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From interview with Robert Anton Wilson:
DARE
Are there any existing political systems you admire?
WILSON
Scandinavian socialism. I found the Scandinavians to be about the most admirable people in Europe. clean streets, a low
crime rate, a general air of high civilization - luxuries for all and a total absence of slums, poverty, and ugliness. They
seem very happy and productive, with one of the most way out futurist movements in the world. They're the California of Europe.
I hate to sound like a Marxist, which I'm not, but the reason you haven't heard about Scandinavian Socialism is because
the media of this country is controlled by rich people who are scared shitless of socialism. They want Americans to think
there's only one type of socialism, Soviet Communism, which is the kind of place where dissident scientists get thrown in
lunatic asylums, all of which is true. Americans are paranoid about Russians but Scandinavians regard them with amusement;
they're those backwards people who think that you can only have socialism by putting all the poets and painters in jail. The
Scandinavians reward their poets and they don't put anyone in jail for dissident political opinions.
DARE
Aren't you scared of getting in trouble, of finally saying the one thing you shouldn't have said?
WILSON
We're all living in a world in which one cannot apply one's highest ideals without getting into a lot of trouble. I've
gotten in trouble, but I haven't gone to jail, which shows I may have more common sense than Tim Leary. I certainly don't
claim to be more intelligent than him. He's the most intelligent human being I've ever encountered.
DARE
Do you share his conclusions about LSD?
WILSON
LSD breaks up habitual circuits of the brain. It opens new circuits, breaks down old circuits, and there's no evidence
whatsoever that it destroys brain cells. LSD is very much a metaprogramming device, it changes the basic programs, that's
why it's dangerous. It creates acute paranoid states in bureaucrats who've never used it.
To get the best out of it needs a scientific or religious approach, one or the other. People who are just tripping
for the fun of it are more likely to imprint a whole new reality tunnel or personality on themselves that they weren't looking
for. If you're going to do LSD, you should decide the changes you're aiming at and structure the trip to lead to that kind
of change.
There's no doubt that you can change every part of your personality with LSD, that's why Leary calls it a reimprinting
drug. It changes basic imprints which are much more rigid than conditioning. There's no doubt that I am a different person
than I am before I took it.
I was a statistical materialist before I started experimenting with LSD, that is I didn't believe the laws of the
universe were absolutely deterministic because I knew enough quantum mechanics to know that it broke them down. But I was
still a statistical materialist, everything could be explained by the accidental permutations of little hunks of energy that
solidify into matter. I was perfectly satisfied with that explanation of the universe, and I never realized that I was as
dogmatic about it as any Catholic was about their faith. After LSD impacted on me, I became a total agnostic, and I'm not
dogmatic about anything any more. I know that every system I make up is my own brain making up a system. None of the systems
is big enough to include the whole universe, so all of my beliefs are only relatively true. Some are undoubtedly wrong because
I'm not that brilliant that I never make a mistake.
There are a lot of people who don't realize how conceited they are. By asserting with such certitude the things they
believe in, they don't realize that they're saying "I'm the smartest person in the world, I can answer all the questions."
People like Carl Sagan. I just don't know how he can be so sure of everything when, by and large, the more intelligent you
get, the more you realize you can't be sure of anything.
DARE
What is the next stage in evolution?
WILSON
The model I use is adapted from Leary. The oral-bio-survival circuit is what the amoebas operate on - taste everything.
Babies operate on that too. That's the circuit we go back to whenever we're in danger, and depending on what we imprinted
there, we will either attack or run away.
Then there's Freud's anal circuit, which has to do with claiming territory and status within it. That's when we go
through the mammalian rituals concerning who runs the family, outsmarting our brothers and sisters and trying to run the whole
show, imprinting our domination and submission reflexes. It's why people can hold jobs; their boss becomes a father substitute
and they attach all their reflexes to him.
Next there's the rational circuit in which we do our abstract reasoning with words and mathematics, and the sociosexual
circuit where we imprint the pattern of how we relate to people; with what degree of amity or sexuality. Everybody has a different
imprint, and society has only one general set of rules, so everybody is a heretic as far as that circuit is concerned. Those
four circuits are the natural child, the adoptive child, the adult, and the parent in Berne's system.
Beyond that is the neurosomatic circuit, where, through yoga or drugs or body work like Rolfing, one gimmick or another,
you are able to turn on to your own body in a new way, and instead of just reacting to the conditioned and imprinted programs
on the first four circuits, you are able to relax and go with the flow and enjoy life.
The sixth circuit is the neurogenetic circuit, which has to do with morpho-genetic resonances, coming in contact
with the experience and religious symbols of your ancestors, learning that they've been controlling you below the level of
consciousness all your life. This is what Shamanism traditionally deals with. Jungian psychology was the first attempt to
deal with it scientifically, now we've got dozens of others trying to bring people into harmony with archetypes of the collective
unconscious or genetic heritage.
