how about we call it a "hit single", eh?

Hosannah by ThoseGhostfckrs

N'Importe Quoi by Amelia Phillips

Sleepy Owl - Songs Appropriate for Bicycle Rides

Sleepy Owl - Songs Appropriate For Bicycle Rides by Sleepy Owl

The words I use as revolution, you use as nihilation. You may think a lot of things.

You may think
To pride
yourself boogie man,
a sleeping dragon.

You may think
To take
our silence as meaning opportunity:
Our hibernation signals the end of yours.

You may think
To rise
out of dark gutters and burning coal pits enveloped in
smoke blown from your own nostrils.

You may think
To scrape
up crumbs of lost power to serve as nourishment.
Licked clean off your sullied palms:

Free beer for your alcoholism
Free nerves to chew on
Free heads to fuck with
While they are all blindfolded.
You feed off ignorance
And stolen advantage.

You may think
We don’t believe you are real.
We have all heard whispered myths
Cataclysm!
Fear and chaos ensued by monstrous hands.

You may think
You know
What we ought to know better -
You are no boogie man
No Dragon, no Monster

You may think
You are dangerously intelligent;
We ought to be on our toes with a dick like you
You are King dick
Throwing jokers during the game -
Just trying to gamble.
Just trying to get a good laugh.
Just trying to fuck pussies
And fuck!
A dick will fuck anything a dick can fuck.

What you do not think
But I know to be true,
I don’t let jokers get shuffled in the deck.
I keep them in my pocket.
if anyone is going
to play a joker,
it’s me.

What you are
is the man-threat.
You are all three reasons
(Manifest
in ever-shifting façade.)
I once stopped being responsible for my most valued partnership.
I have barely recovered from your abusive back-hand
becoming my own,
beating upon myself.
Because of you, I am a dick-hating dyke.
Now,
I am weary of your threat.
I know better than let myself get fucked.

What you are
Is pathetic
so lonely you have to come around
a house that has no taste for you.
We know you are very real
and begging for what we have
no interest in giving you.

What you do not think
But we know to be true,
Though you have said the same words as we have:
We have no language.
We have none of the same family.
You will never get what you want here.
Home-space has been re-imagined
without your crimes.

No one respects the fool who may think
He is a monster.

Stuck and Ballad of D.A. Levy

Ghost Fuckers... Stuck > Ballad of D.A. Levy from Gil Raitses on Vimeo.

Birthday Bash

oh, a show.