Thursday, October 30, 2008
george bush cheerleader in chief
by now we all know that george bush was a cheerleader. but did you know that sarah mcpalin was one also. and a beauty queen. anyway...bush was cheerleader in a time when girls in tiny little outfits weren't around. so george did his best with what the good lord gave him. he was the best damn cheerleader that he could be. I think he was our first cheerleader/president. think of the boost he has given to the self-esteem of millions of little girls. might not be a girl in the oval office but, by gosh there is a cheerleader. the cheerleader in chief deals with all the top world leaders. He has had to put up with a lot of cracks by wise ass leaders like putin and the lot over the years I am sure. that's why he tries so hard to keep a firm hand. and to do those preemptive cheers, I mean, strikes. Oh well it's too late for a george bush column on cheerleading, but hopefully Sarah will be elected, McCain will kick off and we'll have plenty of time and material to continue in this vein.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
FIRST TIME
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I AM PRAYING FOR THIS COUNTRY
THAT THE RANCOR AND BITTERNESS WILL TAKE A VACATION
Despite Jesus' words, Blessed are the peacemakers, generally peacemakers are a hated lot.
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HAVING FAITH
DOES NOT INCLUDE BLOWING UP MOUNTAINS TO MOVE THEM.
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October 15, 2008 - Wednesday
17 SONGS WITH A W.VA. CONNECTION
I tried to find a connection to W.Va. in my songs recently for a W.Va. musical being created for the Charleston Stage Company. In some the connection is obvious. Like "Poor People". I wrote this when I was 24 and only recently started playing it again. You can tell it was written a long time ago...1974. A lot of songs I have changed over the years, but not this one.
Some not so obvious. Say like, "See My Dog." I figure every one in W.Va. has a dog. Or "Always": It's about befriending the down and out, 'the one out of place." Wouldn't that be West Virginia? So maybe it is more obvious than it appears at first.
And "Rain" That's just a damn good song and one of my most recent and there has to be a connection, I'm just too tired to think about it right now.
"Old Willie" We all know Old Willie.
"Old Joe" A friend that left the state and came back for a visit, and left me wondering still, "I wonder whatever happened to him." After 20 years Joe and I got together again, are best friends again. And now I really know what happened to him. What I only suspected back when I only suspected something HAD happened to him. Yea, abuse.
"The Ballad of Ma Blizzard" is about a (West Virginia) woman with a crowbar.
"Jesco" White or is it Jesico?. Careful here. You might have to invite him to the opening.
"Gubmint Song" I wrote this like 2 weeks ago. It started off to be about my lack of motivation.
"Who Did This" Same vein as Gubmint Song. It's about MTR. I was actually mad about something else in the beginning. That's where I got the chorus.
"Back in Boomer" It's about a mile up the road from me.
"Orchestra on Wheels" About a coal truck driver. I've been debating calling it Hell on Wheels for 20 years. But for now...
"Picture Taker" A jaunty little number about a pyromaniac photographer.
"Church Bells at Sago" Very obvious, unfortunately.
"Counting Crosses" Those crosses!
"Heaven's Kind." Who you callin' "Almost Heaven", Willis?
"The Pearl" I even called my mother "Mamma" in it...so even if I hadn't mentioned West Virginia....
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October 13, 2008 - Monday
Ode to a Shyster
BlankoThere's a guy on tvwith no souland piles of cash.
he's an accountanttalking survival of the fittest
he has risenthrough the ranks
using a fountain pen and accounting skills
to slash costs
he has no problem
with the consequences
of these cuts to
future generations and
those
they hurt the most
as long as he is hurting
someone else
it is not his problem
funneling money to a group
exploiting children for political purposes:
'and for the sake of the
shareholders'
he enters the political scene
and defames the character
of an opponent
through a massive
distortion campaign.
he has gained respect
and admiration from lackeys:
money and power are attractiveeven when it is attached to the face of a phony
people admire
his stealth
his coldness
his lack of conscience
it is the secret of his success.to those affected most by his
accounting skills
and ruthless
reduction of human life
to a decimal point
somewhere in a bank statement
in some boardroom
he says:make my shareholders danceand our wealth willtrickle down to you
a drop of milkfor that child of yours
tattered shoes
flooded homes
toxic water
dead fish floating by
survival of the fittest
his jaws are at your throat right now
don't struggle
no use...there is no fairnessjust fitnessit's all legal
contractual
big business
Blanko
bullshit.