The next is the metaprogramming circuit, which is learning how the brain can work on the brain, how you can imprint
different identities and reality tunnels as you go along. Before you get to that circuit, you have no idea what true freedom
really is, you're being manipulated all the time whether you know it or not. It's the circuit where you develop true choice.
DARE
How do you get there?
WILSON
If you do a lot of work on the 5th and 6th circuits, the 7th tends to click on. First you get a lot of synchronicities,
meaningful coincidences, accidental reinforcement from your environment, like someone coming by to loan you a book that's
exactly the one you were looking for. Jung found that his patient's dreams had more and more symbols out of Greek and Egyptian
and Hindu mythology as they progressed into that circuit, even without studying them consciously. They pulled them out of
the collective unconscious, which I think is actually the morphogenetic field.
Above that there's the non-local quantum circuit, which is the circuit in which we get true out of body experiences,
cosmic identification with the whole of existence.
We're learning so much about the latter four circuits, which Leary calls the extraterrestrial circuits, that we're
moving into a new stage of evolution. More people are on the fifth circuit than ever before in history, and there are growing
sixth and seventh circuit minorities. It's not an accident. We're changing just as we have to change. These circuits were
there, ready to be used, when we got to this point in evolution. Earlier, mankind could just coast along on the first four
circuits, and only visionaries and mystics and poets ever turned on the higher circuits. Now everyone does it.
DARE
How to you teach people to turn on their higher circuits?
WILSON
You've got to teach with humor to make the pill palatable. Besides, humor is the essence of realizing our true situation
in space and time. We are these tiny fallible beings crawling around on a relatively small planet, and anybody who pontificates
dogmatically about anything is giving evidence that they are an idiot, even if you agree with them. They shouldn't sound that
certain. We think we're so damn smart and we know so fucking little.
new poems:
"Dead Pacifists"
must we be nice
to the parasites
and the virus only doing it's job?
my soul, they allow me to keep
but my life they wish to rob
"How We Forget"
The length of a dawning
of linear time
Shall bounce back the breath
of a yawning divine
Rivers of words, blurring
elongated, wash up abrupt
on the beach of consiousness
As I drift inbetween worlds
Madness winks from a neighboring nook
Mi largo perdido amigo
The familiar, fetal-shaped brain groove
Snuggled, warm, hidden but for dreams
Sleep is sacred
How soon we forget
The power of belief
Imagination's holes
In reality's net
"Tea 'n Turkey"
manic thinking
caffeine's masterplan
settle down
tryptophan
carbon dating
aiding man
history
grains of sand
"Pleading The Fifth (Dimension)"
Outside of time
A true poet gives no pause
To accumulate the disease
Of mortality
The mind will still move
Yet the pen will not scribble
No ripple
Will reach those inside
From Robert Anton Wilson's Ishtar Rising or, Why the Goddess Went to Hell and What to Expect Now That She's Returning:
"Cary Grant was once told, "Every time I see you on the screen, I think, 'I wish I was Cary Grant.'"
He replied, "That's just what I think!"
I've been repeating that story ever since I first heard it, and it never fails to amuse audiences, all of whom seem
to understand it immediately. Everybody groks that Archie Leach, the poor boy from Liverpool who became "Cary Grant"
never fully believed in "Cary Grant," since Cary was, after all, his own invention. On the other hand, here's a
similar story, which I also like to tell, that produces very mixed reactions, with some people laughing and others looking
puzzled or slightly offended.
An art dealer once went to Pablo Picasso and said, "I have a bunch of 'Picasso' canvasses that I was thinking
of buying. Would you look them over and tell me which are real and which are forgeries?" Picasso obligingly began sorting
the paintings into two piles. Then, as the Great Man added one particular picture to the fake pile, the dealer cried, "Wait
a minute, Pablo. That's no forgery. I was visiting you the weekend you painted it." Picasso replied imperturbably, "No
matter. I can fake a Picasso as well as any thief in Europe."
Personally, I find this story not only amusing but profoundly disturbing. It has caused me to think, every time I
finish a piece of writing, "Is this a real Robert Anton Wilson, or did I just fake a Robert Anton Wilson?" Sometimes,
especially with a long novel, I find it impossible to convince myself that I know the answer. After all, as Nietzche said,
"there are no facts, only interpretations"...... "
a song I wrote (long before I read the above):
"What's That Something Else?"
Everything is an interpretation of something else
Everything is an interpretation of something else
Everything is an interpretation of something else
Everything is an interpretation of something else
But what's that something else?
But what's that something else?
But what's that something else?
But what's that something else?
