Thanksgiving
I admit, I have little to say on the subject other than the obvious. Cap n Jazz used to sing and mumble a nice song that captures the theme splendidly. I am thankful to have had it in my life, and the rest of their songs. Let's stuff ourselves to the point of combustion, and hope that that bang echoes at least until Christmas if not longer. Enjoy the abundance of the season and may this or that God bless you.
(This is how it ended in Tokyo)
buildings rebuilt and billed
to anyone dumb enough to be standing there.
Thanksgiving day
tossing eating wearing
pigskin worn thin.
Torn teethly like the scaredy cat
sacred custom goes
sweet chicken little eating lolli pox
treats for turkey day
it's salmonella city
Where we're worn thin
ordered to work in working order
bashful red shame and bold blue bruising whitey
Hiding in houses looking like aching smiling faces
and oh, the comfortable forts we used to build
with cushions and blankets
matching a patched up pair like us
apparently it's a given,
given culture and all.
We will break things just to call them broken
We are stained by this compulsion to ruin
and name it art
("when you get caught between the moon and new york city...lah dah dee dee. lah dah doo doo.)
Architects ache so they build
some ugly subdivisions no matter how much pain or planning
no matter how much it matters -
some ugly houses sprout up in rows to
look like structures of sad accidents
and broken happy plans.
We named the clever chimp that picked up the first tool Adam
We discovered we are really mostly just water
(This is how it ended in Tokyo)
buildings rebuilt and billed
to anyone dumb enough to be standing there.
Thanksgiving day
tossing eating wearing
pigskin worn thin.
Torn teethly like the scaredy cat
sacred custom goes
sweet chicken little eating lolli pox
treats for turkey day
it's salmonella city
Where we're worn thin
ordered to work in working order
bashful red shame and bold blue bruising whitey
Hiding in houses looking like aching smiling faces
and oh, the comfortable forts we used to build
with cushions and blankets
matching a patched up pair like us
apparently it's a given,
given culture and all.
We will break things just to call them broken
We are stained by this compulsion to ruin
and name it art
("when you get caught between the moon and new york city...lah dah dee dee. lah dah doo doo.)
Architects ache so they build
some ugly subdivisions no matter how much pain or planning
no matter how much it matters -
some ugly houses sprout up in rows to
look like structures of sad accidents
and broken happy plans.
We named the clever chimp that picked up the first tool Adam
We discovered we are really mostly just water
We pretend about a past to justify right now
We tell countless lies to make it through each day
Oh, keep on runnin' little bunny
keep on runnin'. Oh bunny, keep on runnin'
We tell countless lies to make it through each day
Oh, keep on runnin' little bunny
keep on runnin'. Oh bunny, keep on runnin'
little so little
all the duracell sold during the super bowl
and my disease. such an easy
disease contagious as a yawn
My why chromosome.
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Footnote to Nothing: The original text of the song is written in a single block of words; I have done my own line breaking and amended a few things so that the lyrics match the actual song that is sung. Don't you just love that line: "We are stained by the compulsion to ruin and name it art." Even more astonishing: the guy who wrote and sang the song was only 19 or 20 at the time.
and my disease. such an easy
disease contagious as a yawn
My why chromosome.
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Footnote to Nothing: The original text of the song is written in a single block of words; I have done my own line breaking and amended a few things so that the lyrics match the actual song that is sung. Don't you just love that line: "We are stained by the compulsion to ruin and name it art." Even more astonishing: the guy who wrote and sang the song was only 19 or 20 at the time.
