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Assange-Taylor synchronicities - au is a small place Idyllic childhoods in rural localities. Problems with parenting on the paternal side. The odd LSD cult connection. ( Cult collected blonde children ) Many schools syndrome. I had five between 1960 - 1968 Then three more before giving up on high school at year four. ( I did win a commonwealth scholarship in 1970 and was elected class president, but was expelled that year ) At last try at high school at swinburne in 1976 I got an 'A' for an essay on ' Soldedad Brother'. Much later in the 1990's I won an aboricultural technicians certificate that included a travel tower operators licence and first aid certificate. Became interested in the net in the 1990's as physically work became harder from the age of 40 on. Travelled by motorbike to Cape Tribulation in 1998 for the winter. Received a parking ticket at Townsville on return journey. I suspect that for those looking to play up the agenda angle for both Julian and me...and a lot of other hacker types, the action is the juice, as they say in the classics. Ars gratia artis, so shove that up yr arse and smoke it. Art for arts sake - money for fucks sake. My older brother was born in Qld and there's a family story of how a giant carpet snake was once found in his room. Another story has my dad threatened by a giant grouper as he swam to a boat they were living on for a while near Mackay. I must have been con in or near Mackay Qld in 1954. Mackay is an hour or so drive south from Townsville. When I was ten our boat stopped in Brisbane on its way to Athens. I then went through Townsville twice in the 1970's hitching from Darwin to just north of Cairns and then down to Brisbane in 1975. One lift in a mini nearly killed me as the driver went to sleep and we rolled a few times. I bought my second car in Brisbane and drove it home to Vic. I was soon back in Qld a couple of times on climbing trips and put up a climb on Frog Butress called ' Holy Grail'. That Monty Python movie had just come out then and it included a brief shot looking up at another climbing area at Mt Buffalo in Vic. Qld has granite climbing and there are also the Glasshouse mountains. I've climbed the pointy one. In 1998 I worked on a cattle station in Qld called Bulloo Downs. This allowed me to save enough to go to California and Canada in 1979. In 1998 I bought a boogie-board from a store in Rockhampton. I still have it and use it nearly every summer. '...the clouds spill across the sky, in random formation, yes, but also non-random, standing in uniform spikes or rolling in regularly furrowed patterns like brain matter. On a stormy afternoon, when the sky shimmers and trembles with the electricity to come, the clouds stand out from thirty miles away, filtering the light and reflecting it until the whole sky starts to seem like a spectacle staged as a subtle reproach to physicists. Clouds represented a side of nature that the mainstream of physics had passed by, a side that was, at once fuzzy and detailed, structured and unpredictable...' - From ' Chaos', by James Gleick (1 Comment | Comment on this) 9:35a Jury Astranged What are we supposed to use? Harsh language? Assange called on his supporters to “protect my work and my people” from attacks from governments and corporations. It would be useful to APster for JA to make a statement approving appropriate retaliation in kind to all attacks from governments and corporations. There's no reason for us to fight with one arm tied behind our backs. Self defence is a legal defence against any murder charge so long as its broadly responsive and broadly proportionate to the attack or the perceived attack. Just war theory is based on this so it is the 'supreme crime' to wage aggressive war. “We now know that Visa, Mastercard, PayPal and others are instruments of US foreign policy. It’s not something we knew before,” Assange said in a statement likely to add new impetus to the spate of cyber attacks being perpetrated by Anonymous in support of WikiLeaks. That is good reconnaisance intelligence - ' many died to bring us this information' ( Star Wars*) But again - we're not facing an opponent who respects the Marquis of Queensbury rulebook. More like ' Rules in a knife-fight' actually. ( Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid ) But all the good intel in the world won't help us if we don't have a broad consensus on the rules of engagement. This means WL stops being pusinamillous about tactics and embraces diversity-of-tactics doctrine. DoT means acceptance of propaganda-of-the-deed for those willing to use it. DoT means heavy DDoS campaigns and sustained DDoS campaigns and ' Total War' DDoS campaigns ( Like the night we called it a day for Frank Sinatra ) Boycots and disinvestments combined with all forms of electronic excommunications we can manage. Finally PoD means APster. Online markets dedicated to gaming the future career paths of those who would attack us without just cause. Assassination politics. You can't ask people to make revolutions half way Julian. Most of this revolution will be like most revolutions of the last 60 plus years and be overwhelmingly non-violent. However the ambit claim must always remain in the background and that means a certain amount of controlled violence. As Oliver Tambo said, ' Those who would make peaceful change impossible make violent change inevitable'. And the SA revolution remains a benchmark. It took mostly peaceful ways