Dan Tait and his words... Bodhi Records.
Monday, November 23, 2009
On a day when the sky screams to the earth,
In colour's infra-red glow.
The tiny monsters go here and all over,
Scarring in each single step.
The fires below bellow in harmony,
With it's enlightened sister.
And all the innocents can't understand,
As their world is torn apart.
And the medicine they sedate it with,
Grinds - piercing into the soul.
Extract the necessary resources,
For selfish need is what drives.
One day the fires will engulf all of us,
And our shield laid 'front our feet.
In a hazy scream which we couldn't catch,
Though we had the pow'r to.
She is awake and full of vengeful zeal,
Slumber disturbed by so many.
In colour's infra-red glow.
The tiny monsters go here and all over,
Scarring in each single step.
The fires below bellow in harmony,
With it's enlightened sister.
And all the innocents can't understand,
As their world is torn apart.
And the medicine they sedate it with,
Grinds - piercing into the soul.
Extract the necessary resources,
For selfish need is what drives.
One day the fires will engulf all of us,
And our shield laid 'front our feet.
In a hazy scream which we couldn't catch,
Though we had the pow'r to.
She is awake and full of vengeful zeal,
Slumber disturbed by so many.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
How I Wish I Was In Pembroke Now...
Oh the year was twenty-zero nine,
How I wish I was in Pembroke now...
A letter goodwill came from the folks,
To the solemnest soul that ever spoke -
God damn them all, I was free,
We'd cruise the world climbing trees,
We'd fire no guns - shed no tears,
But I'm a broken man on Kingston beers,
The displaced Pembroke Privateer...
I toast 'em all.
How I wish I was in Pembroke now...
A letter goodwill came from the folks,
To the solemnest soul that ever spoke -
God damn them all, I was free,
We'd cruise the world climbing trees,
We'd fire no guns - shed no tears,
But I'm a broken man on Kingston beers,
The displaced Pembroke Privateer...
I toast 'em all.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Bottle of glee.
Checkers Chess Backgammon.
Listen to this, gonad nomad.
Blitzen Trapper Rocks Shit. http://www.myspace.com/blitzentrapper
Have YOU got the balls?
Listen to this, gonad nomad.
Blitzen Trapper Rocks Shit. http://www.myspace.com/blitzentrapper
Have YOU got the balls?
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Amnesia.
Sometimes we forget that the world itself is a paradise, and there has been much of late to encourage that amnesia...
-Douglas Coupland
-Douglas Coupland
Monday, November 9, 2009
Nose Bleed
Pick it.
Like a scab.
Like the walls inside your nose.
Feel it.
As it stabs.
As the feeling builds and grows.
Taste it.
Just a dab.
Just what dribbles from the holes.
See it.
Trav'ling Scab.
Trav'ling down beneath your clothes.
Viscera.
Like a scab.
Like the walls inside your nose.
Feel it.
As it stabs.
As the feeling builds and grows.
Taste it.
Just a dab.
Just what dribbles from the holes.
See it.
Trav'ling Scab.
Trav'ling down beneath your clothes.
Viscera.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
White Winter Hymnal
Come faster, winter!
Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal
White Winter Hymnal from Grandchildren on Vimeo.
Fleet Foxes - White Winter Hymnal
Monday, November 2, 2009
"Microserf."
A little passage I found interesting, taken from a book called Microserfs. Written by great Canadian Author/Artist Douglas Coupland, the book follows a group of Microsoft Employees in the early glory days of PC - when growth was big, and Bill reigned supreme. Check out some of his titles - anyone in Gen X, or afterwards would, I'm sure, really enjoy them and appreciate them for their satirical POVs and ... stuff.
"Karla came into the room at this point. She turned off the TV set and looked at Todd square in the eyes and said, 'Todd: you exist not only as a member of a family or a company or a country, but as a member of a species - you are human. You are part of humanity. Our species currently has major problems and we're trying to dream our way out of these problems and we're using computers to do it. The construction of hardware and software is where the species is investing its very survival, and this construction requires zones of peace, children born of peace, and the absence of code-interfering distractions. We may not achieve transcendence through computation, but we will keep ourselves out of the gutter with them. What you perceive of as a vacuum is an earthly paradise - the freedom to, quite literally, line-by-line, prevent humanity from going non-linear.'"
Microserfs, Douglas Coupland.
"Karla came into the room at this point. She turned off the TV set and looked at Todd square in the eyes and said, 'Todd: you exist not only as a member of a family or a company or a country, but as a member of a species - you are human. You are part of humanity. Our species currently has major problems and we're trying to dream our way out of these problems and we're using computers to do it. The construction of hardware and software is where the species is investing its very survival, and this construction requires zones of peace, children born of peace, and the absence of code-interfering distractions. We may not achieve transcendence through computation, but we will keep ourselves out of the gutter with them. What you perceive of as a vacuum is an earthly paradise - the freedom to, quite literally, line-by-line, prevent humanity from going non-linear.'"
Microserfs, Douglas Coupland.
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