T. Paige Dalporto
Room for the prophet
no room for the prophet of doom
no room for the prophet of gloom
no room at the inn
so take yourself
remake yourself
into a myspace friend
try it all
acupuncture, church, trappist monk
you can find your niche
doesn't have to be
'son of bitch'
too young to be so sure
there's nothing out there
I'm just as sure there is.
nothing is certain
but prophets of doom
you will listen to
cruel world
cruel room
let the sparks fly upward
there's nothing out there
it's all inside
miles of mercy, grace
and stars above
truth and love
and room
for the prophet.
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October 10, 2008 - Friday
I’ve noticed this about myself
I've got a photographic memory but the pictures are all fuzzy.
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October 6, 2008 - Monday
C. O. A. L.
I hesitate to use this wonderful acronym I came up with because, coal been good to me, as a Cuban baseball player once said when talking about baseball.
But coal ain't what it used to be (and neither is baseball for that matter), not since MTR blew up my mountain and hauled my heaven away, so here goes
C. O. A. L. :
CHILD OF ANOTHER LUCIFER
There's more but I'll save it for another day.
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I AM PRAYING FOR THIS COUNTRY
THAT THE RANCOR AND BITTERNESS WILL TAKE A VACATION
Despite Jesus' words, Blessed are the peacemakers, generally peacemakers are a hated lot.
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HAVING FAITH
DOES NOT INCLUDE BLOWING UP MOUNTAINS TO MOVE THEM.
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October 15, 2008 - Wednesday
17 SONGS WITH A W.VA. CONNECTION
I tried to find a connection to W.Va. in my songs recently for a W.Va. musical being created for the Charleston Stage Company. In some the connection is obvious. Like "Poor People". I wrote this when I was 24 and only recently started playing it again. You can tell it was written a long time ago...1974. A lot of songs I have changed over the years, but not this one.
Some not so obvious. Say like, "See My Dog." I figure every one in W.Va. has a dog. Or "Always": It's about befriending the down and out, 'the one out of place." Wouldn't that be West Virginia? So maybe it is more obvious than it appears at first.
And "Rain" That's just a damn good song and one of my most recent and there has to be a connection, I'm just too tired to think about it right now.
"Old Willie" We all know Old Willie.
"Old Joe" A friend that left the state and came back for a visit, and left me wondering still, "I wonder whatever happened to him." After 20 years Joe and I got together again, are best friends again. And now I really know what happened to him. What I only suspected back when I only suspected something HAD happened to him. Yea, abuse.
"The Ballad of Ma Blizzard" is about a (West Virginia) woman with a crowbar.
"Jesco" White or is it Jesico?. Careful here. You might have to invite him to the opening.
"Gubmint Song" I wrote this like 2 weeks ago. It started off to be about my lack of motivation.
"Who Did This" Same vein as Gubmint Song. It's about MTR. I was actually mad about something else in the beginning. That's where I got the chorus.
"Back in Boomer" It's about a mile up the road from me.
"Orchestra on Wheels" About a coal truck driver. I've been debating calling it Hell on Wheels for 20 years. But for now...
"Picture Taker" A jaunty little number about a pyromaniac photographer.
"Church Bells at Sago" Very obvious, unfortunately.
"Counting Crosses" Those crosses!
"Heaven's Kind." Who you callin' "Almost Heaven", Willis?
"The Pearl" I even called my mother "Mamma" in it...so even if I hadn't mentioned West Virginia....