and means but it also took a little controlled violence once the state attacked the people with murderous intent. These big corporates are huge - some of them bigger than many states. We can't wish them out of existance. The model for this global revolution remains the best and biggest one from out of the past. Spain 1936, when most of the country was in an anarchic state. The model we must seek will have the best and widest recognitions of everybodys human and civil rights from the best of the representative democratic socialist stage of the last 100 years. And we can build on that because we will have a much more direct democracy with federations - anarchism. Anarchism for want of a better word is good. Anarchism works. Anarchism in all its forms, especially all its networked forms, cuts through clarifies and captures the essence of the rapid evolution spirit. Julian you know all this from your past. Unless you've forgotten yourself then anarchism is a large part of who you are. Of your identity. If you are not up to snuff then you have to step aside. Give us your answer here. If you have somehow not learned anarchism over the last 20 odd years then you are criminally negligent. If you have learned it and now want to distance yourself for whatever reason while preening, posing and posturing as some sort of alternative then you are simply a criminal fraud on the public. Another Bernie Madoff. Julian you know all this from your past. Unless you've forgotten yourself then anarchism is a large part of who you are. Of your identity. If you are not up to snuff then you have to step aside. Give us your answer here. Don't be a incestuous skywanker prince. Join the rats of steel in the desert world of Dune. * I note that in the synopsis for the Little Ponce there is a quote about seeing the truth with your heart. I'm sure Campbell's kingdom would approve of that. 'Here place this over yr eyes - use the force Luke'. (1 Comment | Comment on this) 9:36a Below the belt Below the belt I remember the ‘reaction’ to the Ellsberg/Pentagon Papers event. Ellsberg was charged with “having sex with his wife in front of their children.” Aside from that outright lie, how curious it is that the weapon of choice to ‘down’ a whistle-blower-type is to charge him with sexual misconduct. I say ‘curious’ because of the rampant sexual ‘misconduct’ among our seated politicians, a reality that may as well be a fiction when it comes to bringing any of them ‘down.’ We really are living in an Alice-in-Wonderland world. Ratfucked - swiftboated and slamdunked - like the guy with the 13 yo in NY state and the Wilsons. Hell - like Bill and Monica. Its best to die with yr boots on. Assange’s greatest crime ? Pulling the sheets back and revealing that the US government is in bed with large corporations that have been raping the rest of the planet while calling itself a democracy. Thats the real obscenity ! “taken at its word, the Espionage Act makes felons of us all.” I think it’s time for an ‘I am Spartacus’ moment. Any of us with websites should post at least one of the leaked cables as published by the NYT, or one of the other MSM outlets, and demand that the DOJ indict us for treason. A few tens of thousands of us showing solidarity (while simply quoting something from a newspaper) may send a suitable message. AND Don’t cancel your Visa or Mastercard. Hopefully, like I do, you have a “No Fee For Life” type card. Pay off your credit card and then use the H3ll out of it every month, paying off the balance at the end of the month. No interest is ever accrued and it actually costs the card company money – they hate that. TIME for a change of media - The man behind WikiLeaks has won the most votes in this year's Person of the Year poll. Readers voted a total of 1,249,425 times, and the favorite was clear. Julian Assange raked in 382,020 votes, giving him an easy first place. He was 148,383 votes over the silver medalist, Recep Tayyip Erdogan, Prime Minister of Turkey. Time that TIME shut up shop with their last ever issue featuring an all WL issue cover-to-cover. Yeah baby yeah. Julian Assange Recep Tayyip Erdogan Lady Gaga Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert Glenn Beck Barack Obama Steve Jobs The Chilean Miners The Unemployed American Mark Zuckerberg What the WikiLeaks documents show According to the WikiLeaks documents posted by El País newspaper, former US ambassador in Madrid Eduardo Aguirre wrote in May 2007 that “while we are careful to show our respect for the tragic death of Couso and for the independence of the Spanish judicial system, behind the scenes we have fought tooth and nail to make the charges disappear.” A month later, according to the documents, Mr. Aguirre told former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice that the Spanish government “has been helpful behind the scenes in getting the case appealed.” Then in July 2007 another confidential embassy report summarized a lunch meeting between Aguirre and Attorney General Conde-Pumpido in which the Spanish official “said that he continues to do what he can to get the case dismissed, despite public pressure from the family, leftist group, and the press,” according to Aguirre. The latest complaint from the family, filed at the Attorney General's office, asks that US diplomatic cables released by WikiLeaks be used as evidence that Spanish officials conspired to unduly influence prosecutors to dismiss the case. The accused include former Foreign Affairs Minister Miguel Ángel