And how can I feel it?
Without becoming it?
And what's that something else?
Where's that something else?
Is it hiddin in the sky or ground?
Or is it inside ourselves?
Everything is an interpretation of something else
But what's that something else?
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Thursday, October 27, 2005
Junk DNA and Dark Matter
what bothers me more than anything is the fact that 97% of our DNA seems to serve no purpose (or we just don't know what it
does or did yet) and 90% of the universe is so-called "dark matter" or "dark energy" and we don't know
what that matter or energy consist of.
11:52 pm pdt
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Wernher von Braun:
"Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. Everything science has taught me, and continues to
teach me, strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death."
1:49 pm pdt
Monday, October 10, 2005
I love Satan
because of what i just read in "The Transmigration of Timothy Archer" by Philip K. Dick. I loved this book immediately.
i like some of his previous stuff, as well, but mostly for the ideas, not so much the writing. but in this book the writing,
the ideas, the story are all on another level i hadn't witnessed in his novels before. i only discovered him this year and
have read nine of his books so far. he says that Satan's sin was that he wanted to become God, but the reason he wanted to
BECOME God was because he wanted to KNOW God, and he wanted to KNOW God because he LOVED God. that's what true love is. you
want to completely know the person. to completely know a person is impossible unless you live as that person, their entire
life, every experience, but if you did that you wouldn't be you inside a person experiencing their life, you'd BECOME that
person. you'd lose yr own identity because you'd have no perspective but the person's perspective that you've become. Satan
was a saint. he knew the consequences and that he was faced with eternal damnation but it was worth it for that one brief
moment of really knowing what it is like to be the creator, the source, that which was there before there was a there. if
wanting enlightenment and absolute knowledge and experience then i am just as guilty as Satan. we all are, whether you admit
it or not. some might say they are satisfied not knowing. ignorance IS bliss for some, on the outside, for the superficial
masses, but deep down in everyone is a true will seeking God, loving God, wanting to know God, wanting to become God. all
of us ARE becoming God, whether we like it or not. Satan was simply in a rush. it takes a while. if you fight progression,
science, and evolution, you are either completely against God and man or you are living in fear of change. or both. these
are the people who become politicians. the chimpanzee brained. and the couch potato sheep. what they fail to realize is that
you have to build a soul that will be able to survive the body. you are not just granted with that. you need to practice surviving
without a body before you die. but i've gotten off topic. what i mean to say is that i am not able to love directly another
human being. if i loved the person i think i might actually love i would want to know her and i would pay more attention and
ask her questions and i wd attempt to get as close as possible and remain eternally fascinated and interested in every aspect
of her existence. this is precisely what is NOT happening, so there is conflict and bad hurt feelings and a big mess, a huge
block, a sharp wedge between not just her and i but the whole world and i. but i still love God, just like everybody and so
i try to get close to It in different ways: drugs, self-delivered orgasm (or with a partner), enjoying music and other products
and art created by man and woman and i love trees and i love books. it's all different aspects of God, including myself so
i love myself, as imperfect as i might be. and it's a lot easier for me to read a book than to communicate my love to a real
person so i sit at home and read. because i want to know all about this illusionary universe God has set up for us and itself,
which is us and everything, to observe and experience itself. God loves us, as well, because It wants to know us (this odd
aspect of itself) and to know us it must become us and It will. It will. In 2012? ha ha! perhaps.....and Satan will be there,
at the end, with the rest of us, as well. because he will have woken up and realized that his Hell is self-imposed, and that
he WAS God all along. told this way, who wouldn't love Satan? Hail Satan! Give him a hug!
here are the books that i bought today at the library for $15:
1. Meditations by Marcus Aurelius
2. The Human Body and The Human Brain by Isaac Asimov
3. The Second Ring of Power by Carlos Castaneda (hardcover, first printing? 1977, marked with a "35" on first page
(35 dollars or cents? i bought it for $1)
4. The Odessa File by Frederick Forsyth
5. The New Golden Bough by James George Frazer (already read the better, larger version of The Golden Bough from Moorpark
Library and loved it and mainly bought this one to use as a reference book on religion, magic, etc.
6. The Interpretation of Dreams by Sigmund Freud
7. Ladies and Gentlemen Lenny Bruce by Albert Goldman (sweet find. maybe one day i'll have time to read it. it's HUGE!)
8. Secrets of the SS by Glenn B. Infield
9. The Hospital: The View From Bellevue by Laurence E. Karp, MD
10. The Navaho by Clyde Kluckhohn and Dorothea Leighton
11. If You Meet The Buddha On The Road Kill Him! The Pilgrimage of Psychotherapy Patients by Sheldon B. Kopp (another great
find! listen the quote on the back: "The most important things that each man must learn no one else can teach him. Once
he accepts this disappointment, he will be able to stop depending on the therapist, the guru who turns out to be just another
struggling human being."--holy shit, how many lightbulbs snapped in the people who were ready to understand what they
read when they read this back in 1972? and how many think they understand and move on with their busy life, never really stopping
to think about anything. not only should everyone stop and smell the flowers, they should want to know how a flower operates,
how it communicates, what it's made of. on page 23: "Love is more than simply being open to experience the anguish of
another person's suffering. It is the willingness to live with the helpless knowing that we can do nothing to save the other
from his pain.")