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October 13, 2008 - Monday
Ode to a Shyster
BlankoThere's a guy on tvwith no souland piles of cash.
he's an accountanttalking survival of the fittest
he has risenthrough the ranks
using a fountain pen and accounting skills
to slash costs
he has no problem
with the consequences
of these cuts to
future generations and
those
they hurt the most
as long as he is hurting
someone else
it is not his problem
funneling money to a group
exploiting children for political purposes:
'and for the sake of the
shareholders'
he enters the political scene
and defames the character
of an opponent
through a massive
distortion campaign.
he has gained respect
and admiration from lackeys:
money and power are attractiveeven when it is attached to the face of a phony
people admire
his stealth
his coldness
his lack of conscience
it is the secret of his success.to those affected most by his
accounting skills
and ruthless
reduction of human life
to a decimal point
somewhere in a bank statement
in some boardroom
he says:make my shareholders danceand our wealth willtrickle down to you
a drop of milkfor that child of yours
tattered shoes
flooded homes
toxic water
dead fish floating by
survival of the fittest
his jaws are at your throat right now
don't struggle
no use...there is no fairnessjust fitnessit's all legal
contractual
big business
Blanko
bullshit.
T. Paige Dalporto
Room for the prophet
no room for the prophet of doom
no room for the prophet of gloom
no room at the inn
so take yourself
remake yourself
into a myspace friend
try it all
acupuncture, church, trappist monk
you can find your niche
doesn't have to be
'son of bitch'
too young to be so sure
there's nothing out there
I'm just as sure there is.
nothing is certain
but prophets of doom
you will listen to
cruel world
cruel room
let the sparks fly upward
there's nothing out there
it's all inside
miles of mercy, grace
and stars above
truth and love
and room
for the prophet.
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October 10, 2008 - Friday
I’ve noticed this about myself
I've got a photographic memory but the pictures are all fuzzy.
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October 6, 2008 - Monday
C. O. A. L.
I hesitate to use this wonderful acronym I came up with because, coal been good to me, as a Cuban baseball player once said when talking about baseball.
But coal ain't what it used to be (and neither is baseball for that matter), not since MTR blew up my mountain and hauled my heaven away, so here goes
C. O. A. L. :
CHILD OF ANOTHER LUCIFER
There's more but I'll save it for another day.
Fool Me
FOOL ME ONCE SHAME ON REAGAN
FOOL ME TWICE SHAME ON BUSH/CHENEY
FOOL ME FOUR TIMES SHAME ON KARL ROVE
FOOL ME FIVE TIMES SHAME ON RUSH LIMBAUGH
FOOL ME SIX TIMES SHAME ON FOX
FOOL ME SEVEN TIMES SHAME ON WALL STREET
FOOL ME EIGHT TIMES SHAME ON BLANKENSHIP
FOOL ME NINE TIMES SHAME ON MADISON AVENUE
FOOL ME ELEVEN TIMES SHAME ON GREED
FOOL ME TWELVE TIMES SHAME ON MCCAIN-PALIN
FOOL ME THIRTEEN TIMES SHAME ON ME.
FOOL ME TWICE SHAME ON BUSH/CHENEY
FOOL ME FOUR TIMES SHAME ON KARL ROVE
FOOL ME FIVE TIMES SHAME ON RUSH LIMBAUGH
FOOL ME SIX TIMES SHAME ON FOX
FOOL ME SEVEN TIMES SHAME ON WALL STREET
FOOL ME EIGHT TIMES SHAME ON BLANKENSHIP
FOOL ME NINE TIMES SHAME ON MADISON AVENUE
FOOL ME ELEVEN TIMES SHAME ON GREED
FOOL ME TWELVE TIMES SHAME ON MCCAIN-PALIN
FOOL ME THIRTEEN TIMES SHAME ON ME.
Friday, October 3, 2008
I coulda told you that
DEAD GIVEAWAY SARAH, I BETCHA
Despite her efforts to distance herself from Bush....I mean I doubt if she can see Bush from her house....though she can see Russia...if you listened carefully you found the one thing that spoke louder than all her protestations to the contrary (the lady doth protest too much?). And that was the way she pronounced the word 'NUCLEAR'...Just like her buddy, her mentor, her idol, George W. Bush...she adopted his same affectation of mispronouncing it, 'NUCULER'. So she knows a lot about energy, right? Except how to pronounce it.
I guess the apple don't fall too far from the Bush.
Also, is she from Fargo or what? You betcha!
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BARACK AND ROLL
Barack and Roll (And Try to Stay Positive )by T. Paige Dalporto When in the hell, when in the hell when in the hell you gonna get into it. Sit right there, ass in a chair better take care you better get into it.
Rock, rock Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and try to stay positive.
Money's gone, jobs gone something's wrong, better get into it.