Moratinos, former Justice Minister Juan Fernando López Aguilar, Attorney General Cándido Conde-Pumpido, and National Court Chief Prosecutor Javier Zaragoza. “The fundamental goal is to stop government meddling,” says Enrique Santiago, the Couso family's lawyer. “The family could have filed this with the courts directly, but it wanted to make sure that the rule of law still exists.” The Attorney General’s Office did not return calls for comment. US meddling? “It’s certainly going to increase the pressure on the government to play it straight,” says Reed Brody, a Brussels-based lawyer for Human Rights Watch. “The implication that top Spanish officials did bidding for the US is very damaging and I think even without the lawsuit it may cause them to try to rectify [the situation].” “Those of us who are pushing the Obama administration to undertake serious investigations were always hoping that Spanish cases would cause the US to act,” Mr. Brody says. “Nobody expects [former Defense Secretary] Donald Rumsfeld in a court in Madrid, but it would be beneficial if these processes led to... answered questions at home.” The Pentagon has publicly apologized for the deaths but found US troops acted within rules of engagement in the Palestine Hotel attack. US forces trying to capture Baghdad came under heavy sniper and rocket propelled grenade fire that day and intelligence suggested that a “spotter” was directing fire against US troops from the hotel, the US investigation said. However, multiple journalists' accounts disagreed. Reporters on the scene said there was no fire coming from the hotel and that the location was a known refuge for foreign media. An investigation into the attack led by the New York-based Committee to Protect Journalists concluded that while the attack “was not deliberate, it could have been avoided and may have been caused by a breakdown in communication within the US Army chain of command.” “The most disturbing thing of the revelations," says Brody, "is that the US was bullying other countries, not just Spain, to try to get officials to interfere with the judiciary. The US has built a wall of immunity and impunity for acts related to Iraq and Afghanistan and now it’s trying to get impunity extended abroad." “It’s the first use of Wikileaks information in a court," he adds, "but I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last. It’s going to change the playing field.” And even if the collusion complaint doesn’t prosper, few doubt Spanish public opinion will be a lot more vigilant now over the broader Couso case. “Spanish people get upset with interferences on their courts,” Brody said. “Part of this case is to hammer away at that point, that Spain should not be a lackey and should let the courts do its work.” For Julian Assange posing as a journalist Well you tease and you flirt...and you shine all the buttons on yr green shirt. Bowing and squawking Running after titbits Bobbing and squinting Just like a nitwit. The masses of this neo-media - they come at you with a chequebook in one clawed fist and microphone in the other. I wanna make them wish they'd never seen me. You say I better listen to the voice of reason But you don't give me any choice 'cause you think that it's treason A simple game of self-respect You flick a switch and the world goes off Nobody jumps as you expect I would have thought you would have had enough by now You call selective dating For some effective mating I thought I'd let you down, dear But you were just deflating I knew right from the start We'd end up hating Pictures of the merchandise Plastered on the wall We can look so long as we don't have to talk at all You say you'll never know him He's an unnatural man He doesn't want your pleasure He wants as no one can He wants to know the names of All those he's better than I wanna bite the hand that feeds me I wanna bite that hand so badly I want to make them wish they'd never seen me Some grow just like their dads And some grow up too tall Some go drinking with the lads Some don't grow up at all And you must find the proper place For everything you see But you'll never get to make a lampshade out of me I could join a chain of males or be the missing (a) link Looking for a lucky girl to put me in her pink They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod But I never thought they'd put me in the News squad .... Mother, Father, I'm doing so well I'm making such progress now that you can hardly tell I fit in a little dedication With one eye on the clock They caught you under medication You could be in for a shock Thinking up the alibis that ev'ryone's forgotten Just another mummy's boy gone to rotten They pat some good boys on the back and put some to the rod But I never thought they'd put me in the News squad.... There's so many people to see So many people you can check up on And add to your collection But they keep you hanging on Until you're well hung Your mouth is made up but your mind is undone I want your neck I want the seat that you sit at I want your cheque Because they told me I would get on I wanna chop off your head and watch it roll into the basket If you should drop dead tonight then they won't have to ask me twice [Chorus] They took me in the office and they told me very carefully The way that I could benefit from death and disability [Chorus] I want your company car I want your girlfriend and love I want your place at the bar Because there's always another man To chop off your head and watch it roll into the