12. Men and Atoms by William L. Laurence (also from the library, i checked out a 6 part series on videocassettes called Einsteins
Relativity and the Quantum Revolution: Modern Physics for Non-Scientists. not for school, i just want to understand quantum
physics).
13. The Nature of the Universe by Lucretius (yes, but which universe?)
14. Selected Essays by Montaigne
15. People and Places by Margaret Mead
16. From Fish To Philosopher by Homer W. Smith (blurb on the back states: "All physicians, especially those treating
edema with diuretic agents, will read this book on the evolution or our internal environment with profit and pleasure."
so, obviously perfect for me, right?)
17. Lust For Life/Immortal Wife--Two "great" novels by Irving Stone (author of The Agony and The Ecstacy, another
book from a library that sits on my shelf unread.)
18. The Mystery Of Hermann Goering's Suicide by Ben E. Swearingen
19. The secret Life of Plants by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird (one of Chloe Turnbows favorites, i remembered, and have
been wanting to read, so perfect.)
20. The Complete Short Stories of Mark Twain
21. Best Known Works by Voltaire (with a receipt from Bremers Department Store dated Jun 4, 1959)
my biology teacher was at the book sale. she came up to me and before i saw her said something about "buying books on
biology?" and i said "Where would those be?" why did i say that? and i said i'm also taking sociology and picked
up a couple books relating to that. she showed me some paperback she found, biology related, and walked off. she's very nice.
i hope i wasn't rude. the ladies running the sell were very happy with the large purchase and i joined "The Friends of
the Olympia Timberland Library" for the student price of 50 cents. as a member, one of the perks is being notified of
upcoming book sales and allowed in to shop two hours before non-members. i don't think i'll need to attend any sales any time
soon. when i got home i had a package from Fillmore Library. i figured it was my Prometheus Rising book i had lent to the
librarian Cathy, but it felt bulkier and when i opened it up there was my book and another book that she bought for me (The
Fairy Tales of Hermann Hesse) and a postcard apologizing for the lateness of the return. that's a brand new $16 dollar book.
very nice of her and defintely look forward to reading it. more importantly she found Prometheus Rising "fascinating"
and is planning on picking up a copy of her own. everyone should own that book! maybe she'll read his other stuff and become
a Discordian.
back on the subject of love and my inability to direct it at living targets.....
well, i'd like to be able to do it. and i plan on continuing to try.
2:48 pm pdt
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
What new words may be summoned
To explain the current state of my mind?
It's position in space and time
NONE!
No language moves quick enough
Poetry lies down and decays
Letters yellow bumps along the highway of consciousness
Stay in between
Stay quiet
Smooth
Or, better yet, jerk the wheel
Cross over
And learn a new language
These lips once tasted paradise
These eyes once took in beauty
These ears vibrated with the voice of an angel
But the hands push away
For joy does not suit me
i can't stop thinking about Amber. i feel wretched and i'm stupid for waiting til we're apart to start appreciating her. i
want to be with her again more than anything. what else could i possibly want? money? sex? drugs? books? records?
fuck all that. i want Amber. all i care about anymore is figuring out how to repair our relationship and get back together
to build a stronger one.
it's taking all of my willpower not to pick up the phone and call her. if this is to be a permanent detachment, know that
i love you
and always will.
9:08 pm pdt
Monday, May 24, 2004
Don't you do anything but write songs?