Water's gone, health is gone won't be long, you better get into it.
Rock, Rock, Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and notify the gubmint.
Kicked to the curb U don't say a word gonna get hurt if you don't get into it.
Rock, Rock, Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and try to stay positive.
Feet to the fire, flames goin higher down to the wire, better get into it. Hand to the mouth no way out, don't bail out gotta get into it.
Rock, Rock, Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and notify the gubmint.
Canary's dead, knocked in the head little bird said time to get into it.
Drag line, pipe line, coal mine end of time cross tie, don't whine, next of kin notify...
Rock, Rock, Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and try to stay positve.
Rock, Rock, Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and notify the gubmint.
(C) 2008 T. Paige Dalporto
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October 2, 2008 - Thursday
Also it gives Witches a bad rap
I CONFESS
That as a youngster while watching an Oral Roberts broadcast, when he asked the tv audience to lay hands on the television set, I, an 11 year old boy, walked up to the tv set and laid hands on it. I think I was trying to impress my neighbors who were watching this broadcast with me.
If Sarah Palin was prayed over to be protected from witchcraft, that does that protect her from Joe Biden?
I also had a troubling experience one time, in New Mexico, with a gathering of Christians who I had met, who prayed over me, and told me that God was not at all pleased with me. I don't know what I had done to incur their wrath, but I do remember imbibing in the cookies, and was told they were for later. Also I laughed when the head honcho said she spent 3 hours in her prayer closet. I don't know, it was just the image of her being in a closet for 3 hours that kinda cracked me up. I do feel she was getting her revenge later when she laid hands on me and told me God was not pleased with me. Then one of the brothers spoke up and said, "I agree. My spirit bears witness...I believe God wants you to take up a trade." I was on a mission across country to try to get a break in the gospel music business, and felt I had been called to do so. Or at least, given the opportunity. So taking up a trade was not a step up, by any means.
I was getting tired of this kind of Christianity by this time. So many things happened on this trip that turned me off. I was accused of being drunk twice. I was made to feel I wasn't Christian enough, twice, etc.
It's a bad thing when Christians turn away from the basics. I feel that being prayed over the way in which Sarah Palin was is getting away from the basics of Christianity.
Also, it gives Witches a bad rap.
I'd rather seek the Lord's protection from the whited sepulchers and hypocrites of the religious right. These are likely the least in God's kingdom, the lowest common denominator of Christianity. People who are possibly using their faith as a way to gain an advantage.
Thank God for faith. It's such a relief, and a joy, not to have to depend on reason to get through this life.
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October 1, 2008 - Wednesday
See My Dog
I think I wrote this in Nashville. I was thinking of the family dog, Jacob, and he was the best. Legs so short he had to do a handstand to take a leak. Believe it or not, it took years to complete this little puppy. I got hung up on the chorus. A simple chord modulation solved the problem. I had a girl dog by then, Chartreuse...another good dog, another song.
If you see my dog laying in the grass
if you see my dog don't you give him none of your sass
If you see my dog layin in the grass
If you see my dog standin' all alone
if you see my dog, give my dog a bone
If you see my dog standin' all alone.
Well, there she is, there she is
she's the best little girl in the whole wide world
There she is, there she is
say hey! little puppy,
she's my little girl.
Maybe she went to the park to play
she's just a little shaggy but she ain't no stray
Maybe she went to the park to play...
If you see my dog, acting kinda funny
if you see my dog, hey, what's it to ya buddy
if you see my dog acting kinda funny...
(C) 2008 T. Paige
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September 29, 2008 - Monday
He said, she said
There was an argument about the compost which she unceremoniously dumped on the ground near the house, and it lay there rotting and stinking, clear out to the street. He said, it's either me or the compost. She said, I can't smell it and I want a divorce. He said, Okay, you can have your compost and eat it, too.
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RAIN
Guess I could write a song about the rain
since the rain's coming down
but I already wrote a song about the rain
and it's still coming down
and I promised you a song about love
so I will, write you a song, about love.
I guess I could write a song about the war
since there's a war goin' on
but I already wrote a song about the war
and it's still goin on.
and I promised you a song about love
so I will, write you a song, about love.