basket If you should drop dead tonight then they won't have to ask me twice You check her outline Break her regulations You watch her legs through several Service stations Busy bodies Very busy Getting nowhere Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere Now you're ready for the merger With the company you're part of And you do the dirty business With your latest sleeping partner You're becoming Automatic Busy bodies Out playing with the traffic You want attention You try my patience With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance Busy bodies Busy busy Getting nowhere Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere You've got a chemistry class I want a piece of your mind You don't know what you started when you mixed it up with mine Are you ready for the final solution? Oh. Oh. [They] chopped you up in butcher's school Threw you out of the academy of garbage You'll be a joker all your life A student at the comedy college People pleasing people pleasing people like you You've been around so long but you still don't know what to do Sparks are flying from electrical pylons Snakes and ladders running up and down her nylons Ready to experiment, you're ready to be burned If it wasn't for some accidents then some would never ever learn I get hit looking for a miss I never thought that it would come to this Moods for moderns [x4] Though we may never be the same again I am so proud that you've been taken in vain What if none of your dreams come true? I can never run from you There's never been a how d'you do There's never been an ending Soon you'll belong to someone else And I will be your stranger just pretending Moods for moderns Memory lingers I let you into Foreign fingers Moods for moderns [x4] I never thought that would see the day I never thought that I would give you away [Chorus] Moods for moderns Let them break us Strong and sudden Foreign fingers Don't start me talking I could talk all night My mind goes sleepwalking While I'm putting the world to right Called careers information Have you got yourself an occupation? There was a checkpoint Charlie He didn't crack a smile But it's no laughing party When you've been on the murder mile Only takes one itchy trigger One more widow, one less white nigger Hong Kong is up for grabs London is full of Arabs We could be in Palestine Overrun by a Chinese line With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne But there's no danger It's a professional career Though it could be arranged With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear If you're out of luck or out of work We could send you to Johannesburg History repeats the old conceits The glib replies the same defeats Keep your finger on important issues With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues I'm just an oily slick In a windup world with a nervous tick In a very fashionable hovel I hang around dying to be tortured You'll never be alone in the bone orchard This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel So in this almost empty gin palace Through a two-way looking glass You see your Alice You know she has no SINS For all your jealousy In a sense she still smiles very sweetly Charged with insults and flattery Her body moves with malice Do you have to be so cruel to be callous And now you find you fit this identikit completely You say you have no secrets then leave discreetly I might make it California's fault Be locked in Geneva's deepest vault Just like the canals of Mars or the Great Barrier Reef I come to you beyond belief My hands were clammy and cunning She's been suitably stunning But I know there's not a hope in Hades All the laddies cat call and wolf whistle So-called gentlemen and ladies Dog fight like rose and thistle I've got a feeling I'm going to get a lot of grief Once this seemed so appealing Now I am beyond belief (1 Comment | Comment on this) 11:24a The little ponce Shot with his own gun Now dad is keeping mum Shot with his own gun Now somebody has to pay for the one who got away What's on his mind now is anyone's guess Losing his touch with each caress Spending ev'ry evening looking so appealing He comes without warning Leaves without feeling Your eyes are absent, your mouth is silent; pumping like a fire hydrant. Things you see are getting hard to swallow. You're easily led, but you're much too scared to follow. You've been warned. You're going to get torn. No uniform is gonna keep you warm. Are you so superior, are you in such pain Are you made out of porcelain? When they made you they broke the cast Don't wanna be first, I just want to last The salty lips of the socialite sisters With their continental fingers that have never seen working blisters Oh I know they've got their problems I wish I was one of them They say daddy's coming home soon With his sergeant stripes and his Empire mug and spoon No more fast buck And when are they gonna learn their lesson When are they gonna stop all of these victory processions And you say... The teacher never told you anything but white lies But you never see the lies And you believe Oh you know you have been captured You feel so civilized And you look so pretty in your new lace sleeves What a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger there The lawn could stand another mowin' Funny I don't even care As you turn to walk away As the door behind you closes The only thing I have to say It's been a good year for the roses In the Arrivederci Roma nightclubbar and grill Standing in the