It's A Digital Age
Coming of age in the digital age
You can make out forever
You never have to get up
And turn the record over
Unless the CD skips
Then you have to get up
And you take yr lips
And I miss you already
In the digital age, there's never dust on the needle
You can listen to songs in random order
Appollo 18 by They Might Be Giants
Becomes a different album thanks to science
It's a digital age
Free from yr vinyl cage
(repeat)
Time
Keep me hanging from this ever lengthening rope
Into this pit of darkness, distancing from hope
My eyes have seen the dampening of light inside myself
I was in a hole anyway
So I might as well be in the ground
Finally some peace to speak with God
No distractions, no people around
No blood circling my brain
Driving me out of my mind
Just like when in the womb
Naked, soft, no sense of time
There is nothing to do, just be
There is nothing to feel, hear or see
Forget what these words mean: life and death
What keeps you alive has nothing to do with breath
If we were truly free, "freedom" wouldn't exist
If we were truly free, "we" wouldn't exist
Beautiful Lie
Coughing up blood isn't always fun
When no one's around to watch it spiral down the drain
And I'm afraid if I don't stop destroying myself
I might end up destroying myself
I spoke my final words
One hour after I died
No one was listening by then
And anyway I told a lie
I said, "It's beautiful here
It's peaceful and white
The living are really in Hell
The dead are alive"
Never Falls
I want a girl who smells like Winter
Says hello like Summer
Moves like Spring
And never Falls
Everyday's another season
When happiness is raining from above
8:31 pm pdt
Thursday, May 20, 2004
my friend, Lon, said my website is funny and very not politically correct (in a positive way). i just have one question...what
does "politically correct" mean?
here's my theme song:
broKEN
broKEN's breaking me in two
I'm broken in two over you
I don't know what to do
Half of me likes you and half of me
Wants you to disappear
Half of me wants to live alone in fear
That's too many halves to make one whole
Half of me is stable, half is losing control
So before my other half returns
I want to let you know
That I love you, He hates you
That I love you, He loves no one
I love you, No you don't
I do
He has to break up with friends
Because he doesn't have a lover
He wants to write break up songs
Without venturing in to the fire
I'm more confused than you can possibly be
It could be worse, I could be broken in three
No matter how many there are of me
Half will always love you
My guitar is broken, my voice breaks
My piano's out of tune, my mind leaks
And boils and bakes and cakes on the inside
Of my skull, drowning in a lake of fire
Ken gets hired, broKEN gets fired
Ken gets hired, broKEN gets fired
I repeat I repeat I repeatedly repeat myself
And screw myself out of everything I want
Ken earns the money, broKEN spends it
broKEN abuses, Ken wakes in strange places
broKEN uses all of Ken's faces
Ken tries to hide, but broKEN's inside him
Plotting his next broken, evil deed
Ken doesn't want what broKEN needs
Ken chokes on what broKEN feeds
He's looking half-heartedly for a cure to this disease
But broKEN takes control of the keys
And leads him astray
broKEN mostly comes out at night
Forcing Ken to sleep all day
broKEN is slowly taking over
Forcing Ken and his friends away
I find it hard to understand
Why anyone would like me
I look in the mirror and see a broken man
Waiting there inside me
We wrote this together, sometimes we agree
If broKEN disappeared, would my life become boring?
I'd kill him, but I'd be killing me
I'd embrace him, but he's so ugly
I'd forget him, but he'd remember me
I'd fight him, but he'd beat me
I'd make fun of him, but he'd just laugh at me
Hopefully the weed won't devour the flower
Maybe someday my mind will be mine and not "ours"
No Body
Don't touch my body after I've departed
I'm coming back to finish what I started
Nothing left to write about
Finally satisfied with myself
Don't need nobody
Nobody's coming around
As you get older
The bodies just pile up around
On all sides, forming a tomb
To lay yr body down
The future doesn't bode well for the body
Better look around for yr soul
And make a hole in the tomb
For it to escape, to fly through
Bodies still whisper after the last breath:
"There's nothing worse than death"
10:11 pm pdt
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
2 new songs...i don't make music, i create art art art art arf arf arf ruff ruff ruffrrrrggghh
Do I Have To Spell It Out For You?
F-U-C-K Y-O-U
Y-O-U K-N-O-W
W-H-A-T T-H-A-T
M-E-A-N-S A-N-D
I think you should go
I think you should go
(repeat)
People Are Detours
We make little dents with our protest songs
While they create chasms with their bombs
Let's sing about ourselves instead
While we're still living
Fuck the dead
It's not about getting a wife
It's not about buying a car
It's about how far along the path
You can travel without looking back
People are distractions
People are detours
People are distractions
People are detours
Attractions are distractions
People are detours
Attractions are distractions
People are detours
Get out of my head, conscience
I need a d-d-d-d-duh-date
It's hard to be distracted when yr on drugs
You can focus on the needle like a warm, friendly hug
It's hard to be distracted when yr drunk all the time
When you stare in to the mirror, you are watching time
I cannot handle the wisdom anymore
It makes me want to go through the evil door
I cannot handle the wisdom anymore
It makes me want to go through the evil door
8:23 pm pdt
Sunday, May 2, 2004
kill the rich
Let Go
I don't want to die in yr arms
My soul won't want to leave
I don't want to die in love with you
Don't want to stick around and haunt you
The memories are good
But I have mystery awaiting me
So get away, because I'm going away
I have to be free to be set free
Alone is the only way to die
Just walk away, leave, goodbye
Twister
You're like a memory of something I never had
Right hand, blue means nothing to you
Left foot green means nothing to me
You don't want to play wih me
Don't want to touch me, even accidentally
I can't play this game alone
But do know one that I can
Put a bullet in, spin it
It's a game of chance
The bottle in my hand will soon be empty
But nobody's spinning it to kiss
The lack of a person to play with is rough
Nothing in a bottle is strong enough
To take away the hurt, to erase the past
The content can dull, but never last
You're like a memoy of something I never had
Don't you want to stand inside the eye of the storm that is me?
