Unsung Zero

So this is quite possibly the cheesiest song I've ever written...well cheesiest one I have ever completed and shared but hey, sometimes life gets cheesy.  As was proven by my carpet this weekend...don't ask...or do.  Enjoy!  Also, I promise to not post a song next time.

We're no Criminals.

This consequence don't fit the crime.

We were blind to it.

Shone so bright, only we couldn't see

the wake of our revelry.

And

so it goes.

It's the kind of thing some sing about.

Who the hell goes and lives it out?

And the story's old,

you only get so far 'til the zero's been swept out to sea

in the snares of a tragedy.  So

tell me love,

teach me of,

make me up

a world where we won't make perfect sense

somewhere I won't remember this.

You ran to me.

Held so tight

it's hard for me to believe

that isn't how it's gonna be

but given it,

these days once more

I'd play them all in a line,

stop here and hit rewind.

And

so it goes...

It's the kind of thing most dream about,

write it down so you get it out.

Oh, the story's old.
Hey, I know

when the zero has his final scene.

Shot down from the mezzanine.

So tell me love,

teach me of,

wake me up,

I'm in your arms,

still wrapped in your memory,

baby could you finish this one for me?

So it goes...

It's the kind of thing I can't think about,

for the fear that I'll let it out.

And the story's old,
you only get so far

'til the zero's made his final plea

but I know that you'll remember me.

So tell me love,

teach me of,

you're gonna have to wake me up

'cause I'm in your arms,

still wrapped in your memory

you're gonna have to finish this one for me....

Refiner's Fire

This is the silence before a bursting out of life.

Calling all around,

gather all around.

I’m watching the calm

of nothing at all,

now we burn so bright.

Leading black then white,

follows day and night

Gravitational force,

an orbital course

and a molten sea

flowing up and down,

forming shape and sound.

While in the darkness, as in light,

you’ll find every

colour

waiting.

Funny how we find ourselves alive

with only two promises,

to be here

and die.

See how merely words seem to confine?

Try to find the feeling that brought you here

tonight.

Now here is a man,

he fucks and he stands

and he tries so hard,

to watch it all fall down,

yet coming back around.

He’s checkin’ it out.

He screams and he shouts

with the stars above

he measures short and long,

weighing right and wrong.

While in the darkness, as in light,

you’ll find every-

body

waiting.

Funny how we always seem to lie

when it’s coming down to how we are here

and why.

See how merely thoughts seem to confine?

Just try to find the feeling that brought you here

tonight.

Funny how we find ourselves alive

with only two promises ,

to be here

and die.

See how merely words seem to confine?

Just try to find the feeling that brought you here

tonight.

This is the silence before we’re bursting back to light.

Chuckles & Herschey - Part 1 of X

Earl Pritchett -

“Charlie Pratt is a rat bastard sunovabitch.  You can take that any damn way ya like an’ you can tell ‘em isme that said it too!  I bet he give ya a big ol' laugh.  I betchyu’d be standin’ at the front porch, tellin’ em what it was I said an’ he start chucklin’ like a damn goon, flashin' them piss stained Chiclets a’his, all jammed up in that ass-hole he kiss ‘is momma with.  Him an’ that mouth breathin’ Herschel Maybelle carryin’ on.  Oh, I bet they’d have a real time of it too…on me!  Laughin’ ‘n’ jokin’, jawin’ back ‘n’ forth ‘bout what they done. Yeah, I’d betchya.

‘Bout all I got t’say ‘bout that is, good…real good.  Only fittin' it’d be me givin'em a smile.

Herschel…I guess Herschel ain’t got nuthin’ ta worry ‘bout.  Shit, ya can’t blame that boy anymore n’you could blame a shadow fer hangin’ ‘round.  If you don’t know ‘bout Herschey, I ain’t gonna be the one ta tell ya nuthin’ ‘cept, you want gossip, you can drag yer ass t’town an’ stay there.  I don’t spread rumors an’ I don’t wanna hear ‘em neither. You can save that mess fer them trash whores in town, Cheryl Timms and her like.


You ever wanna see a beat up ol’ catfish squawk like a chicken, ya take yerself down to Jude an’ 1st.  I bet she’s down at Carl’s right now, preachin’ dirt ta that yappy flock ‘a’ crows followin’ her around all day.  I bet she ain’t peeled her ass offa that stool since the sun come up.  Sippin’ black coffee and spewin’ out filth.  I swear, them booths is more crowded than a church pew on Sund'y.  Pastor Lewis cut his sermon down to 16 minutes now so’s he can get over an’ catch the whole town dumpin’ they garbage.  Don’t matter t’me none, he ain’t never said nuthin’ I couldn’t read maself an’ I don’t go t’town no more anyway.  Can’t even move ‘round there without an eyeball on ya.  That Timms witch is ev’rywhere, castin’ glances an’ I bet that ain’t the only thing, her an’ e’rbody gone that same way.

