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I meant to add this under last postTHE CLIMATE CHANGE DECLARATION
Johnny’s Last Stand .
will the US go to metric, Mr Bush, sir
"it's a cinch
hell it's drafted - its a pushover
we'll go there inch by inch"
how's your selfish conscience faring
on this global warming, friend?
"hell it's better for the airing
but it's hot air in the end"
VESTI LA GIUBBA Lyrics
(pagliacci)(on with the show)
Recitar!...mentre preso dal delirio
Non so piu quel che dico e quel che faccio!
Eppur...e d’uopo...sforzati! bah, sei tu forse un uom?
Tu se’ pagliaccio! vesti la giubba e la faccia infarina.
La gente paga e rider vuole qua.
E se arlecchin t’invola colombina, ridi, pagliaccio...
E ognum applaudira! tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto;
In una smorfia il singhiozzo e’l dolor...
Ridi pagliaccio, sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol che t’avvelena il cor!
Synopses
Canio, his wife nedda, and their troupe perform adulterous
Comedies in their traveling shows. this time, though, life imitates art. canio
Has just been warned that nedda is in the arms of another man. when canio
Arrives, the man is gone. ’tell me his name!’ he threatens. just at
That moment, they announce, ’it’s show time!’
English translation
Go on stage, while I’m nearly delirious?
I don’t know what I’m saying or what I’m doing!
And yet, chin up! I’ll try harder. bah, you think you’re a man?
You’re just a clown! on with the show, man,
And put on your white-face.
The people pay you and you must make them laugh.
And if harlequin should steal your columbine, laugh,
You’re pagliaccio, and the world will clap for you!
Turn into banter all your pain and sorrow,
And with your clowns’ face hide grief and distress...
Laugh loud, pagliaccio, forget all of your troubles,
Laugh off the pain that so empoisons your heart.
so I'm helping hang out the clothes - (not that there's any sun lol) and these extra verses just blow through my headNOTES ON DRYZABONES
DRYZABONE FOOTNOTE
you accuse me of being a cynic - when I say that it's all about "photo"?
may I recommend, sir, an eye clinic - here's the elephant !! - "why not Kyoto!!?"
and should I be judged hypocritical, for comparing your actions with "stone"
you're the one that composes political ... "greenhouse opera" and dryzabone
you're the one with the contradictions ... "greenhouse opera" and dryzabone
On behalf of a second hand sweeping, as it struggles to slow down this crime
on hehalf of the hourglass grains weeping, as they witness the cruel waste of time
on behalf of a third world that's sleeping - near death as they die alone
on behalf of a planet that's "bleeping" - I return you your dryzabone.
....
but thank you anyway.
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, (morbid or drear) or so damned un-blokey
Than to stand in the bar of a pub (with no beer)with no pokies.
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's (acting queer) gone all smokey
What a terrible place is a pub (with no beer) with no pokies.
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns (to a sneer) kinda croakey
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got (no beer!") no pokies
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover (and he cringes in fear) behind the silky oaky
It's no place for a dog round a pub with (no beer) no pokies
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, ("What's this I hear?) YA GOTTA BE JOKEY!
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub (with no beer!") with no pokie
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, (me dear") my blokey
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got (no beer) no pokie
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, (so dull or so drear) and there's no-one so brokie
Than to stand in the bar ( of a pub with no beer) where they've taken the pokie.
I MEAN !!!
- a joke's a joke
and a poke's a poke
but serious sheeeh
no poke's -
no joke !!
ANDREW DENTON's ENOUGH ROPE 10.09.07
is cancer a figment, a foliage
can a tree divest it's gnarled wood
are these angelic ladies a college !!
and Hell!! is this Denton good !!
Is Marcia Hines a dreamgirl
such an idol of everyone's eye
you're so positive heck I could scream girl
and compared to you two - I scrape by
may your wishes be "peaches and cream" girl
may your courage continue to fly
may your future be something supreme girl
and ....
my wish is to meet and say "hi"
THE BIG BUMP THEORY
let’s assume evolution’s "ok"
(though we argue on big banging theory)
there’s a big bump along the way
(where I pause and give thanks every year )
I wouldn’t be here on this day
and I wouldn’t be typing this word
‘cept the “BIG BUMP” (to which I pray)
came in, “trillion to one” – so absurd!!
this heavenly asteroid hit
then the dinosaur decline occurred
left the ones up the front in the ****
then the back of the pack were in-terred
but the plus in that "dino-goodbye"
was that non-dinosaurs could emerge
heck we'd just be a glint in god’s eye !!!
if the dinosaur’s hadn’t been purged
from "the handful" rose serious mammals
and from serious mammals rose man…..
would the wise men who rode on those camels
agree - that’s a "bumpy old plan"
from there black men and white men and tamels
sprang from adam and eve and suzanne
by the skin of our teethy enamels -
hey that’s random– that’s luck and that’s Man
Adams had another couple of comments (seriously paraphrasing here - hopefully that interview will be posted on ABC website one of these days) :-Any of you folks lucky enough to hear Phillip Adams being interviewed today on "the conversation hour" - I happened to be driving to a site meeting. Such a brilliant mind -
he makes a couple of points
a) the fact that an asteroid caused the death of the dinosaurs is the only reason man is here!!!
b) we are a fluke result of that incident !!
c) we should nonetheless marvel at the fact that we are alive;
d) how could anyone be bored with this adventure called "life"
THE TRIATHLON OF LIFE
into the valley of womb and life
swam the 60 thousands
Fugue played by organs of husband and wife
tadpoles that grew in dad's trousers
chances of me being “me” in this second
why not this one or the other??
winning the egg in the swimming leg beckoned
else I’d be born..? my brother?
into the tunnel and birth canal
the “630k allocation”
way before knowing the rationale
of the labour ward’s warm ovation
630 thousand our hours on earth
and to wonder the WONDER of life
630 thousand counting down from birth
and to dance to a self styled fyfe.
into the valley of darkness and death
rode the 60,000
courage and cuss with each panting breath
madness and fear in the shouting
last fleeting glance of a summer sun
last murmured whisper goodbye
last distant echo of far off gun
last silent closing of eye
PS
Maybe I’m broke in the money sense
or a half millionaire – it depends
on whether I count wealth in dollars and cents
or the stuff that the soul transcends
...
whether mother teresa or lady macbeth
whether sins obscene or absolved
irrespective - this too solid flesh ... will melt
and into a dew resolve.
HOW FAR TO THE FUTURE
what do YOU call the present?
this hour plus or minus a thousand?
what do YOU call the past?
vague shadows of memories frozen?
how long before YOUR future?
does "tomorrow" appear in a year?
design it, define it to suit you -
but make the present a peer-less “here”!!.
Rich,
So they did,
Right there among the woodbines and guinness stains,
And later he caught a bus and she a train
And all there was between them then
was rain."
- Brian Patten
_____________________________
Julia
Forth went the thunder-god
riding on his filly,
"I'M THOR!!" he cried!!
His horse replied
"You forgot your thaddle, thilly".
anon
thump n shake
the ketchup bottle
none'll come
and then a lot'll
anon
http://www.google.com.au/search?hl=en&q=john+howard+in+power&meta=reg·i·cide –noun
1. the killing of a king.
2. a person who kills a king or is responsible for his death, esp. one of the judges who condemned Charles I of England to death.
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