susan's island of adventure on monday, january 6, 2025 |
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.
I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.
Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1935 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
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scary but true... the christian coalition goes to the movies. go for the shock stay for the laughs (check out the reviews of dogma and southpark). oh he don't just like 'em
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If I were you (and I wish that I were you) All the things I'd do, to make myself turn blue I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes and tie my pantyhose around my neck I'll be that girl - and you would be right over If I were a field, you would be in clover If I were the sun, you would be in shadow If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow -Barenaked Ladies |
In the garage I feel safe No one cares about my ways In the garage Where I belong No one hears me sing this song In the garage I've got an electric guitar I play my stupid songs I write these stupid words and I love every one Waiting there for me Yes I do, I do -Weezer |
i see a beautiful city and brilliant people rising from this abyss,
and in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats,
through long, long years to come, i see the evil of this time,
and of the previous time of which this is the wearing out.
-Charles Dickens |
I slip the loneliness, your lips
And the two coins of your eyes
Into my pockets
Yeah-heah
While the train skates into Port Henry
Late Sunday
Sometimes when I’m ridin’ high, feelin’ fine
You know there’s something troubling ya
Troubling my mind
So I reach into my pocket for some
Small change
I reach into my pocket for some
Small change
I want bones like iron and blood like Mercury
So I can tell you when I’m rising
When I’m sinking in (I’m sinking in… I’m sinking in… I’m sinking in)
I reach into my pocket for some small change
I reach into my pocket for some small change
I’m gonna take it to the people Hey let’s drink from the cup
Yes I’m in love
Go ahead an laugh, ‘cause it don’t cost much
No, no don’t cost much
I slip loneliness, your lips, and the two coins of your eyes
-Dispatch |
so what's the point? Lay down your arms and surrender to me. Oh lay down your arms and love me peacefully. Yea. Use your arms for squeezing and please I'm the one that loves you so. Oh there ain't no reason for you to declare war on the one who loves you so. So forget the other boys because my love is real. Come off your battlefield. Lay down your arms and surrender to me. Yea lay down your arms and love me peacefully. Yea. Use your arms for squeezing and please cuse that's the way it has to be. The weapons you're using are hurting me bad. But someday you're going to retreat. Cause my love baby is the truest you've ever had. A soldier of love that's hard to beat. -Pearl Jam susan's musical influences. |
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