It's when you drift that you risk getting hit by debris
What a world, I sometimes wish it would melt away
Sore loser in the games we play
Twisted thoughts on display
You're like a memory of something I never had
Chop
Self-operated guillotine
Is just a conversation piece
Don't go losing yr head
Don't cut it off to spite yr body
Don't cut out yr heart despite the lack of love
You know you need nobody to rise above
People get pregnant for a reason
And the reason is stupidity
Cut the mistakes from yr life
Selfish people need to be free
Construct a dam to block unwelcomed thoughts
Yr mouth can't afford the words you bought
Cut out yr tongue before you speak yr mind
Chop off yr feet before you leave yr love behind
From young to old
From hot to cold
From empty to stuffed
You found a space for me
Above yr fireplace is where I'll be
I have an indestructible heart
Crash test dummie girlfriend, give it a jumpstart
Feed The Rich To The Poor
Why must my hands always ache?
If I thought about it, I'd jump in a lake
Also, why must my back break?
I could kill the rich
Would that be a mistake?
The wealthy are hollow inside
They have no hearts, nothing soft, they don't bleed
Are they clueless or just fake?
Their lives are like icing on a dirty cake
chorus: Robin Hood was on the right track track track
Kill the rich and feed 'em to the poor as a snack snack snack
I wouldn't mind putting my foot in my mouth
If it tasted like a donut
Too unfortunate I don't do the things I say
Maybe the less stable will run with it
Hopefully there will come a day
When all of their smirking faces will be burning
I pray there's a place for Bob Eubanks
I pray there's a place for Dick Clark
To Burn Burn Burn
I wouldn't piss on them to save them
Wouldn't shit on them to smother
But I will kidnap their children
And I will bury their mothers
Alive Alive Alive!
chorus
3:45 pm pdt
Saturday, April 10, 2004
hey, just got back from the dead...here's a new dial-a-song, jr:
Bone
Stop digging into me unless yr looking for a bone
If yr not looking for a bone, leave me alone
I have no more time to waste on you
First you gave me the creeps, then the flu
Now a headache, so it's over we're through
8:53 pm pdt
Saturday, April 3, 2004
Dial-A-Songs:
Casual Acquaintance
Casual acquantaince
Get out, get out of my bed
Casual acquaintance
Get out, we're not even friends
(repeat)
Goddamn you, alcohol!
Demon unleasher, alcohol
Goddamn you, alcohol!
Demon unleasher, alcohol
Casual acquantaince
Get out, get out of my bed
Casual acquaintance
Get out, we're not even friends
(repeat)
See you at work
See you
Yeah, see you there!
(repeat)
Dial-A-Song
You've reached me
But I can't reach you
You've reached me
But I can't reach you
I gave you my number
But I didn't want to talk on the phone
You called me right away
But I wasn't home
Who wants to talk?
Talking takes too long
Just wait for the beep
And listen to my song
It's called dial-a-song
Not dial-a-good-song
It's called dial-a-song
Not dial-a-good-song
I Smoke
I smoke
I smoke
But I don't like other people who smoke
I smoke
I smoke
But I don't like other people who smoke
I can't stand
Second hand
I can't stand
Second hand
Do as I say
Not as I do
Do as I say
Not as I do
I smoke
I smoke
But I don't like other people who smoke
I smoke
I smoke
But I don't like other people who smoke
I can't stand
Second hand
I can't stand
Second hand
Do as I say
Not as I do
Do as I say
Not as I do
I smoke
Rings
I have rings around my fingers
Rings inside my phone
Ringing in my ears
But you know nobody's home
Rings around my eyes
And rings around my tub
Ring around the collar, cuz I forgot to scrub
Ring around the rosey
Until I tripped and fell
Rings descending gently in to Hell
3 rings for a circus
5 for olympians
Plastic rings for shower curtains
Steel for magicians
The doctor leaves a red ring on my chest
From a stethascope pressed in to my flesh
He hears...
Genesis?
You've been looking for the wrong man
Open yr eyes
Phil Collins is the anti-christ
Slaughtering lambs on Broadway
You can hear their cries in the air tonight
7:16 pm pst
Sunday, March 28, 2004
I was the word of the day on earthlink today!
ken
Get the facts about
ken at Dictionary.com.
