Monday, September 21, 2009

Lyrics: Colour in the Air

Here again waiting for sunrise
waiting for the world to return
compulsively rise into my role
shaking aspiration away
been
collecting somedays
for so many lost days
watched the colours all fade
on photographs with no dates

Didn’t have a chance
didn’t take the time
didn’t take the risk; she walked by
didn’t have the agency to act
she looks to the sky satellites alight
detect her every sigh
but they can’t predict how we’ll act.
Hold now I wanted to tell her
stop and see the colour in the air
don’t become my someday
let’s create a today
don’t be an anonymous face
faded photgraph with no date
Doesn’t anyone care
there’s a colour in the air?
But she’ll always walk by
you will always walk by

there’s no trust anymore people say
never an ideal circumstance
these webs we weave, these mythologies
built around the dream of a second chance
We forget our somedays
let our pipedreams just fade
here in the dusk of our days
we are photographs with no dates
It’s already today
it’s already too late.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Weekday

In the real world, kids
mortage homes, circle the block
to find free parking.

Weekday

In the real world, kids
mortgage the homes built by their
imaginations

Weekday

Sent to the office
as kids, adult fears being
punished once again.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Weekday

Sent to the office
as kids, well-behaved adults
return willingly.

Weeknight

Stomach trouble lets you walk
a little boy in space

His Mom and a lot of daddies go
cheerfully up and down.

A boy asks a mom what she and the daddy did.
"Oh," she explains,"your daddy has a big stomach
and I must be able to sometimes help flatten it."

A boy says that you waste your time, that
when you go for shopping,

the next woman
can get down on her knee

and get it right back up.

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Thursday, August 20, 2009

(This is based on a real experiment performed in the conveyed place)

Please put eight monkeys in a room.
There is a ladder common to
a banana, which I hung
from a hook on the ceiling of a room.

Whenever a monkey is going to climb a ladder,
all monkeys are sprayed with cold water
and are miserable.

*

Thank you for your letter refusing my
application of a job in your company.

I abnormally received refusal from the
organizations which had big numerical spirit.

Many companies found me inappropriate,
and--after careful consideration--I am sorry.

*

I attack him without all of the other monkeys,
expecting the spray when the monkey tries
to climb a ladder and beat me up. Neither of eight
monkeys tries to climb a ladder so far.

Then an original monkey is got rid of
and a new monkey is put in a room.
I watch a banana and a ladder, and wonder
why no other monkeys does an axiom.
However, the new one is not daunted,
and begins to climb the ladder immediately.


*

I think that what I can tell you about being impossible
is that I accept your refusal to be that to me.

The situation changes
and a person can never know
when a new demand for refusal produces it.

*

And as for the other monkey,
responsibility depends on him
and he swats it till he becomes stupid.

I don't understand him.
However, he doesn't try anymore
to climb a ladder.

The second original monkey is got rid of
and I am switched. A newcomer tries to climb
a ladder again, but all other monkeys bang on his junk.

I include a new monkey before participating in pommeling.
However, he doesn't understand why he attacks a new monkey.

*

In trying to refuse the employment to me,
please do not consider this letter to be
criticism of your qualification.

*

All original monkeys are replaced one by one.
There are eight new monkeys now in a room.

None try to climb a ladder: I will beat
up even a new monkey trying it

without understanding why; it is how
a policy of most companies is established.

*

In rejecting a future candidate,
I pray for the best of luck for you.


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