Tuesday, June 12, 2007
The Golden Calf
In five days God created the Heavens and the Earth. And on the Sixth Day, God created Man.
And he saw that it was very good.
And on the Seventh Day he rested.
And on the Eighth Day, Man created MTRdestroying the Mountainand all that lived in the Mountainand filling the Valleywith waste from the Mountainso that there was left no more life in the Stream.
And though Jesus had once walked through the valley of the shadow of deathon the Eighth Day there was no Valley.
But Death was Everywhere.
And though he had delivered his first Sermon on the Mount,on the Eighth Day there was no Mount.
And though he had fed the five thousand with loaves and fishes,on the Eighth Day there were no fishes left in the Streams of W. Va.
And False Prophets arose preaching false doctrineand Dominion of Man over the Earth to justify their Destruction and led many astrayand were like the Five Foolish Virgins who foolishly used up all their Oil so that when the Master returnedtheir Lamps were useless.
And when their Lamps were emptythey ran to the Five Wise Virgins who had saved their Resourcesand used them wisely and replenished the Earthand whose Lamps lit the way for the Master's Return.
And they begged them for Oil. But the Wise Virgins refused saying"This oil is for the Master's Return."
So the Five Foolish Virgins, through cunning and deceit,lobbied the Corrupt Politicianssaying 'we must have their Oilfor the Good of The Country'.
And they bribed the Corrupt Politicians
And they forced the Five Wise Virgins to handover their Oiland their Landand their Homes.
And there arose a great Darkness in the LandAnd a great Cry went up throughout West Virginiaand all the Land:
"Why did we allow the Foolish Virgins, the Coal Companieswith their Drag Lines and Big Machines and Corrupt Politicians in their Pockets,to deceive us?"
But, yea, it was Too Late.
And in Darkness and with many Tears,Man bowed down to worship the Golden Calf he had created on the Eighth Day.
T. PaigeJune 12, 2007
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Saturday, June 09, 2007
ORACLS
ORACLS (Orphans and Children of Lousy Songwriters) needs your help.
Hi my Name is Bob and I'm writing on behalf of ORACLS. Oracls needs your help today. Millions of orphans and children of lousy songwriters are going hungry because their dads and moms never got an even break in the music business. People like Nodam Wonder, the brother of Stevie Wonder, a very talented guy who just never got a break, Nodam Wonder.
Please give today.
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ORACLS
ORACLS (Orphans and Children of Lousy Songwriters) needs your help.
Hi my Name is Bob and I'm writing on behalf of ORACLS. Oracls needs your help today. Millions of orphans and children of lousy songwriters are going hungry because their dads and moms never got an even break in the music business. People like Nodam Wonder, the brother of Stevie Wonder, a very talented guy who just never got a break, Nodam Wonder.
Please give today.
Please check back later for details.
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Food for the Rude
Thousands of rude children go to bed hungry
without dinner
millions of rude people
cannot eat at restaurants
without a little
bit
of waitress spit
in their food
why? because
these poor folks have never
been taught
the basic lessons of politeness
to waitresses
and parents
Won't you give today
and help them now
to learn HOW to overcome their
rudeness?
It only takes a moment of your time
to give
Food for the Rude...
needs your contribution
to overcome this life endangering
disability
which is reaching epidemic
proportions
in the USA
yada, yada.
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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
time line of possibly the greatest line ever
Writng a song...had the first verse...then after about a month this:
I saw myself, I saw myself
in the light of your smile
elapsed time---one month at least till:
looking for a parking place
I ain't seen one in awhile elapsed time 1 hour then:
might be forty years of tears and trials
but I found my parking place
in the light of your smile.
I cross myself, I cross myself (this came with first verse)
then, two months later:
with intersecting lines
just a routine traffic stop
at the blinking edge of time.
the way I have it figgered, I was trying to write in too narrow a vein, like all them other songs...didn't leave room to use the rest of the language that we humans employ in our daily lives...was looking for that classic moment, that never came...so it may mean nothing to you...but it got a song out of my head...
T. Paige
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Saturday, June 02, 2007
goodbye nashville
The day I left Nashville for good
with it's button down shirts
and hatred of originality
creativity and crookedness and failure
it was either raining or snowing
I was having a melt down
a classic job
and it was dark earlier than usual
and darker, or so it seemed
a darkness I wasn't prepared for.
I decided to go back to Lanier's house
and stay one more night
but Lanier wasn't home
later he would tell me he left a key...
somewhere...
goodbye wasn't sweet
I left but came back
for one last kick to my balls
then I was done.
Here's how that happened.
I walked into the reception room
a huge room
a brand new building
some huge conglomerate
was buying them up
this was '86, ready to make a buck
on country music by turning it into pop...
I told the receptionist what I was about
and damned if she didn't look scared of me
I screamed at her, Look, I'm trying to make it
in the music business too!!
I knew I was out of control
and that was the last time I tried anything
of that nature for awhile.
They can spot you just as soon as you
walk in the door
you don't have the smile
you don't have the gait
you don't have the professional demeanor
you don't have any business being there
they can spot you, it's their business to
unceremoniously show you the fucking
door, gate, street,
whatever
well, at least I got my lick in there
screaming at that honey of a receptionist
with her dear in the head lights look
watching this wild son of a W.Va. wop
rip the country veneer off that throbbing mask of pure
New York bullshit.
The best time I ever had in Nashville, music wise
I was just a dumb shit optimist of 27
up on the stage at the Exit-In
staying at a decent motel for the night
or the weekend probably
and then back home
it was pure joy...
well worth it
highly recommend it
tell 'em T. Paige sent you
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Thursday, May 31, 2007
bumper sticker
STOP
everything.