Typed up/finished writing these songs today:
Move The Casket
Death to the consonants
I want a world full of vowels
Smooth and homogenous
Nothing sticking out
I can even do without A, E, and O
All I want is U and I
And sometimes Y
And sometimes I ask why
Do I keep all my eggs in one basket?
No matter what comes first
It ends up in a casket
With you and I exchanging our wedding vowels
This is a wedding, move the casket
This is a wedding, move the casket
This isn't a funeral or anything so drastic
This is a wedding, move the casket
I want a world of vowels
You won't be able to say "No"
Or anything old
You'll have to think of something new
And you will whine about having
A new language to learn
No matter what comes first
It ends up in an urn
But don't do anything drastic
I'm not ready, move the casket
I'm not ready, move the casket
It's not anything so nasty
It's just a wedding, move the casket
It's just a wedding, move the casket
I said "I do" and I will
Just as soon as you move the casket
Yr a little early, move the casket
Yr too early, move the casket
Way too early, move the casket
8
I'll always be 8 yrs old
That's when I started smoking and it stunted my growth
I'll always be 8 yrs old
Got hit by a car, and this is what I was told
He said, "Yr dead....Yr dead
You won't remember this tomorrow, but yr dead"
That's what I heard from the voice inside my head
Answering Machine
I received so many phone calls in one night
From crushes in the past
Who passed me by for another man
Apparently it didn't last
I was awoken from a dream by Chloe
I was awoken from a dream by Clara
Tiffany
Tina
Sarah
Summer
Tonya
Alicia
Julianna
Lindsay
Monica
Erin
I was awoken from a dream
And now they're on my answering machine
Rhymer
The only matter that matters is the one at hand
I am made of particles
Most of them say "Man"
I haven't traveled too far to become what I am
There was a K, then an E, and, I think, an N
But people change over time
I met a person that rhymes with what I sign
She's an island that moves
And I paddle to her shore
She moves and I paddle some more
Mr. Big Man
Look at me down there between yr legs
On my bike with a long, strong rope
Tied to a spike
Chorus:Yr going down, Mr. Big Man now
500 feet to the ground
It's a drag Mr. Big Man now
I hope no more of you are around
We thought you were a god
But now we see yr just like us
Only bigger and clumsy
Dropping giant crumbs on us
Chorus
Falling out of the sky
Nothing special, just a guy
A disorganized, oversized man
No help at all, never had a plan
Chorus
Fanaticism
I'm so through with fanaticism
I was obsessed with Syd, but I don't want to visit him
I love They Might Be Giants, but I woudn't threaten them
I have better things to do
I have my own life to write
But don't get me wrong
I'll still listen to yr songs
They're Coming, They're Already Here!
The human race will one day be extinct
Like all other forms of life on Earth
So do what you can to leave yr mark
Write a song for them to listen to
Paint a picture for them to look at
Design a building for them to study
The superior ones above us
Who created us, but we failed
So it's back to the drawing board to start over
We destroyed everything, including ourselves
Nature was imbalanced
We couldn't access the whole of our brain
Left and right failed to form an alliance
Black or white, we never stood a chance
They're coming, they're already here
Observing how one learns to live in fear
Of a neighbor, of a brother, of themselves
We have no one to blame, but...
THEM! Shoot 'em down!
Aliens! Shoot 'em down!
E.T.! Shoot him down!
The Grays! Shoot 'em down!
We must learn their secrets and insure our survival!
Grab yr gun, it's time for The Arrival!
7:11 pm pst
Friday, March 26, 2004
I'm keeping myself alive
by writing songs. i'm my biggest fan. i laugh and enjoy my songs like no one else. only like me. because i am me.
and i like me...sometimes. and They Might Be Giants are keeping me alive, as well, although...well....alive and SAD....
8:59 pm pst
Dial-A-Song
i'm creating my own Dial-A-Song!
805-524-3348
(free for all telemarketers)
8:53 pm pst
Monday, March 22, 2004
more brilliant songs:
They're Called Elves
Do you know about the people below us
The ones who are trying to control us?
Before we blow up the world
'Cause you know they like coming up sometimes
They're called elves, look around there they are
They're called elves, look around there they are
Microwave
It's a nuclear era
But I'd rather starve to death
(repeat numerous times)
Everything That's Mine
As God is my witness, I'll enter a guilty plea
He saw everything, there's no chance that I'll go free
I'm going away for a long, long time
Until I get out, you can keep everything that's mine
It's an evil calculator they used
To come up with the final solution
It's death by electrocution for speaking my mind
So I guess you can keep everything that was mine
Because I'm going away for a very long time
Until I return you can keep everything that's mine
Lighter
I can't get high tonight
My lighter will not light
I can't get high....hey! whew, nevermind
She doesn't take me where I need to be
I don't need anyone and they don't need me
I need weed
I need weed
I need weed
I need weed
It's hard to remember to just say no
When yr high all the time
When you know what I know
When you open yr mind
When you know who I know
I can't get high....hey! whew, nevermind
I can't get high....hey! whew, nevermind
Who's Currently In Control Of My Body?