Ain’t nobody done a thing since that mouth an' her come t’town.  Talkin’ back ‘n’ forth, e’rbody worried ‘bout e’rbody else, ain’t nobody worried ‘bout they own stink…an' I smell ‘em all!  Hell no I don’t want hear ‘bout what Jim Cedars done last night.  What the hell Jim Cedars got to do with me? ‘Less I need some ‘shine or some roofin’ done.  She even got that snake tongue stuffed down the Sherriff’s ear, must be true ‘cause he ain’t heard shit I said yesterday.

Ev’ry night them hell fires been kickin’ on an’ all that trash gets ta smolderin’.  Timms an’ her lot start runnin’ ‘round the streets, stokin’ up fires ‘til the whole town gets swallowed up in smoke an’ soot.  Maybe Sherriff’s right, maybe I can’t see through that smog, but I ain’t dumb an’ I ain’t never seen a cloud that black ain’t gotta storm brewin’ in its belly.  ‘Sides, come sunrise, the wind sweeps the valley an’ sends that dust cloud barrelin’ up the mountain walls, straight over my doorstep an’ I can smell what they been doin’.  It’s hot ‘n’ musty an’ creeps up an’ burns yer nose like sulfur, smells like…smashed bottles an’…shame...rotted shame.  Soon’s it blows by I gotta get down t’the stream and rinse it offa me. 

Uh now, see!  Lookit there, you got that same dumb-ass look th'Sherriff was wearin' when I said the same to him.  Well, I ain't got the time or the care ta esplain maself again.  Fall’s runnin’ out an’ I ain’t runnin’ down t’the god damn stream all wint’r long.  An’ after yesterday, I ain’t livin’ through another day without makin’ it right.  If nobody’s gunna do nuthin’, then it’s gunna be me do sumthin’ ‘bout it.  So have yerself a drink an’ a smoke, soak up that sun an’ polish off that full Christian name, Chuckles. ‘Cause Charles Archibald Pratt……you gon die t'day!”

 

 
 
Charlie Pratt -
 
“Huhhuhuh huhuhuh, oww man!  Huhuhuh!  You tell that old man, Charlie Pratt says good luck and tell him I’s wonderin’ if that sow’s been keepin’ him warm at night? HahaHAAA......!



Herschel Maybelle -
 
“Charlie says he worryin’ ‘bout yer hawg Mr. Early.  Charlie says he give ya good luck!”

Friday Night

She puts on her shoes ‘n’ dress,

grabs my coat and hat,

we head out for the night.

And although we’re running late

and it’s all my fault,

I know everything’s alright.

I say, “Baby baby, I’m not too sure but I think my life, it runs ten minutes slow.”

And she says, “Crazy boy, now don’t you know? I love ya so, get in the car let’s go.”

Side by side,

ooo,

world rolls by

We pull into the drive,

I lean and squeeze your thigh,

we get eye to eye.

“Girl let’s go on in”.

You take my hand,

pull it to your side.

I hold you to my chest,

steal a little kiss,

something worth the crime.

Light a cigarette,

lose our bet,

pass it to the right.

Side by side,

oh!!

We’re walkin’ through the room,

hear our favorite tune,

our legs come alive.

Now we’re dancin’ hand in hand,

“Lady, understand, I’m leading you this time.”

Then she says “Babe it’s getting late, I want stay, but then who’s gonna drive?”

So it’s goodbye to our friends,

make some future plans,

step back into the night.

Side by side,

ooo,

world rolls by.

I’s dreamin’ ‘bout your face,

woke up in our place,

you’re tuggin’ at my side.

“Lover come to bed.  I gotta show somthin’, been feelin’ it all night.”

And we hold a deep embrace,

freezing time and space,

locked up in your eyes.

End a perfect day in our favorite way,

slip into delight.

Side by side,

ooo,

world rolls by.

Soul Shaker

Name:  He's
Occupation:  A Sole Shaker,
Descriptives:  Rattlin' bones.
Hobbies:  He's a love taker,
Interests:  Throwin' back stones.
Fun Facts:  He's got a picture of you, painted it black and white.
Comments:  He got a limited view, pushin' you wrong from the right but he's always the same.  Don't care when ya came, it's always the same.

Name: She's
Occupation: A Heartbreaker,

Descriptives:  I know ya heard it before.

Hobbies: She's a toll taker,

Interests:  Keepin' up score.

Fun Facts: She love makin' a fool, cuttin' 'em down in a fight.

Comments:  I'm sorry for who's takin' her home at the end of the night.  'Cause she's always the same.  She's an off-rail train.   It's always the same.

Name:  He's the Love maker,

Occupation: Quakin' the floor.
Name:  She's the Life giver,

Occupation:  Pushin' back the shore.

