have you heard about my invisible friend?
he helps me out when i'm in a jam
he wipes my conscience clean, does my dirty work
my loyal friend always carries the can
he signs my cheques with his invisible ink
takes the dock to take the blame
i do not ask what he does with my capital
but the profit margins swell day by day
he got no body, he got no head
ain't got no mind to reason with
ain't got no heart, he ain't got no soul
ain't got no home, ain't got no clothes
but he'll protect me if things go awry
take the flak when the bullets fly
his hands tug the important strings
he'll wear the cuffs when they reel him in
my invisible friend
i'll vanish into thin air when the bubble bursts
like a shadow fading with the light
and when they sniff around for the evidence
i'll slip away into the night
he got no body, he got no head
ain't got no mind to reason with
ain't got no heart, he ain't got no soul
ain't got no home, ain't got no clothes
but he'll protect me if things go awry
take the flak when the bullets fly
his hands tug the important strings
he'll wear the cuffs when they reel him in
my invisible friend
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Thursday, September 21, 2006
DON'T BELIEVE THE TRUTH
greetings my seedlings!
tis 11:17 post laborum in sk
fireseed clocking in again here
after yet another lengthy absence
from the cyber airwaves
fireseed real sorry not to be seeing you more often
fireseed been burning the candle at all ends, you understand
so 'apple logeys' to all those peeps out there
who aint been getting no responses to their massages
not even a dismissive grunt
from your well-meaning
but oh-so-weary fireseede...
to senor roberts, my man in cathay
to herr duncumb, my very own java correspondent
to mr k, my malay insider
to monsieur edwards, my kindred spirit
and fellow alumnus of the goat & tricycle
to doctor russel, who opened my taste buds
to the joys of the dark frothy stuff in the first place
i love you all...
and so once more to the shadowy theme of corporatocra$y
the great disease of our times, o my seeds...
'The twentieth century has been characterised by three developments of great political importance: the growth of democracy, the growth of corporate power, and the growth of corporate propaganda as a means of protecting corporate power against democracy.'
Alex Carey, 'Taking the risk out of democracy,' University of Illinois Press, 1995, p.ix
...i have such great fear about what we shall reap
from this plague of unbridled G-R-E-E-D, my seedlets
for these ruthlessly efficient beasts of capitalism
will tear us luddite herbivores limb from limb
even as we flee towards our simple burrows...
...as know-all gallagher (of all people!) said:
don't believe the truth!
tis 11:17 post laborum in sk
fireseed clocking in again here
after yet another lengthy absence
from the cyber airwaves
fireseed real sorry not to be seeing you more often
fireseed been burning the candle at all ends, you understand
so 'apple logeys' to all those peeps out there
who aint been getting no responses to their massages
not even a dismissive grunt
from your well-meaning
but oh-so-weary fireseede...
to senor roberts, my man in cathay
to herr duncumb, my very own java correspondent
to mr k, my malay insider
to monsieur edwards, my kindred spirit
and fellow alumnus of the goat & tricycle
to doctor russel, who opened my taste buds
to the joys of the dark frothy stuff in the first place
i love you all...
and so once more to the shadowy theme of corporatocra$y
the great disease of our times, o my seeds...
'The twentieth century has been characterised by three developments of great political importance: the growth of democracy, the growth of corporate power, and the growth of corporate propaganda as a means of protecting corporate power against democracy.'
Alex Carey, 'Taking the risk out of democracy,' University of Illinois Press, 1995, p.ix
...i have such great fear about what we shall reap
from this plague of unbridled G-R-E-E-D, my seedlets
for these ruthlessly efficient beasts of capitalism
will tear us luddite herbivores limb from limb
even as we flee towards our simple burrows...
...as know-all gallagher (of all people!) said:
don't believe the truth!
