Natl. Trash-day
You wouldn't know if from the chill searing the air today, but we've been in quite a thaw again here. No, not the kind of thaw that makes pot-holes bigger--the kind of thaw that demolishes remaining bastions of snow...
...and liberates their contents!
At first, I thought it was the wind. It seemed rather stiff, but the trees weren't complaining w/any branch on branch rustling. Nope, we've had half a year of trash imprisoned underneath heavy gray granular snow.
And NOW--that trash is FREE!!!
Cyclonic would be too narrow of a word to define the chaos that exists outside the door today.
So, today, as I stir up things that have lain rusted and dormant throughout living memory, let me quote you a few lyrics I heard this morning. I should note, that on 97.1 there were playing a local band's submitted tape...we'll see when my creations are ready to join the ranks of the swirling and floating trash spread so evenly around the streets of town.
The ease with which these lyrics drift between the playfully ironic, and the disturbingly profound is astounding.
Pulp--I AM JEALOUS!
"The Trees" by Pulp
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground
And it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves
No-one saw us but the trees.
(chorus)
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
produce the air that I am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees;
They never said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above
Now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.
The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay
Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.
(chorus)
You try to shape the world
To what you want the world to be.
Carving your name a thousand times
Won't bring you back to me.
Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees.
Go & tell it to the trees, yeah.
...and liberates their contents!
At first, I thought it was the wind. It seemed rather stiff, but the trees weren't complaining w/any branch on branch rustling. Nope, we've had half a year of trash imprisoned underneath heavy gray granular snow.
And NOW--that trash is FREE!!!
Cyclonic would be too narrow of a word to define the chaos that exists outside the door today.
So, today, as I stir up things that have lain rusted and dormant throughout living memory, let me quote you a few lyrics I heard this morning. I should note, that on 97.1 there were playing a local band's submitted tape...we'll see when my creations are ready to join the ranks of the swirling and floating trash spread so evenly around the streets of town.
The ease with which these lyrics drift between the playfully ironic, and the disturbingly profound is astounding.
Pulp--I AM JEALOUS!
"The Trees" by Pulp
I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground
And it died without a sound.
Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves
No-one saw us but the trees.
(chorus)
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees
produce the air that I am breathing.
Yeah, the trees, those useless trees;
They never said that you were leaving.
I carved your name with a heart just up above
Now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.
The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay
Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.
(chorus)
You try to shape the world
To what you want the world to be.
Carving your name a thousand times
Won't bring you back to me.
Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees.
Go & tell it to the trees, yeah.