Well, I might be a giant, but I doubt it
I can write a million songs or a single long one
I've chased a million girls, but never caught one
chorus:Who's currently in control of my body?
Nobody I know
It must be a brand new soul
And it's acting so generous and kind
My old self is growing jeolous, 'cause he never figured out
How to be nice and take charge of my mind
I fall in love most every day, can never get enough
Life will always be that way, because of the mystery above
Life will always be that way, til we solve the mystery above
Well, I might be nothing and I wouldnt be surprised
That's what I've been hearing throughout my invisible life
From my invisible wife
chorus
And it's looking around and seeing color for the first time
My old self is fast asleep, still dreaming in black and white
I don't see things the way other people see things
I don't see things through my own two eyes
I don't see things through my own two eyes
Just the one inside
Just the one inside
Just the one inside
Just the one inside
chorus
And it's making a list of things to do that I never have done
Danger, adventure, excitement
My old self is apalled by the thought of having fun
Time to dress sharp, get my shoes shined
My old self is growing jeolous, 'cause he never figured out
How to be nice and take charge of my mind
My old self is growing jeolous, 'cause he never figured out
How to be nice and take charge of my mind
8:24 pm pst
Thursday, February 19, 2004
Wrote this song at work. Up Yours Lori!!
God's Own Jester
I always knew I was performing for some one
The laughter that comes when most quiet and aware
I pray will always be there
A million clown, all of us
Like channels on a television
The artist wants attention
Turn on and tune in or I'm dropping out
I won't mind if few tickets are sold
As long as God is in the house
I Want Everybody To Be Like Me
I play the wrong notes
To make them question my sanity
I need a new friend
To understand the man in me
Free me from this sickness I twist like a thread
To exist as a man who'd be better off dead
But I'll never do it
I believe in the lie
I have to learn
To stop asking why
"We all like you
You're a sensitive guy
Everybody feels alone sometimes"
Everybody feels alone sometimes
But I AM ALONE
ALL OF THE TIME!
Spoken part: I want somebody to listen to my problems. I'd like to speak to a psychiatrist. I'd like to speak to
a psychiatrist, because I don't like them and want to fuck them up. I know that after listening to my problems, they will
be all fucked up. I want to make everybody more like me. I want to make everybody like ME. I want everybody to like me. I
want everybody to love me. I want me to like myself. If everybody was more like me, maybe I would like them more, and wouldn't
have so many problems.
I play the wrong chords
To make them think I don't care
I thought I could fool them forever
But it's becoming painfully aware
I'm no longer wanted in this community
They don't care about art, just do yr duty
Do yr time, put in yr hours
Don't dare to stop and smell the flowers
That are wilted anyways from pollution
When did we reverse our potential evolution?
I've been around long enough to know that I know nothing
Who the fuck are you to analyze me and tell me how to live? How to think. Shut your mouth, I don't need your help! I see
new exciting life forms in the thick air surrouning me at night. It's my special secret thing no one else can see and I'm
not going to share. That is where comfort waits for me to find it, and I have the tools and the time.
I say the wrong words to test my oppressors
But I should stop, it encourages successors
My songs couldn't get me arrested
But my poetry is certainly a crime
I should put down my pen, make a new friend
Who knows how much time is left to spend
To laugh, to learn
Before the sky burns
This is the intro
Here comes the bridge
This is the intro
Here comes the chorus
Is this the intro?
No, just the end
7:46 pm pst
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
new funny song:
Make No Mistake About It
Make no mistake about it
This is a suicide
The knife was plunged by his own hand
The trigger was caressed by his obliging finger
He could no longer stand the memories that linger
From a childhood stolen by parental obstruction
And "friends" who encouraged his self-destruction
I know this is what you've been anticipating
Now you can stop worrying and waiting
Make no mistake about it
This is a suicide
Carried through by an entity
From inside
Or outside(?)
Make no mistake about it
This is a suicide
Don't call it an accident
That would be a lie
Or label it "misadventure"
This isn't the first time he's tried
Make no mistake about it
This is a suicide
Don't waste all of yr time
Suspecting homicide
I have no enemies
Only I want to see the end of me
Make no mistake, I won't make no mistake
This time....this time...this time........
8:10 pm pst
Monday, January 5, 2004
Sporn is my new favorite word
Try it.
Take it out for a little test-drive.
You'll like it.
7:41 pm pst
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