fibreglass ruins watching time stand still All your troubles you confess to another faceless backless dress Schnapps chianti porter and ouzo Pernod vodka sambuca I love you so Deportee Tatty beauty talking in riddles Rome burns down everybody's on the fiddle Two thousand dollars for wife and some class A thousand years drowned in a chaser glass How I wish that she was mine I could have been a King in Six Eight Time Schnapps chianti porter and ouzo Pernod vodka sambuca I love you so Deportee It's a brittle charm but she's had enough Still she wrote her number on his paper cuff You don't know where to start or where to stop All this pillow talk is nothing more than talking shop When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing They took my return ticket without me even knowing I pray to the saints and all the martyrs For the secret life of Frank Sinatra But none of these things have come to pass In America the law is a piece of ass I'm a deportee You take your place in this parade of pleas You dial a number and they offer relief All alone with just your own device They give you something and it isn't advice To break the hearts of a million listeners Start out as lovers and you end up as prisoners Somebody's suffering from the things that you do Somebody's suffering but you're glad it isn't you Put your fingertips up to the screen Repeat after me, wake at the count of three Now I don't know which is worse What they're doing to you or what you're doing to me Sour milk-cow blues its only a pretence either you can leave the past behind or give me something to disconnect my mind i sleep with my fists clenched tight when i dont lie awake all night i guess time gave up the ghost too late and the balance of our love very soon turns to hate darling your suspiciousness tortures me at night but i cant excuse the cruel words that i use whenever we fightgiving [sic] you more of what for always worked for me before now im a shabby doll whats going on behind the green elevator door with just a shabby doll theres a hit man facing a compomising [sic] situation with just a shabby doll and a very neat line in character assassination shes just a shabby doll shes just a shabby doll shes putting him off and putting you on shes just the shabby doll youre swearing upon you know in your heart shes gone you know in your heart shes just a shabby doll theres a girl in this dress theres always a girl in distress shes just a shabbyd doll shes so sure shes self possessed then again shes half undressed shes just a shabby doll the boy that i used to be showed no sign of sympathy with just a shabby doll i have betrayed you and me and paid for my own bribery with just a shabby doll hes the tired toy that everyone enjoyed he wants to be a fancy man but hes nothing but a nancy boy hes all pride and no joy and being what you might call a whore always worked for me before now im a shabby fdoll [ sic] untie the gag the cats out of the bag but wont show his claws hes just a shabby doll she said you must be joking some things are left unspoken youre just a shabby doll hes lying limp and soaking he was openly broken by just a shabby doll all the bedroom lights go out as the neighbourhood gets quiet everything in heaven and earth is almost right but theres a wife whos wondering where her husband could be tonight and when the phone rang only once she took a dreadful fright little things just seem to undermine her confidence in him he was late this time last week who can she turn to when the chance of coincidence is slim cos the baby isnt old enought to speak theres been a long honeymoon she thought too late and spoke too soon theres no money back guarantee on future happiness theres been a long honeymoon if hes out on a date then her lifes in ruins she never thought her love could ever be as strong as this all the movies and the papers feature the murders of lonely women if he isnt in by ten shell call up her best friend why doesnt he come home why does her friends phone keep on ringing maybe she should just pretend so this is where he came to hide when he ran from you in a private detectives overcoat and dirty dead mans shoes the pretty things of knightsbridge lying for a minister of state are a far cry from the nod and wink here at traitors gate cos the high heel he used to be has been ground down and he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around to murder my love is crime [sic] but wil l [sic] you still love a man out of time theres a tuppeny hapenny millionaire looking for a fourpenny one with a tight grip on the short hairs of the public imagination but for his private wife and kids real life becomes a rumour days of dutch courage just three french letters and a german sense of humour hes got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge he stands to be insulted and he pays for the privilege the biggest wheels of industy [sic] retire sharp and short and the after dinner overtures are nothing but an after thought somebodys creeping in the kitchen theres a reputation to be made whose nerves are always on a knifes edge whos up late polishing the blade love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning you drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning almost blue almost doing things we used to do theres a girl here and shes almost you almost all the things that your eyes once promised i see in hers too hnow [sic] your eyes are red from crying almost blue flirting with this disaster became me it named me as the fool