Saturday, May 30, 2009

MY JOB

What is it that you really do in your job?

My job is "sucking it up" and overcoming adversity. It is about subordinating oneself to the good of the group and persevering in order to survive what the mind creates as an adverse situation. This is what soldering is all about.

Spoken a by a troll lost somewhere in depths of our eastern countryside

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

CADETS DE GASCOGNE

This is from Scene VII, Act II of the play Cyrano de Bergerac, a French comedy play. It is a favorite of mine, so I figured a post was well worth the homage.

Ce sont les cadets de Gascogne
De Carbon de Castel-Jaloux;
Bretteurs et menteurs sans vergogne,
Ce sont les cadets de Gascogne !
Parlant blason, lambel, bastogne,
Tous plus noble que des filous,
Ce sont les cadets de Gascogne
De Carbon de Castel-jaloux :

Oeil d'aigle, jambe de cigogne,
Moustache de chat, dents de loups,
Fendant la canaille qui grogne,
Oeil d'aigle, jambe de cigogne,
Ils vont, - coiffés d'un vieux vigogne
Dont la plume cache les trous ! -
Oeil d'aigle, jambe de cigogne,
Moustache de chat, dents de loups !

Perce-Bedaine et Casse-Trogne
Sont leurs sobriquets les plus doux;
De gloire, leur âme est ivrogne !
Perce-Bedaine et Casse-Trogne,
Dans tous les endroits où l'on cogne
Ils se donnent des rendez-vous...
Perce-Bedaine et Casse-Trogne
Sont leurs sobriquets les plus doux !

Voici les cadets de Gascogne
Qui font cocus tous les jaloux !
O femme, adorable carogne,
Voici les cadets de Gascogne !
Que le vieil époux se renfrogne :
Sonnez, clairons ! chantez, coucous !
Voici les cadets de Gascogne
Qui font cocus tous les jaloux !


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Saturday, May 16, 2009

OF YOU

This was written quite a few years ago and rehashed over and over again. Chord progression is pretty simple with a bit of palm muting.


.....E...............................A
1. Sometimes I think you're really mean
.....B7.......................................E
2. Like an acid droppin' harpy in a salad dream.
.....E............................A
3. Couldn't be too far from the truth,
....B7...........................E
4. I got it from you in a children's book.

Don't you worry its about the same
You couldn't change me that way anyways
Don't you worry its like anything else
I'm living like a mouse behind a shelf

Sometimes I think you're really cute
Like a rainbow with no love to mute
Can't you see that you cut those dreams
Like butter under a French guillotine

Don't you worry its about the same
You couldn't change me that way anyways
Don't you worry its like anything else
I'm living like a mouse behind a shelf

Sometimes I think that you're really mean
Like an acid droppin' harpy in a salad dream.
Couldn't be too far from the truth,
I got it from you in a children's book.

Can't you see I'm a human being
I've got feelings and a few dreams
Can't you see I"m a human being
I've got feelings and a few dreams

Sunday, May 10, 2009

IN PACE REQUIESCAT


With all the universe and no time,
Our fairy-tale, my Lady, be divine.
Sitting on top of mountain peaks
Staring down a valley bleak
The havoc wreaked by Ghangis Khan,
Holds no cup to being your pawn.

Had we all the universe and all the time
Perhaps our fair-tale, my Lady, would rhyme.
One thousand leagues under the sea,
Are eleven mermaids swimming in glee.
Those swimming angels when they sing,
Scream a song, my Love, of a forgotten ring.
On their floor they do etch
An oceanic poem sketch
On the eleventh of the tenth each year
On the midnight hour these words appear



"This is the Queen of Queens,
Gaze into my spell sweet fools
Forever in love as my tools"



If only we had a small piece of earth
Perhaps this tale may have a better birth.
Alas it is told with a short life as such,
With cryptic rhymes as a linguistic crutch.
To be buried alive with no life,
Forgotten in time wounded by strife.