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Songs To Eat Popcorn By

by Bill White

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who will map the desert where the granadilla grows who shakes the caterpillar tree who petrifies the rose p,f. sloan 19 years old trying to get through to god trying to get him to see we are on the eve of destruction begging him to intercede stop humanity from destroying itself p.f sloan you made it through now im trying to get through to you talk to elvis get him to intercede with me help me sing my song phil ochs phil sloan you are with elvis now help me bring the song back down jim and jimmy janis and timmy merle haggard and george jones cut that bamboo down cut that bamboo down gotta find my song help me find my song help me sing my song im out here alone calling out to p.f. sloan cut that bamboo down and show me the way who will map the desert where the granadilla grows who shakes the caterpillar tree who petrifies the rose ===================
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from barcelona to la jolla i left behind my precious goya but my heart still carries shelley wordsworth, byron, and poe the novels of bronte and the life of rousseau turn the page turn the page wipe out the romantic age before the century turned and before europe burned i too am out of place in this gloating modern age and the names of the poets and painters only bring me sorrow now because their time, ilike mine, has passed into this 20th century of smoke, flame and machines' turn the page turn the page wipe out the romantic age awake like coleridge from a dream\ into a hostile century shelley, byron, and john donne where have all the poets gone to xanadu with kubla khan to strum another rising dawn Tchaikovsky,Wagner, and Liszt gone with the flick of a stick it breaks my heart to say their names while watching swans upon a lake my soul, my heart, the endless ache Whitman, Bronte, william Blake Manfredd, Adam, and Don juan the figures drawn, their work is done so turn the page turn the page death comes for the romantic age and all of us, both you and i come from the past to here to die amid the rumble and the fear of unknown hours, unstable years goodbye to art, goodbye ballet here comes the night to steal the day new cites built to butcher hogs turn princes back to croaking frogs when poetry becomes a slam and dance the spasms of the damned i will remember delecroix with heavy heart and tears of joy and now i go where i must go with all the weight of the great rousseau to weak to sing of love and war though i feel as i did before i shall live on with memories when none remains to remember me turn the page turn the page int the dust of time lies the romantic age
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carousel road carousel road you will pay what is owed on carousel road this is how it always ends i am on the wrong bus but i know where it goes to the other side of the lake up the mountain of lost shadows carousel road carousel road you will pay what is owed on carousel road this is how it began i awoke in a ravine and crawled up its sides many paths below to the tops of the amusement rides carousel road carousel road you will pay what is owed on carousel road three bridges each one gaurded by a triple-headed mistress i took a thousand pictures but i could not get a witness the bus goes down a backway trail i lie face down in the aisle the other passenges look straight ahead at the serpent of the nile carousel road carousel road you will pay what is owed on carousel road i know what is coming the wild mouse ascent and then the falling waterfalls of torment onto a plastic horse the forever roundelay round and round i go just another castaway carousel road carousel road you will pay what is owed on carousel road
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i was one of those actprs who always fell in love with his leading lady and this time it was no different but id already told her id be staying in harlem though i ended up staying in chelsea we had come down from new haven on the last train to broadway although you knew the party was over you followed me from moscow to paris i finallly ditched you at the kennedy airport i thought i had broken free of your shadow when i was cast in that off-broadway show but you were right there beside me on that last train to broadway and the last thing i thought of was jumping i guess you thought you could stop me from falling in lovewith that hollywood princess but we had already made it during out of town try-outs and this was one show busines romance i believed in but you were still there beside me on that last train to broadway and you held on to me like you owned me and i told you then as id told you before it was over and there was no returning that was so long ago and the reason i called was to say i was sorry to hear of your mother and that i would be be in new haven to rehearse a play and maybe we could meet for coffee i understand that i hurt you and im sorry but i had to move on and forget you and im sorry that you are still stuck in the past and there is no way that you can forgive me but i had to catch a train the last train to broadway and its a pity that i was so blind at the time that i did not realize how muchi loved you and i love you still
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Thr Seagull (for alexanander chirkov. anton chekhov, william shakespeare, and the leninsky komsomol) she will always be remembered for her performances as masha never a leading lady, still she called stanislavsky sasha these days when she plays her tragic scenes the play lapses into farce her hands become like polina's feet and her face like sorin's arse it was the most immoral face id ever seen on woman, man, or beast arkardina stood high above all man, woman,and priest she liked animals more than people and had five rooms full of cats she exterminated the exterminator then grinded up the the rats chorus oh happy days on the russian stage where we jump into life right off of the page but the ceiling is low and there's trouble ahead watch out or you might bump your head fallstaff was an actor surrounded by real people hamlet was a real person surrounded by actors he would rather be anywhere or anybody than the hero in a tragic play while falstaff thought the play was all about him but it was henry's all the way but on the stage of the leninsky komsomol you might be a different person every day like tarot cards in a revolving deck on the i-ching wheel of fate konstantin today trigorin tomorrow personalities alternate chorus oh happy days on the russian stage where we jump into life right off of the page but the ceiling is low and there's trouble ahead watch out or you might bump your head everbody loves nina 64 years old and an ingenue the oldest one alive in act one she smells like dew it take 64 years of experience to play nina in act five and the woman who can play both of those scenes is the luckiest actress alive all the women love dorn he is the towns only doctor and has delivered every one of their babies many were fathered by himself his wife polina is a dowdy sort and as jealous as she is true she says "cuteness is kind beauty is cruel who chases after either is two kinds of a fool" konstantine loves nina nina loves trigorin arkadina loves him too medevedenko he loves masha and masha loves konstantin who loves his mother too nobody loves sorin that deathbed hypocomdriac who wants to see the placing of the cornerstone because he is afriaid of being home alone. nobody loves polina but sorin he loves nina off stage they are the same age but in act one 40 years apart chorus oh happy days on the russian stage where we jump into life right off of the page but the ceiling is low and there's trouble ahead watch out or you might bump your head everyone loves nina that is why she is the seagull a bird that feeds upon the leavings of the corpses left behind and sometines just for comfort she comes to the doctor in the nude and he screws her with such a jaded rod that even the cockroaches boo. and at the dinner party konstantine excused himself. lumbered off into the bedroom took a rifle off the shelf all around the kitched table was heard the pop of a champagne cork the doctor took the wooried mother aside said your son has just killed himself and the party contimued and the festivities continue and everyone loves nina and nina has disappeared