In the desert of my life you are the rain
precious rain coming down
and what can I do for you my friend
my precious friend.
I promised you a song about love
so I will, write you a song, about love.
In the winter of my life you are the sun
shining down on me
and no, not just for me, for everyone
uh, huh.
and I promised you a song about love
so I will, write you a song, about love.
(C) 2008 T. Paige
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September 28, 2008 - Sunday
damned
The Bible says somewhere, and I have heard it preached, 'You can believe a lie and be damned.' Considering a poll taken in W.Va. it appears that we don't know that Obama is a Christian. Half of us think he is Muslim or don't know what his religion is. Are we that ignorant? Will we believe the lie? And then be damned to another 4 years of this administration, Sarah Palin, and all the rest?
Despite her efforts to distance herself from Bush....I mean I doubt if she can see Bush from her house....though she can see Russia...if you listened carefully you found the one thing that spoke louder than all her protestations to the contrary (the lady doth protest too much?). And that was the way she pronounced the word 'NUCLEAR'...Just like her buddy, her mentor, her idol, George W. Bush...she adopted his same affectation of mispronouncing it, 'NUCULER'. So she knows a lot about energy, right? Except how to pronounce it.
I guess the apple don't fall too far from the Bush.
Also, is she from Fargo or what? You betcha!
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BARACK AND ROLL
Barack and Roll (And Try to Stay Positive )by T. Paige Dalporto When in the hell, when in the hell when in the hell you gonna get into it. Sit right there, ass in a chair better take care you better get into it.
Rock, rock Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and try to stay positive.
Money's gone, jobs gone something's wrong, better get into it.
Water's gone, health is gone won't be long, you better get into it.
Rock, Rock, Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and notify the gubmint.
Kicked to the curb U don't say a word gonna get hurt if you don't get into it.
Rock, Rock, Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and try to stay positive.
Feet to the fire, flames goin higher down to the wire, better get into it. Hand to the mouth no way out, don't bail out gotta get into it.
Rock, Rock, Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and notify the gubmint.
Canary's dead, knocked in the head little bird said time to get into it.
Drag line, pipe line, coal mine end of time cross tie, don't whine, next of kin notify...
Rock, Rock, Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and try to stay positve.
Rock, Rock, Rock it till the beast is dead Barack and roll and notify the gubmint.
(C) 2008 T. Paige Dalporto
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October 2, 2008 - Thursday
Also it gives Witches a bad rap
I CONFESS
That as a youngster while watching an Oral Roberts broadcast, when he asked the tv audience to lay hands on the television set, I, an 11 year old boy, walked up to the tv set and laid hands on it. I think I was trying to impress my neighbors who were watching this broadcast with me.
If Sarah Palin was prayed over to be protected from witchcraft, that does that protect her from Joe Biden?
I also had a troubling experience one time, in New Mexico, with a gathering of Christians who I had met, who prayed over me, and told me that God was not at all pleased with me. I don't know what I had done to incur their wrath, but I do remember imbibing in the cookies, and was told they were for later. Also I laughed when the head honcho said she spent 3 hours in her prayer closet. I don't know, it was just the image of her being in a closet for 3 hours that kinda cracked me up. I do feel she was getting her revenge later when she laid hands on me and told me God was not pleased with me. Then one of the brothers spoke up and said, "I agree. My spirit bears witness...I believe God wants you to take up a trade." I was on a mission across country to try to get a break in the gospel music business, and felt I had been called to do so. Or at least, given the opportunity. So taking up a trade was not a step up, by any means.
I was getting tired of this kind of Christianity by this time. So many things happened on this trip that turned me off. I was accused of being drunk twice. I was made to feel I wasn't Christian enough, twice, etc.
It's a bad thing when Christians turn away from the basics. I feel that being prayed over the way in which Sarah Palin was is getting away from the basics of Christianity.
Also, it gives Witches a bad rap.
I'd rather seek the Lord's protection from the whited sepulchers and hypocrites of the religious right. These are likely the least in God's kingdom, the lowest common denominator of Christianity. People who are possibly using their faith as a way to gain an advantage.
Thank God for faith. It's such a relief, and a joy, not to have to depend on reason to get through this life.
