I often have dreams that I’m an important scientist leading some sort of phenomenological set of thought experiments that are of dire importance to the rest of the world.

Roll me over I wanna wave at the kids
I can’t say I prescribe cause I don’t know what it is
I’m down at the track I’m just calling to check in
If you start without me say my name as you begin
It’s not like it wasn’t all for you
But like everything I do it’s misunderstood
Take a message I’m on my way out of town
But the wording’s important so make sure you write it down
There’s money behind every picture in the place
Sincerely your husband on my way to the next race
If it’s once I got it
If it’s twice I don’t

Time to go to Chris’ party

Thirty-five dollars and a six pack to my name
Six-pack!
Spent the rest on beer so who’s to blame
Six-pack!
They say I’m fucked up all the time
Six pack!
What they do is a waste of time
Six pack!

I know it’ll be o.k.
I get a six pack in me, alright!

My girl friend asks me which one I like better
Six pack!
I hope the answer won’t upset her
Six pack!
I was born with a bottle in my mouth
Six pack!
Now I got a six so I’ll never run out
Six pack!

I know it’ll be o.k.
I got a six pack in me alright!

Thirty-five dollars and a six pack to my name
Six-pack!
Spent the rest on beer so who’s to blame
Six-pack!
They say I’m fucked up all the time
Six pack!
What they do is a waste of time
Six pack!

Six pack!
Six pack!

Broken Hearts are for assholes. -Frank Zappa

Hey! Do you know what you are?
You’re an asshole! An ASSHOLE!

Some of you might not agree
‘Cause you probably likes a lot of misery
But think a while and you will see…
Broken hearts are for assholes
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole?
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole too?
Watcha gonna do, ’cause you’re an asshole…

self-help talking heads style. A very shimmiable song.

“I will fight; will fight with my heart.
I will fight; will fight with understanding.
In my mind, the weather never changes
Skill overcomes, difficult situations.

A straight line exists between me and the good things.
I have found the line and its direction is known to me.
Absolute trust keeps me going in the right direction.
Any intrusion is met with a heart full of the good thing.

Try to compare what I am presenting.
You will meet with much frustration.
Try to find … similar situation.
You will always find the same solution.

As the heart finds the good thing, the feeling is multiplied.
Add the will to the strength and it equals conviction.
As we economise, efficiency is multiplied,
To the extent I am determined the result is the good thing.
So I say:
I have adopted this and made it my own:
Cut back the weakness, reinforce what is strong.”

-Talking Heads, the good thing

keep your Stalin off my body!

“It is just for this reason that the revolutionary power gave women the right to abortion, which in conditions of want and family distress, whatever may be said upon this subject by the eunuchs and old maids of both sexes, is one of her most important civil, political and cultural rights.”

-Leon Trotsky, The Revolution Betrayed

They held each other and kissed
and pushed each others’
Darkness inot the corner,
Believing in each others’ light,
Each others’ dream.

- Hubert Selby Jr.

The weirdness flows between us

Sometimes I don’t thrill you
Sometimes I think I’ll kill you
Just don’t let me fuck up will you
‘Cause when I need a friend it’s still you

-Freak Scene, Dinosaur Jr.

nomeansno

You will not follow me
Hello, goodbye

Take the first turn and head straight south
A corridor of trees will lead you past a public park
Row houses of brick, empty onto a vacant lot
Turn left, turn right, and look for the neon sign
There you are, there you are
Wait a minute, I see, I see

Hello, goodbye

You three bring in the boxes while we move these chairs
A place to be, a place to read, a work of fiction or history
To the east we’ll hang the door, solid oak
To the west bay windows letting in the light
A place to be, a place to read, a place to spend the night
you stand over there and I’ll stay here
Now I see, now I see

Hello, goodbye
You will not follow me
A prophet without disciples
A teacher without students
A shepherd without sheep
Wait a minute, I see, I see
You three, follow me, yes you three, follow me
Follow me
You will not follow me

The blood of the oxen must not be spilt upon the altar
And the smoke must be of white ash, cypress and fragrant cedar
While the leaves of the yew tree will smother the brazen flames
You hand me up the cup and I’ll read from the book
And then together we’ll all sing
What shall we sing? what shall we sing?
You will not follow me