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some would rather die than kill some would rather kill than die some would rather kill than live some blame when they should forgive but i dont think it wise to solve a crime with lies if they try to feed you chicken beef or pork and you dont want to eat it..... blow it off the fork if you dont like the taste if it spit it out if things are going wrong for you change the route if you are not a morning person go ahead and sleep til noon if your vegan soup was made with chicken base blow it off the spoon some like the day more than the night some would rather kiss than fight some are here and some are gone some hate joe as much as don but i dont think it wise to solve a crime with lies and if they try to feed you chicken beef or pork and you dont want to eat it..... blow it off the fork
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the theatre is on fire the cinema is burning rumours spread faster than flames there is always a patsy set up for the fall who's to pay off the insurance claims twas in the summer of '86 the orson welles caught fire some say it started in the popcorn machine though it spread through electical wires and all along mass avenue from harvard to central square old buildings were burning down and new ones erected there we have no suspicion of arson the fire chief laughed as he lied a reporter asked how he knew we looked around, the fire chief replied his complete deposition read like a sam beckett play the blame was placed on an underling who was in charge that day the manager was on vacation staff supervisor took his place trying to keep the shop steward from rifling the files in the office space he took a step into the lobby above the pocorn danced a flame. ran for the fiire extinguisher but realized it was too late the theatre is on fire the cinema is burning rumours spread faster than flames there is always a patsy set up for the fall who's to pay off the insurance claims the fire spread across the ceiling faster than a cheeta he told the projectionist to stop the movies and turn the lights up in the theatres dropping the extinguisher he entered calmly theatre one announced a small fire was in the lobby and evacuated everyone as the last person went through the exit the fire broke the glass on the door flames filled the auditorium where 50 people sat before for five long years he suffered as they dragged him through the courts he engaged no lawyer to provide legal support he appealed to the jury with a direct and honest gaze how he chose evacuation over extinguishing the blaze the theatre is on fire the cinema is burning and rumours spread faster than flames there is always a patsy set up for the fall who's to pay off the insurance claims the jury found him innocent and not at all at fault and as he left the courtroom the prosecutor explained it all how the owner was not allowed to sue the holders of the lease but they could bring a lawsuit against an employee although the accusations were nothing but a sham legend wins out against the truth and history dont give a damn and still now after all these years persists the common belief that the burning ofthe orson welles began in the popcorn machine
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Goodbye to language and Jean-Luc Godard It is the end of cinema The last master is gone The stars will recant The planets hold firm Goodbye to Jane Her letters returned Goodbye to the image Expressing the truth Goodbye to wisdom Goodbye to youth On a cold christmas morning I started to cry When i heard that Sam Peckinpah had died Goodbye Pasolini Goodbye to Bresson Goodbye Tarkovsky And Francois Truffaut Antonioni and Bergman Died on the same day Two thousand and seven Seems like yesterday Goodbye Cassevetes Goodbye John Ford And to all the good people History has ignored death has no words life is nomadic The pictures still move In a world now gone static We go to the movies Its not the one we want to see The one we wanted to live Our names on the marquee so it's goodbye jean-luc there will be no last rites Just break down the stages and turn out the lights
9.
this land was born in blood this land will die in blood and every person will be buried in a cemetary without crosses he came from a town called 'Change" where nothing ever changes beautiful women and suffering men innocent people lying dead in a cemetary without crosses for three long years your rode along the trail of the buffalo cutting through farmland and cattle ranges facing the guns of strangers now theres a price put on your soul that cannot be redeemed in gold the killers and their bosses will try to cut their losses and life will be forgotten in a cemetary without crosses mankind, born in blood mankind, died in blood nothing left behind, not even mud this land is a cemetary without crosses dust crack in the rack of lode stay away from the railroad throw away the bags of gold into a cemetary without crosses
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RETURN TO ALCATRAZ ive been livin on the outside for too long every time i break the law i feel like ive done somethin wrong im a lonesome parolee sick and tired of being free alcatraz . alcatraz the straight life's got no razzmatazz wish i could return to alcatraz i got a job screwin around with nuts and bolts' passing the time of day with ordinary dolts what happened to my friends days of excitement with no end what we need out here is some kind of revolt alcatraz . alcatraz each day i lose a little more pizzaz i wish i could return to alcatraz the only way back home is on the alcatraz ferry route and you can only stay there overnight if you join the boy scouts never order the special in a joint called Yesterdays" i fumble l with the crap they should have thrown away they ask how long im stayin then i duck out without payin and i lift a couple wallets on the way alcatra alcatraz wish i could return to alcatraz
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Phantoms Now 02:17
why do you seldom do what you dream of doing when you do, you often find its hardly worth the doing you would be better served were you content with portions given freely with consent life is all around us but seldom is within us flowers open and close every day some of us havent opened in months and weeks and years for fear of the roots beneath us life is in the street dogs who talk with each other as we sleep and the rooster who crows before we wake, before we weep. once we sprang into life like birds from a bough those days are past we are all phantoms now

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