coup after coup before my very eyes.......
The burden of witnessing it leaves me numb and wordless, stuck in shock and awe amazement......

I watched an elder die yesterday. She was calling out to someone I couldnt' see before she died..."Don't leave me Don't leave me", she kept saying over and over again.........
As if dying were safer than being alive.......

Her whimper mystified all of us there watching her go........
H

[stilltrucking]

watched my mother die
watched my sister withdrawl
never to late to feel a mother's love

Her whimper mystified all of us there watching her go........
H

No whimpers, just a look of recognition when she looked into the mirror across from her bed. As she expelled her last breath. The last thing she heard was my sobbing.

My sister left the room her face frozen in guilt and fear, no tears.

Rose had a good death, she died at home, the shiksa who married her son, the one she resented for so long, Diamond Lil nursed her with compassion and love and a little morphine. Her angel of mercy.

I got up and covered the curtain with a sheet. Not sure what the tradition is, just something I always saw the adults do when there was a death in the family. But I had no idea why I was doing it. I think it was something to do with vanity.

WD posted something about a kinder gentler Bush, it might have been satire. I got to read it again. It could happen I suppose.

Meanwhile I don't let him steal my joy.

ramble ramble open text box gibberish, I hope it don't twist your eyeballs. Kick me if it does. I mean let me know. Very aware of my awkward writing. WD has been kind enough to point it out to me. (no sarcasm)

Addicted to oil for now
this darkness got to pass
plenty of options for now
renewables, solar, methanol

We all know what has to be done
waiting for oil to go to five dollars a gallon I suppose
But somewhere down the road, a hundred years maybe, the infernal combustion engine has got to go. A child will be born one day with the solution. Just a pollyanna cowboy I suppose

[stilltrucking]

I have never seen the show. Not my kind of singing. I like your style better, but what do I know.

And Yesenia gets a book deal

Wasn't she a contestant on that show? T Bone Burnett mentions her is this song called Earlier Iraq/The Bounce. He decribes it as a Memphis version of King Lear. I think it is about Bush.

Paste

I am not important
I am a broken man
Throw myself on your mercy
You who have wronged me

I built my life in vainglory
I lost sight of the light
Where once I walked down streets of gold
I stumble through the darkness

I offer you my broken image
On the alter of your hatred for me
ItÕs a phantom it is nothing
But itÕs all I have to give

Every word we say is crucial
A lie to avoid a lie
Can we bridge the gap between us?
Will you pray with me?

Could you use some quiet?
Can you perform an exorcism?
You numbed you conscience with sanctimony
I numbed mine with narcissism

I surrender to you
You who I so long despised
I will expect nothing
Believing you to be kind

Can you accept me shattered?
Can you speak with one who is no one?
This must all be kept in context
And Yesenia gets a book deal