Lethal Obituary (a new song)
FinsburyParkCarrots
Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
Okay, I'm ready to post it now.
The press made a hell of a story,
“Man found lying many weeks dead”
No detail was spared as too gory,
Like his partially mummified head
And the state of his decomposition
And the way all his ulcers had burst
And his suspect financial position
And shadowy past and a hint of a drinking man’s murderous thirst
You’re right in the way that you’re guessing
I knew the deceased in my time
Though some of my memory’s missing
I can put what I know into rhyme:
An actor with talent to die for,
A wit with a weakness for drink
A shit and a thief and a chancer and charmer
A fraudster and friend whom you’d help without stopping to think
(Chorus:
And well, aren’t I sounding self righteous?
Who knows a heart‘s losses and gains?
If I switched to third person devices
Would I only just mimic his pains?)
Some say that his Falstaff was priceless
The best that has ever made stage
In real life he’d use all of his niceness
To bluster, to fake and to cadge
When his folks kicked him out over Christmas
He lived in our house for a while
He smiled and he joked: When we laughed he dismissed us
And stole and grew vicious and flooded our home with his bile
We cleared him out once and forever
No more, he’d lie under our roof
He’d live year to year, acting clever
But lacking a good actor’s truth
That to act is not just to dissemble
Nor to confidence-trick nor to dope
But to see into Man, then assemble
Unspeakable gestures of poetry, pity, connection and hope
(Chorus:And well, aren’t I sounding self righteous?
Who knows a heart‘s losses and gains?
If I switched to third person devices
Would I only just mimic his pains?)
The press made a hell of a story,
“Man found lying many weeks dead”
No detail was left as too gory,
Like his partially mummified head
And the state of his decomposition
And the way all his ulcers had burst
And his suspect financial position
And shadowy past and a hint of a drinking man’s murderous thirst .
The press made a hell of a story,
“Man found lying many weeks dead”
No detail was spared as too gory,
Like his partially mummified head
And the state of his decomposition
And the way all his ulcers had burst
And his suspect financial position
And shadowy past and a hint of a drinking man’s murderous thirst
You’re right in the way that you’re guessing
I knew the deceased in my time
Though some of my memory’s missing
I can put what I know into rhyme:
An actor with talent to die for,
A wit with a weakness for drink
A shit and a thief and a chancer and charmer
A fraudster and friend whom you’d help without stopping to think
(Chorus:
And well, aren’t I sounding self righteous?
Who knows a heart‘s losses and gains?
If I switched to third person devices
Would I only just mimic his pains?)
Some say that his Falstaff was priceless
The best that has ever made stage
In real life he’d use all of his niceness
To bluster, to fake and to cadge
When his folks kicked him out over Christmas
He lived in our house for a while
He smiled and he joked: When we laughed he dismissed us
And stole and grew vicious and flooded our home with his bile
We cleared him out once and forever
No more, he’d lie under our roof
He’d live year to year, acting clever
But lacking a good actor’s truth
That to act is not just to dissemble
Nor to confidence-trick nor to dope
But to see into Man, then assemble
Unspeakable gestures of poetry, pity, connection and hope
(Chorus:And well, aren’t I sounding self righteous?
Who knows a heart‘s losses and gains?
If I switched to third person devices
Would I only just mimic his pains?)
The press made a hell of a story,
“Man found lying many weeks dead”
No detail was left as too gory,
Like his partially mummified head
And the state of his decomposition
And the way all his ulcers had burst
And his suspect financial position
And shadowy past and a hint of a drinking man’s murderous thirst .
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he smiled and he joked. when we laughed he dismissed us.
nice.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
Well, I look forward to hearing it when it's done. I like the words already.
they usually are.
take a good look
this could be the day
hold my hand
lie beside me
i just need to say
That to act is not just to dissemble
Nor to confidence-trick nor to dope
But to see into Man, then assemble
Unspeakable gestures of poetry, pity, connection and hope"
Perfect insight here. So many people think acting is "faking it" and that any idiot can do it but tis sooo false for good actors.
Can't wait to hear how you arrange all this! Great storytelling.
Anyway, I just love this, and i cant wait to hear it as well.
Hope all is well with you
(Angelina Jolie)
~it is shining it is shining~
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
I had a good day. It rained a lot, though. Teenage Fanclub did a cover of The Ballad of John and Yoko, which was an unusual choice of Beatles song.
"He’d live year to year, acting clever
But lacking a good actor’s truth
That to act is not just to dissemble
Nor to confidence-trick nor to dope
But to see into Man, then assemble
Unspeakable gestures of poetry, pity, connection and hope"
This part was particularly observant and brilliant, IMHO. I'm curious to know what it will sound like--what you sound like.
I keep reading this one.
a new fav
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key