who only aimed to be almost blue its almost touching it will almost do theres a part of me thats always true always not all good things come to an end its only a chosen few ive seen such an unhappy couple almost me almost you almost blue you turn to the sinister when you get the boot sliding down the banister in your sunday suit lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines shes only thiry five [sic] going on seventeen youd better roll over and go to sleep if you dont come clean and in every home there will be lots of time i will be all yours you might have been admired they say theyre very sorry but you are not desired o heaven preserve us because they dont deserve us holding your life in your hand with an artificial limp wrist and so a young blade becomes a has been looking for a new twist a year after the wedding he broke all their china plates hes in prison now shes running with his mates sees him every sunday and he asks her where shes been shes only thirty five going on seventeen shes going to cop a packet if he ever finds her inbetween [sic] the sheets dont get smart or sarcastic he snaps back just like elastic spare us the theatrics and the verbal gymnastics we break wise guys just like matchsticks what would the loved ones say your pride and joy is all blown up what would the loved ones say the bride and boy are barely grown up youre not my particular poisin [sic] ive got nothing against you myself you could have been a danger to the boys and girls now youre a danger to yourself o what would the loved ones say what would the loved ones say o what would the loved ones say what would the loved ones say the ugly little scenes run round your bed the ugly little dreams you get the needle and no thread they stitched you up this time they say youll do they bitch about your pretty face turning ugly on you the butcher the baker and the bassline maker say you can leave her i can take her you live your whole life like a minute or two later one day its going to end sooner than greater what would the loved ones say hell be remembered young and pretty what would the loved ones say now hes a hit in every city now theres a name well never forget theres one born everyminute [sic] dont pin a medal on me yet they might be waiting for you pps i love you ive been talking to the wall and its been answering me o darling how i miss you im just the mere shadow of my former selfishness i crave the silhouette of your kiss with only the blue light of the tv on lip reading threats and false alarms theres a boy somewhere holding hands with himself and a girl in a window on the reeperbain whenever i put my foot in my mouth you begin to doubt that its you imdreaming [sic] about do i have to draw you a diagram all i ever want is just to fall into your human hands with the kings and queens of the dance hall craze checkmate in three moves in your heyday but the girls dont listen to your line anymore now youre part of someone else on the factory floor and you still say wheres the action now you manufacture happiness and get sold for someones satisfaction all you toy soldiers and scaremongers are you living in this world sometimes i wonder in between saying youve seen too much and saying youve seen it all before tighter and tighter i hold you tightly you know i love you more than slightly although ive never said it like this before he saw no tears in her eyes say you wouldnt kid about it shes telling all of those lies she swore shed never told before but i doubt it so he bit his tongue and tried hard to capture his breath when she said i waited all my life for just a little death say you wouldnt kid about it say you wouldnt kid about it say you wouldnt kid about it sometimes he takes himself so seriously she makes her movements mysteriously slow fast or furiously its a big responsibility with a face full of mixed ability big dreams of elegance singing the leaving of liverpool and turning into americans so what if this is a mans world i want to be a kid again about it give me back my sadness i couldnt hide it even if i tried girl we fight so frail making love tooth and nail you gave me the kiss of my life i might even live to tell the tale i would have waited all my life just to make love out of something other than spite but the beauty is the beast youre baiting should really be worth the waiting you do something very special to mr average mnow [sic] the lamb lies with the lion hes just a little savage and so you turn your back on me and all the hot air that only ehoes stale tobacco actions speak louder than words by just a fraction whats the use of saying i love you whe im drinking to distraction we save our sanity by saying such and usch [sic] after all its been discussed you say you must be touched i feel like a boy with a problem i cant believe what weve forgotten and i even slapped your face and made you cry its the last thing i want to do pull the curtains on me and you pull the carpet from under love pull out like young lovers do you swore you wouldnt shout if its not your punch then its your pout days in silence try my temper nights spent drinking to remember how memories are always tender i crept out last night behind your back the little they know might be the pieces i lack came home drunk talking in circles the spirit is willing but i dont believe in miracles ive got a problem but lets go to bed i can roll over and i can play dead but here i am in the doghouse instead i feel like a boy with a problem i cant believe all youve forgotten sleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me theres a young girl with her old man whos too sick to mention shell be turning twenty seven as she draws her widows pension but he couldnt catch a common cold he couldnt get arrested too terrified to answer back too tired to have resisted many hands make light work shorthand makes life easy when hes out on night work make sure no one sees me it all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises a change is better than a rest silly beggars cant be choosers one of a thousand pities you cant categorize there are ten commandments of love when will you realise there are ten commandments of love i believe i trust i promise i wish loves just a throw away kiss in this pidgin english if youre so wise used your lips and your eyes take it to the bridge she sighs you go cheep cheep cheep between bulleyes and bluster stiff as your poker face keener than mustard from your own back yard to the land of exotica from the truth society to neurotic erotica silence is golden money talks diamonds and ermine theres a word in spanish italian and german in sign language morse code semaphore and gibberish have you forgotten how to say it in your pidgin english ps i love you daddys best girl in the world is not supposed to have a boyfriend but shes never wanted at home other girls areallowed [sic] to wear their makeup she sneaks out her lipstick powder and comb she surrounds his name with hearts and flowers talks on the telephone for hours and hours but with the bird in his hand and two on a string the words of love have an imitation ring you little fool i suppose that your going to stay all night you little fool dont look at me that way you know it isnt right you little fool they say now [sic] news is good news the little girl wants information mother just gives her some pills to choose and says go use your imagination daddys best girl in the world says just look what i have got as she sits beside him on the high stool with his arm around her neck snowball in one hand and the other full of imitation jewels she fingers a string of pearls an imitation but hell never know imitation lashes flutter above looking for an imitation love im the town crier and everybody knows im just a little down with a litetime [sic] to go maybe you dont believe my heart is in the right place why dont you take a good look at my face other boys use the splendour of their trembling lip theyre so teddy bear tender and tragically hip im never going to cry again im going to be as strong as them they say theyd sdie [sic] for love and then they live it out theyll give you something to cry about and suddenly you really fall to pieces love and unhappiness yo [sic] arm in arm long suffering friends of your fatal charm isnt it a pity that youre going to get hurt just a little boy lost in a big mans shirt (1 Comment | Comment on this) 11:29a Darkness at noon Enter Madam X painted in a shocking pink spangled dress Her teeth are perfect but her mouth is loose Rubbing their hands together she persuades them that it's better to confess Which unpleasant fate they'd like to choose (chorus) Every step might be your last Money signs are in your eyes sucker You've been taken in this time You might just get out alive if you're lucky All the vultures tuning in to Glitter Gulch Are looking in on you And they're hungry he stood five feet tall in his elevator shoes and stovepipe hat He was known by several different names Prompted by Madam X he answered all their questions And then after that he said I'm sick and tired of stupid games (chorus) We've got prizes if you can afford Some small humiliation before you get your reward And I'd rather be an outlaw than an inlaw to you And to live my life in miserable poverty Than to have to grovel to have some dream home hovel So watch me while I get away with prime time robbery As he enters Madam X he things of red raged faces and the sweet greenbacks He climbed upon his honey and he covered her with money As they do their victory dance He thinks I hope they choke upon their laughter tracks They can all go straight to hell while we howl down the whole hotel He thought he was the King of America Where they pour Coca Cola just like vintage wine Now I try hard not to become hysterical But I'm not sure if I am laughing or crying I wish that I could push a button And talk in the past and not the present tense And watch this hurtin' feeling disappear Like it was common sense It was a fine idea at the time Now it's a brilliant mistake She said that she was working for the ABC News It was as much of the alphabet as she knew how to use Her perfume was unspeakable It lingered in the air Like her artificial laughter Her mementos of affairs "Oh" I said "I see you know him" "Isn't that very fortunate for you" And she showed me his calling card He came third or fourth and there were more than one or two He was a fine idea at the time Now he's a brilliant mistake He thought he was the King of America But it was just a boulevard of broken dreams A trick they do with mirrors and with chemicals The words of love in whispers And the axe of love in screams I wish that I could push a button And talk in the past and not the present tense And watch this lovin' feeling disappear Like it was common sense I was a fine idea at the time Now I'm a brilliant mistake Thursday, December 16th, 2010 http://www.blurty.com/users/buttdarling/day/2010/12/16 Post a comment in 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