Archive for January, 2011

PRIDE OF MAN

Posted in Uncategorized on January 26, 2011 by kidkenoma

[This song was written by folksinger/actor Hamilton/Camp in the late ’60s, and included on the first Quicksilver Messenger Service album, and later recorded by arch-Canadian jihadist Gordon Lightfoot. No theological endorsement is implied or denied]

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Turn around, go back down
back the way you came
can’t you see that flash of fire
ten times brighter that the day
and behold that mighty city
broken in the dust again

Oh God, pride of man
Broken in the dust again

Turn around, go back down
back the way you came
Babylon is laid to waste
Egypt’s buried in her shame
their mighty men are beaten down
their kings have fallen in the ways

Oh God, pride of man
broken in the dust again

Turn around, go back down
back the way you came
terror is on every side
lo our leaders are dismayed
those who place their faith in fire
in fire their faith shall be repaid

Oh God, pride of man
Broken in the dust again

Turn around, go back down
back the way you came
shout a warning to the nations
that the sword of God is raised
on Babylon that mighty city
rich in treasure, wide in fame
the meek shall cause your tower to fall
and make of you a pyre of flame

Oh God, pride of man
Broken in the dust again

Oh you who dwell on many waters
rich in treasure wide in fame
you bow unto a god of gold
thy pride of might shall be thy shame
And only god can lead the people
back into the earth again

Thy holy mountain be restored
Have mercy on thy people Lord…

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HAND IT OVER

Posted in Uncategorized on January 21, 2011 by kidkenoma

You’d forgotten your hand, hadn’t you?

Q: “Do I make myself clear?

A: “Salt water bad for glass…”

TDS PREVENTION

Posted in Uncategorized on January 21, 2011 by kidkenoma

And those thoughts you had yesterday?

You’d forgotten something hadn’t you?

Penny-wise and pound the table dance to the beat of a different drummer

LION EATING POET IN THE STONE DEN (Shi Shy shyi shi she)

Posted in Uncategorized on January 20, 2011 by kidkenoma

James while John had had had had had had had had had had had a better
effect on the teacher That that is is that that is not is not is that it it is…

Buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo?

Malo malo malo malo…

Colorless green ideas sleep furiously while time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

–Kid:Ken,om,a

…and thanks for all the fish…

Posted in Uncategorized on January 18, 2011 by kidkenoma

My, my
The clock in the sky
Is pounding away
And there’s so much more to say
A face, a voice
An overdub has no choice
An image cannot rejoice

Wanting to be
To hear and to see
Crying to the sky
But the porpoise is laughing
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye…

Clicks, clacks,
Riding on the backs
Of giraffes for laughs
Is alright for awhile
The ego sings of castles and kings
And things that go
With a life of style

Wanting to feel
To know what is real
Living is a lie, a lie
The porpoise is waving
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye…

LUNATIC FRINGE

Posted in Uncategorized on January 15, 2011 by kidkenoma

Lunatic fringe
I know you’re out there
You’re in hiding
And you hold your meetings

We can hear you coming
We know what you’re after
We’re wise to you this time
We won’t let you kill the laughter

Lunatic fringe
In the twilight’s last gleaming
This is open season
But you won’t get too far

We know you’ve got to blame someone
For your own confusion
But we’re on guard this time
Against your final solution

We can hear you coming
No you’re not going to win this time
We can hear the footsteps
Way out along the walkway

Lunatic fringe
We know you’re out there
But in these new dark ages
There will still be light

An eye for an eye
Well, before you go under
Can you feel the resistance?
Can you feel the thunder?

–Red Rider

IN THE WESTERN LANDS (part 2)

Posted in Uncategorized on January 11, 2011 by kidkenoma

There may be a line
But it’s only pretend
Where gnosis recedes
Warfare begins
Bad dreams disowned
Flashback delayed
Watching falling thrones
Instant tape replayed
Celebrity target
Terminal fashion
In the time
Of the assassins

Center can’t hold
When the boom lets down
And no one tries to stop it
In the land of the mindless
The half-wit is king
And the suicide is prophet

Envoy of the sun
On a ten-grain run
Through the shattered mosaic
Of a life
Where fortune is decreed
From the algebra of need
And the double-edged blade
Of a knife

There’s nothing very permanent here
Where the past gets paved
Over pretty quick
Image broker at the terminal pier
Paid off the DA
Trying to make it stick
Now there’s too much ice
In the frigid air
Jimmy crack corn
And I don’t care
Directions written
In a foreign hand
Hieroglyphs etched
Into the sand

In the Western lands…