Monday, September 11, 2006
ANTI-NOSTALGIA TRIP
dunno why i was thinking about this today, friends
fireseed's fertile mind
dredging up a forgotten fragment
of a bashful half-remembered kindergeist
that time when i was
a frightened little kid in a big scary world
(instead of a frightened big kid in a big scary world)
but guess we've all been there...
suppose it would be somewhere around 1975
(end of the vietnam war and start of pol pot's rampage
- to put it in a historical context!)
back at the old grey school
northfield manor junior and infants
our house backed onto the playground
one morning
we was in the little school assembly hall
which doubled as a kind of gym
they had this weird kind of climbing apparatus
the kids used to carry it out into the middle of the room
well one day our class is clearing this apparatus away
after PE
and i guess i'm just sitting there on my own
in my shorts
in the middle of the floor
minding my own business
just daydreaming as usual
wishing i was somewhere else
where i could call the shots
playing footy or cricket with the gang
in the park or something
anyway suddenly this huge heavy weight falls on me
like a baby elephant losing its footing
takes the wind out of me
almost knocks me senseless...
and suddenly i realise what it is:
its the teacher
miss jones
a big lady in flared trousers
shes gone and fallen backwards on top of me
not looking where she was going
as she was putting away the equipment
and right then she starts shouting at me:
'you stupid little boy
what do you think you're doing
sitting there in the middle of the floor?!'
not worried about my welfare
more concerned about her dignity
god, what an awful experience!
one of a few at that time in my life
the enforced socialisation
with people i didnae wish to socialise with...
give me the child for the first seven years of his life,
they say,
and give me...what?
fireseed's fertile mind
dredging up a forgotten fragment
of a bashful half-remembered kindergeist
that time when i was
a frightened little kid in a big scary world
(instead of a frightened big kid in a big scary world)
but guess we've all been there...
suppose it would be somewhere around 1975
(end of the vietnam war and start of pol pot's rampage
- to put it in a historical context!)
back at the old grey school
northfield manor junior and infants
our house backed onto the playground
one morning
we was in the little school assembly hall
which doubled as a kind of gym
they had this weird kind of climbing apparatus
the kids used to carry it out into the middle of the room
well one day our class is clearing this apparatus away
after PE
and i guess i'm just sitting there on my own
in my shorts
in the middle of the floor
minding my own business
just daydreaming as usual
wishing i was somewhere else
where i could call the shots
playing footy or cricket with the gang
in the park or something
anyway suddenly this huge heavy weight falls on me
like a baby elephant losing its footing
takes the wind out of me
almost knocks me senseless...
and suddenly i realise what it is:
its the teacher
miss jones
a big lady in flared trousers
shes gone and fallen backwards on top of me
not looking where she was going
as she was putting away the equipment
and right then she starts shouting at me:
'you stupid little boy
what do you think you're doing
sitting there in the middle of the floor?!'
not worried about my welfare
more concerned about her dignity
god, what an awful experience!
one of a few at that time in my life
the enforced socialisation
with people i didnae wish to socialise with...
give me the child for the first seven years of his life,
they say,
and give me...what?
Sunday, September 10, 2006
THE GOLDEN ARCHIES
alright my seedy stars?
so how is life in your galaxy?
talk to me some more
my loyal bulbs
it can be awful lonely gazing out at planet earth
from out here in cyberspace...
to be honest with you
your faithful fireseed feels more like burnt out ash today
(been doing a tad too much of the four-letter word recently
since my slight return to S-E-O-U-L)...
ever since we moved to this part of the city
your fire-bellied boy has been compelled to pass those golden archies
(that's muckdonalds, dontcha know, my seeds)
on his way to and from the underground stay-shun
and every time i do
the same little subvert
runneth involuntarily through my brain circuitry:
'muckdonalds...
eat shit...
feel like shit...
look like shit!'
i can just envisage the poster
(complete with unfortunate but obliging grinning obese stooge)
embellishing the windows of that plastic fodder factory
we (well, some of us!) love to hate...
