December 13

6 Degrees…

THE SCRIPT LYRICS

“Six Degrees Of Separation”

You’ve read the books, you’ve watched the shows
What’s the best way, no one knows

Meditate, yea, hypnotized
Anything to take it from your mind
But it won’t go
You’re doing all these things out of desperation
You’re going through six degrees of separation

You had the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke
You fake a smile, ya, lie and say
You’re better now than ever and your life’s okay
But it’s not, no

You’re doing all these things out of desperation
You’re going through six degrees of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

Oh no there ain’t no helping, to remember one’s self
Oh no there ain’t no helping, to remember one’s self

You tell your friends, yea strangers too
Anyone who will throw an arm around you
Tarot cards, gems and stones
Believing all the shit’s gonna heal your soul
Well it’s not, whoa

You’re only doing things out of desperation
You’re going through six degrees of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

Oh no there ain’t no helping, to remember one’s self

Oh no there’s no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back no hesitation
That’s how you know you’ve reached the sixth degree of separation

Oh no there’s no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back no hesitation
That’s how you know you’ve reached the sixth degree of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

You’re going through six degrees of separation
You’re going through six degrees of separation
Oh no there ain’t no helping, to remember one’s self
Oh no there ain’t no helping, to remember one’s self

 

November 11

Humanity I Love You

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Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

 

– e.e. cummings

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November 20

Rid of Me… PJ Harvey

Tie yourself to me
No one else, no
You’re not rid of me
No, you’re not rid of me

Night and day I breathe
Hah hah ay hey
You’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me

I beg you my darling
Don’t leave me
I’m hurting

Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire

I’ll tie your legs
Keep you against my chest
Oh you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
I’ll make you lick my injuries
I’m gonna twist your head off, see

Till you say don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her

I beg you my darling
Don’t leave me
Cause I’m hurting
I’ve been lonely
Above everything
Above every day
And I’m hurting

Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire
Lick my legs and I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire

Oh you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
I’ll make you lick my injuries
I’m gonna twist your head off, see

Till you say don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her

Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire
Lick my legs and I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire
Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire
Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire
Lick my legs and I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire
Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire

© PJ Harvey

July 20

My Terrible Friend – Dying to Live

Lyrics:
We don’t always see eye to eye
But we see how the time’s flying by
And we live with a daunting suspicion
That it might not go into remission

So against all the odds we’re competing
Though we don’t know for sure what we’re reading
In the old testament we’d get fire and torment
But the new one says something ’bout healing

We’re dying to live
We’re trying to live
We’re dying to live
Cause there’s so much to live for

Miracles don’t seem all that fair
If I were God I would know who to scare
And I’d try to repay all the losses
That were caused by incompetent bosses

They knew how to launch an attack
While unarmed you lay flat on your back
And wait for the poison to cure you
Since faith ain’t enough to insure you

We’re dying to live
Cause there’s so much to live for

Angels always get the best lines
Fear not must have worked back in biblical times
But we’re full of the facts it’s the cross on our backs
When we pray are we just closing our eyes

We’re dying to live
We’re trying to live
We’re dying to live
Cause there’s so much to live for

June 23

Karintha

Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon,
O cant you see it, O cant you see it,
Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon
… When the sun goes down.

Men had always wanted her, this Karintha, even as a child, Karintha carrying beauty, perfect as dusk when the sun goes down. Old men rode her hobby-horse upon their knees. Young men danced with her at frolics when they should have been dancing with their grown-up girls. God grant us youth, secretly prayed the old men. The young fellows counted the time to pass before she would be old enough to mate with them. This interest of the male, who wishes to ripen a growing thing too soon, could mean no good to her.

Karintha, at twelve, was a wild flash that told the other folks just what it was to live. At sunset, when there was no wind, and the pine-smoke from over by the sawmill hugged the earth, and you couldnt see more than a few feet in front, her sudden darting past you was a bit of vivid color, like a black bird that flashes in light. With the other children one could hear, some distance off, their feet flopping in the two-inch dust. Karintha’s running was a whir. It had the sound of the red dust that sometimes makes a spiral in the road. At dusk, during the hush just after the sawmill had closed down, and before any of the women had started their supper-getting-ready songs, her voice, high-pitched, shrill, would put one’s ears to itching. But no one ever thought to make her stop because of it. She stoned the cows, and beat her dog, and fought the other children… Even the preacher, who caught her at mischief, told himself that she was as innocently lovely as a November cotton flower. Already, rumors were out about her. Homes in Georgia are most often built on the two-room plan. In one, you cook and eat, in the other you sleep, and there love goes on. Karintha had seen or heard, perhaps she had felt her parents loving. One could but imitate one’s parents, for to follow them was the way of God. She played “home” with a small boy who was not afraid to do her bidding. That started the whole thing. Old men could no longer ride her hobby-horse upon their knees. But young men counted faster.

Her skin is like dusk,
O cant you see it,
Her skin is like dusk,
When the sun goes down.

Karintha is a woman. She who carries beauty, perfect as dusk when the sun goes down. She has been married many times. Old men remind her that a few years back they rode her hobby-horse upon their knees. Karintha smiles, and indulges them when she is in the mood for it. She has contempt for them. Karintha is a woman. Young men run stills to make her money. Young men go to the big cities and run on the road. Young men go away to college. They all want to bring her money. These are the young men who thought that all they had to do was to count time. But Karintha is a woman, and she has had a child. A child fell out of her womb onto a bed of pine-needles in the forest. Pine-needles are smooth and sweet. They are elastic to the feet of rabbits… A sawmill was nearby. Its pyramidal sawdust pile smouldered. It is a year before one completely burns. Meanwhile, the smoke curls up and hangs in odd wraiths about the trees, curls up, and spreads itself out over the valley… Weeks after Karintha returned home the smoke was so heavy you tasted it in water. Some one made a song:

Smoke is on the hills. Rise up.
Smoke is on the hills, O rise
And take my soul to Jesus.

Karintha is a woman. Men do not know that the soul of her was a growing thing ripened too soon. They will bring their money; they will die not having found it out… Karintha at twenty, carrying beauty, perfect as dusk when the sun goes down. Karintha…

Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon,
O cant you see it, O cant you see it,
Her skin is like dusk on the eastern horizon
… When the sun goes down.

Goes down…

Jean Toomer

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