Thursday, September 30, 2010
Pirate Trade
Re-write occurred on 05/10/2010
Alas my land they took away
left no means to support my way.
My mind it twisted, began to yell
took up the gun and sailed away.
Seized my home for tax unpaid
left bare on lanes to go my way.
Nothing left and beaten down
an outlaws life was my way out.
A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.
Upon the docks a fine ship found
one night dark, twas borrowed.
Sailing away into the gloom
hearts heavy with growing doom.
Heavy the hold with chest and cask
of rum, and ale, and food.
Stole some canon, power and shot
set out upon the unsuspecting lot.
A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.
Up and down the coast
a deadly trade is plied.
No ship was ever safe
from our canons fiery kiss.
A broadside and she's crippled
grape and chain takes down the sail.
Boarded swift and plundered clean
to a watery grave is sent.
A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.
Slipping in to ports we stop
to trade for grog and wench and song.
Quick the plunder soon be gone
we set off to sea again.
A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.
A'yo the devil and Davy Jones
sitin by my side
our souls may be damned
but we are living on the high.
Monday, September 6, 2010
War Cry
As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this one will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.
First cut, very rough.
The Captains of industry called a challenge
And the czars of commerce answered
They crafted their lies one upon one
Report upon report,
They called for the campaigns to start with month end
Notice went out across emails reaching all
That sounded like old repeating beans
6sigma and lean, downsizing right sizing
Fire your staff and move overseas
Throughout the quarters they cut their staff
With high profits on the side of the ruthless
They schemed their bottom line, plot upon plot
Dirty deed upon deed
At the coming of the investors meeting,
The great cuts began
They met in the market supposedly free
They looked out across the shining sea
And they reduced their head count
One upon one
Till all were gone
The economy was dead before it could begin
Big business leaders playing a game
They tried to maximize profits
And sold out their kin
And sold out their kin
First cut, very rough.
The Captains of industry called a challenge
And the czars of commerce answered
They crafted their lies one upon one
Report upon report,
They called for the campaigns to start with month end
Notice went out across emails reaching all
That sounded like old repeating beans
6sigma and lean, downsizing right sizing
Fire your staff and move overseas
Throughout the quarters they cut their staff
With high profits on the side of the ruthless
They schemed their bottom line, plot upon plot
Dirty deed upon deed
At the coming of the investors meeting,
The great cuts began
They met in the market supposedly free
They looked out across the shining sea
And they reduced their head count
One upon one
Till all were gone
The economy was dead before it could begin
Big business leaders playing a game
They tried to maximize profits
And sold out their kin
And sold out their kin
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Ghost Winds
As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this one will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.
First cut, very rough.
Long hot nights, still thick air.
evoke thoughts of fine times spent
lying in the fields with a lady friend
tangled as one, a beast with two backs.
Crisp night air, with a nip of frost
brings memories of happy times.
Running swift on the hunt
Seeking prey or finding love.
Clear frozen nights, too cold to inhale.
Conjures visions of fires burning warm.
Time spent indoors laughing with friends and lovers.
Wrapped in blankets bare.
The old wolf test the midnight air
Each season brings with it memories
of times long gone by.
When he could still run swift.
Cool nights, new green and old decay
excitement stirs, though now only memories
Alone now, he sleeps wondering
if another season will ever come
Bringing with it its special memories
for him to relive once more
his mind still vibrant, young at heart
his body quickly failing
First cut, very rough.
Long hot nights, still thick air.
evoke thoughts of fine times spent
lying in the fields with a lady friend
tangled as one, a beast with two backs.
Crisp night air, with a nip of frost
brings memories of happy times.
Running swift on the hunt
Seeking prey or finding love.
Clear frozen nights, too cold to inhale.
Conjures visions of fires burning warm.
Time spent indoors laughing with friends and lovers.
Wrapped in blankets bare.
The old wolf test the midnight air
Each season brings with it memories
of times long gone by.
When he could still run swift.
Cool nights, new green and old decay
excitement stirs, though now only memories
Alone now, he sleeps wondering
if another season will ever come
Bringing with it its special memories
for him to relive once more
his mind still vibrant, young at heart
his body quickly failing
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Low end people got a minor touch
Low End People got a bit of a re-work on 20/07/2010!
An ancient one bubbled up and got a minor alteration.
Remember is starting to work too much lately, going to burn out!
An ancient one bubbled up and got a minor alteration.
Remember is starting to work too much lately, going to burn out!
Slight rework on Pager Blues
Pager Blues got a bit of a re-work on 20/07/2010!
Whoot I actually managed to remember and rework another one.
Remember is sort of working lately, scarry!
Whoot I actually managed to remember and rework another one.
Remember is sort of working lately, scarry!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Slight rework of Wage Slave Blues
Wage Slave Blues - Lament of the North American IT worker got a bit of a re-work on 17/07/2010!
Whoot I actually managed to remember and rework one
Whoot I actually managed to remember and rework one
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Thought Fragment - Vampyres of the future
As with most momentary thoughts it is unknown when this fragment will float to the top of the misty mind again to be further rework.
A really moldy oldie fragment from way back in the 1960's.
Ice cold Blood frozen in my veins
Ice cold Blood frozen in my veins
Spider cobwebs in my brain
Vampyres of the future, walk the night.
A really moldy oldie fragment from way back in the 1960's.
Ice cold Blood frozen in my veins
Ice cold Blood frozen in my veins
Spider cobwebs in my brain
Vampyres of the future, walk the night.
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