Interests:  They got a vision of you burnin' a hole in the night.

Fun Facts:  You hear them talkin' to you,  pushin' the dark in the light and you're never the same.

Comments:  It's a whole new plane, you're never the same.

Office Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Newb

Today a sprig of straw fell from the sky.  It surprised me to see such a thing fall from the clouds.  Surely no dove nor blue bird could have dropped it, this piece of straw most certainly had no relation what-so-ever to that bleached-white emerald city beyond the rainbow, no monkey flipping way.  This thing had been where no life can go.

"Forged in the balmy depths of a molten core where heat and pressure are the sole survivors.  Together too long and twisted as rivals.  A place where quicksilver screams for the apex of chapels, ‘neath the constant oppression of atoms and apples."

This was not your normal shard of dry, golden grass, no this fragment was special.  The seed must have been sown and reaped in the fiery pits of hell. You know…the pits right next to the Steamy Sauna & Day Spa of Hell. It’s the only place I could imagine its origins.  This "Little Piece of Cow Feed That Could" had surpassed supercritical mass, gone super massive and produced an exact replica of itself, totally constructed of antimatter.

Now…during the normal course of a day, if I happen to spy some form or another of antimatter passing by, I would usually point it out to anyone near.  I mean, it is a fairly dangerous thing to have around but as it fell I was completely absorbed.  I was riveted to my seat, only able to focus on the thing itself.  Not its path, its destination, its purpose. 

Only the fall.

It was an ever changing piece of performance art.  One moment, stuttering through the air with Chaplinesque slap-stick & pratfalls, the next...carving the wind with the grace of a figure skater.  It disarmed and pinned me to the ground.  My mouth agape in true Cro-Magnon fashion, eyes nearly crossed and Hoovering into my lungs every nasty infinitismal spec of don't-matter wafting by. Small bits of harmless nothings, casting magnified apparitions of pestilence and disease on my cranium walls. Particles, bacterium, who knows, maybe even teeny-tiny people like in that movie Innerspace.  Time seemed to slow down and so did I.  Not "moving slow" kind of slow, that’s inherent if time is slowing down, ass.  I’m talking about getting more stupider..er.  As if the whole thing, start to finish, was a diversion so someone could sneak up from behind and steal my brain cells. 

Someone like...Meg Ryan and that Quaid guy...Randy?

No...Dennis, Dennis Quaid.

( "...like freakin' diamond cutters...")

Randy would be much scarier to think of running around inside me but I wouldn't be pumped about Dennis either. I don't think Meg Ryan would bother me, she seems like a peach. Not straight-haired Meg Ryan, Version 2.0 with all the upgrades and that Joker smile.

 I'm talkin' 'bout care-free, curly haired, When Harry Met Sally, Top Gun Meg Ryan.

These were the kinds of things going through my mind. 

Like I said...I was getting dumber by he second...

Well, I wish I had had my wits about me.  Perhaps I could have saved the poor thing but in my miniature-movie star trance I could not even help my self.  The task proved too much for such as I and the effect of my non-action will forever be tattooed to the insides of my eye lids.

No one deserves to go out the way that camel went, animal or no. 

Science says that when antimatter meets matter, the resulting occurrence is much like when some couples I’ve known get together…they devour each other...annihilate, to be more technical.  Some may tell you that for antimatter to touch a living thing would be painless, a moment too fast for nerves to react.  For these fools I ask...how is it that the scream, emitted from that desert thoroughbred, echoed with such a sound as to be undeniably sure to frighten my grandchildren and their children’s children?

Scientific disputes aside, the actual event that sent me reeling was the final movement of this insane end game.  After all the smoke and debris cleared, in complete cliché “gone full circle” BS story mode, I saw the true alpha and omega of our tale.  There, center stage of a crater some 20 feet in radius stood….

…Newb Johnson.  That’s right, Newb…with her hand in the air asking for a repeat tutorial on the ins and outs of copy & paste.  To which the gallery clenched their mouths in uncurved smiles, shaking their peanut heads with a resounding downward, “Ohhhh Newb.” 

Of course, with the camel now gone, I no longer know what is going to lead Newb back to our florescent halls.  I sense adventure and travel beyond my vantage in Newbs near future.

…more to follow…

The Sure to be Brief Chronicles of Newb Johnson

Today someone…let’s call her…Newb…Newb Johnson...yes!  Today Newb asked me, for the second time in as many work days, for guidance in putting a cardboard filing box together.

One with a diagram drawn on the bottom and giant A, B, C’s to show the order of folding.

Tomorrow, if Newb postures the same query, not only will it be a tremendous leap forward in science's understanding of the boundaries of human stupidity but also, my head will implode instantaneously and I will reappear in a cloud of fire and smoke doing my very bestest Donald Trump impression.

...more to follow...