SOS

SOS

something about us/ empire ants

It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there’s something about us, I want to say
‘Cause there’s something between us anyway

I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there’s something about us that I’ve got to do
There is some kind of secret I must share with you

I want you more than anything in my life
I need you more than anything in my life
I’ll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life

Little memories, marching on
Your little dreams, working the machine
Will it spin? Will stall?
My little dreams, working the machine
Smooth like a wave, that pass will fall
We’re closing in on who we are

I want you more than anything in my life
I need you more than anything in my life
I’ll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life

 

dare not speak its name

[n/a]

 

eggs

[Audio-sample excerpted from the film Annie Hall]

 

misery & such

you keep your pretty little ideas inside that pretty head
if youve got something of your own i recommend you bend instead
i let you curl upon this bead i made
cave your skull in with a simple rock

ive watched our city crumble up into the sky and disappear
i feel those gently sinking teeth into the supple of my ear
listen to the skyline to the skyline blow away
maybe i could hear your ghost give in

someone been drinking from my cup, i taste that devil on my lip
and if she knows where i am standing this may be my final sip
so put me out of misery and such
touch me like a pistol to the head

a hungry lovers on my trail, i left with nothing to be said
a damsel with a dulcimer on honeydew hath fed
shell fuck me like a piston if she wants
fuck me like a piston more than once

 

good news/ bad news

[Excerpted from a Kurt Vonnegut lecture:]

His father has just died. He’s despondent. And right away his mother went and married his uncle, who’s a bastard. So Hamlet is going along on the same level as Cinderella when his friend Horatio comes up to him and says, “Hamlet, listen, there’s this thing up in the parapet, I think maybe you’d better talk to it. It’s your dad.” So Hamlet goes up and talks to this, you know, fairly substantial apparition there. And this thing says, “I’m your father, I was murdered, you gotta avenge me, it was your uncle did it, here’s how.”

Well, was this good news or bad news? To this day we don’t know if that ghost was really Hamlet’s father. If you have messed around with Ouija boards, you know there are malicious spirits floating around, liable to tell you anything, and you shouldn’t believe them. Madame Blavatsky, who knew more about the spirit world than anybody else, said you are a fool to take any apparition seriously, because they are often malicious and they are frequently the souls of people who were murdered, were suicides, or were terribly cheated in life in one way or another, and they are out for revenge.

So we don’t know whether this thing was really Hamlet’s father or if it was good news or bad news. And neither does Hamlet. But he says okay, I got a way to check this out. I’ll hire actors to act out the way the ghost said my father was murdered by my uncle, and I’ll put on this show and see what my uncle makes of it. So he puts on this show. And it’s not like Perry Mason. His uncle doesn’t go crazy and say, “I-I-you got me, you got me, I did it, I did it.” It flops. Neither good news nor bad news. After this flop Hamlet ends up talking with his mother when the drapes move, so he thinks his uncle is back there and he says, “All right, I am so sick of being so damn indecisive,” and he sticks his rapier through the drapery. Well, who falls out? This windbag, Polonius. This Rush Limbaugh. And Shakespeare regards him as a fool and quite disposable.

You know, dumb parents think that the advice that Polonius gave to his kids when they were going away was what parents should always tell their kids, and it’s the dumbest possible advice, and Shakespeare even thought it was hilarious.

“Neither a borrower nor a lender be.” But what else is life but endless lending and borrowing, give and take?

“This above all, to thine own self be true.” Be an egomaniac!

Neither good news nor bad news. Hamlet didn’t get arrested. He’s prince. He can kill anybody he wants. So he goes along, and finally he gets in a duel, and he’s killed. Well, did he go to heaven or did he go to hell? Quite a difference. Cinderella or Kafka’s cockroach? I don’t think Shakespeare believed in a heaven or hell any more than I do. And so we don’t know whether it’s good news or bad news.

I have just demonstrated to you that Shakespeare was as poor a storyteller as any Arapaho.

But there’s a reason we recognizeHamlet as a masterpiece: it’s that Shakespeare told us the truth, and people so rarely tell us the truth in this rise and fall here. The truth is, we know so little about life, we don’t really know what the good news is and what the bad news is.

And if I die—God forbid—I would like to go to heaven to ask somebody in charge up there, “Hey, what was the good news and what was the bad news?”

 

i just do

[n/a]

 

like a film

[Audio-sample excerpted from the film Submarine]

 

from the morning

A day once dawned
And it was beautiful
A day once dawned from the ground
Then the night she fell
And the air was beautiful
The night she fell all around

So look see the days
The endless coloured ways
And go play the game that you learned
From the morning

And now we rise
And we are everywhere
And now we rise from the ground
And see she flies
And she is everywhere
See she flies all around

So look see the sights
The endless summer nights
And go play the game that you learned
From the morning