and while on the theme
of giving the place a much needed makeover
well im afraid it wouldnae go down too well in sk
oh my precious seeds
but this little bit of rebranding would be a bit of fun!
so how is life in your galaxy?
talk to me some more
my loyal bulbs
it can be awful lonely gazing out at planet earth
from out here in cyberspace...
to be honest with you
your faithful fireseed feels more like burnt out ash today
(been doing a tad too much of the four-letter word recently
since my slight return to S-E-O-U-L)...
ever since we moved to this part of the city
your fire-bellied boy has been compelled to pass those golden archies
(that's muckdonalds, dontcha know, my seeds)
on his way to and from the underground stay-shun
and every time i do
the same little subvert
runneth involuntarily through my brain circuitry:
'muckdonalds...
eat shit...
feel like shit...
look like shit!'
i can just envisage the poster
(complete with unfortunate but obliging grinning obese stooge)
embellishing the windows of that plastic fodder factory
we (well, some of us!) love to hate...
and while on the theme
of giving the place a much needed makeover
well im afraid it wouldnae go down too well in sk
oh my precious seeds
but this little bit of rebranding would be a bit of fun!
BELIEVE NOTHING
'Believe half of what you see...
and nothing of what you hear.'
keith smith, dad of an old pedigree chum from not-in-gum
and nothing of what you hear.'
keith smith, dad of an old pedigree chum from not-in-gum
Saturday, September 09, 2006
FIRESEED THE CONKERER!
hi there dear bluddies
here i am a-reviving
the noble art of conkering
with me pal eddie
misfortunately he was about to shatter my dreams
with a deadly hit!
WIDENING THE CIRCLE
'Our task must be
to free ourselves
by widening our circle of compassion
to embrace all living creatures
and the whole of nature and its beauty.'
Albert Einstein
to free ourselves
by widening our circle of compassion
to embrace all living creatures
and the whole of nature and its beauty.'
Albert Einstein
HOT SHAMPOO
x-ray machines
belt off, frisk you
standing in an endless queue
close surveillance
sniffer dogs in your face
looking for that hot shampoo
cruising through the sky
eight miles high
keep an eye
out for a dodgy guy
reaching for his hot shampoo!
hot shampoo
what is going through
the mind of this agent of death?
what's going on in his head?
is he a martyr to the cause?
or a psychopath who pours
oil on a flaming fire
stoking the funeral pyre?
don't we get what we deserve
playing with that hot shampoo?
goldfish memories
talking up the enemies
sending them the recipe through
diplomatic ties
cosmetic exercise
and pretty soon
between me and you
it could be raining down hot shampoo!
hot shampoo
what is going through
the minds of these agents of death?
what's going on in their heads?
are they fighting for our cause?
or psychopaths who pour
oil on a flaming fire
building the funeral pyre
ever higher?
belt off, frisk you
standing in an endless queue
close surveillance
sniffer dogs in your face
looking for that hot shampoo
cruising through the sky
eight miles high
keep an eye
out for a dodgy guy
reaching for his hot shampoo!
hot shampoo
what is going through
the mind of this agent of death?
what's going on in his head?
is he a martyr to the cause?
or a psychopath who pours
oil on a flaming fire
stoking the funeral pyre?
don't we get what we deserve
playing with that hot shampoo?
goldfish memories
talking up the enemies
sending them the recipe through
diplomatic ties
cosmetic exercise
and pretty soon
between me and you
it could be raining down hot shampoo!
hot shampoo
what is going through
the minds of these agents of death?
what's going on in their heads?
are they fighting for our cause?
or psychopaths who pour
oil on a flaming fire
building the funeral pyre
ever higher?
Saturday, September 02, 2006
SHAW THING
"Reasonable men adapt themselves to the world.
Unreasonable men adapt the world to themselves.
That's why all progress depends on unreasonable men."
George Bernard Shaw
Unreasonable men adapt the world to themselves.
That's why all progress depends on unreasonable men."
George Bernard Shaw
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