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October 1, 2008 - Wednesday
See My Dog
I think I wrote this in Nashville. I was thinking of the family dog, Jacob, and he was the best. Legs so short he had to do a handstand to take a leak. Believe it or not, it took years to complete this little puppy. I got hung up on the chorus. A simple chord modulation solved the problem. I had a girl dog by then, Chartreuse...another good dog, another song.
If you see my dog laying in the grass
if you see my dog don't you give him none of your sass
If you see my dog layin in the grass
If you see my dog standin' all alone
if you see my dog, give my dog a bone
If you see my dog standin' all alone.
Well, there she is, there she is
she's the best little girl in the whole wide world
There she is, there she is
say hey! little puppy,
she's my little girl.
Maybe she went to the park to play
she's just a little shaggy but she ain't no stray
Maybe she went to the park to play...
If you see my dog, acting kinda funny
if you see my dog, hey, what's it to ya buddy
if you see my dog acting kinda funny...
(C) 2008 T. Paige
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September 29, 2008 - Monday
He said, she said
There was an argument about the compost which she unceremoniously dumped on the ground near the house, and it lay there rotting and stinking, clear out to the street. He said, it's either me or the compost. She said, I can't smell it and I want a divorce. He said, Okay, you can have your compost and eat it, too.
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RAIN
Guess I could write a song about the rain
since the rain's coming down
but I already wrote a song about the rain
and it's still coming down
and I promised you a song about love
so I will, write you a song, about love.
I guess I could write a song about the war
since there's a war goin' on
but I already wrote a song about the war
and it's still goin on.
and I promised you a song about love
so I will, write you a song, about love.
In the desert of my life you are the rain
precious rain coming down
and what can I do for you my friend
my precious friend.
I promised you a song about love
so I will, write you a song, about love.
In the winter of my life you are the sun
shining down on me
and no, not just for me, for everyone
uh, huh.
and I promised you a song about love
so I will, write you a song, about love.
(C) 2008 T. Paige
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September 28, 2008 - Sunday
damned
The Bible says somewhere, and I have heard it preached, 'You can believe a lie and be damned.' Considering a poll taken in W.Va. it appears that we don't know that Obama is a Christian. Half of us think he is Muslim or don't know what his religion is. Are we that ignorant? Will we believe the lie? And then be damned to another 4 years of this administration, Sarah Palin, and all the rest?
Friday, September 26, 2008
Palin, Blankenship, A Whiter Shade of Gubmint
Your Greed is Showing
Today is the 26th of September so I just wanted to wish all you stores that have hauled out your Christmas decorations already...Holiday Greed-ings. And Kiss My Ass.
September 25, 2008 - Thursday
every note is right
Playing my 1965 C-1 Gibson classical that my father bought my mother for Christmas...played by nearly every member of my family, (except my father) including dearly departed Susan, but mostly by me, it was my main guitar for years. An odd choice I know, classical...but then there's Willie's Trigger.
Anyway, playing it this morning and every note seems right...
September 24, 2008 - Wednesday
Also my feet stink
Another unproductive session in the studio. No complete performances of songs. But the energy was there. A little over the top. Trying to achieve the phil spector wall of sound on a solo acoustic guitar. Mike, my former sound guy, told me save it for live performance...the studio is for getting things mistake free...
Also my feet stink.
That oughta count for something...
September 23, 2008 - Tuesday
don’t let me go down in flames
okay I got 56 minutes to get a few more views so like, don't.
read my song, Sailor...I wrote it in 1981...took about a minute for the lyrics, but the music took at least 15 years till I was more than satisfied and not just settling.
It's next...
SAILOR
A simple song packed with meaning...okay, if you're into meaning...
Maybe I'll just be a sailor
stay in my boat all day long
just let the wind
carry me along
carry me along
need no one to sail with me
or tell me I'm having fun
you are here with me
hiding in the sun
this is a song about living
this is a song about bein free
this is a song about the heaven in you and me
where we are free
(C)2008 T. Paige
September 22, 2008 - Monday
A WHITER SHADE OF PALIN
I SEE THE LIGHT SPANDANGLED
IT'S RUSSIA FROM MY DOOR
HE WAS FEELIN KIND OF SEA SICK
LIKE A PRISONER OF WAR
OBAMA HAD THEM VOTERS HOODWINKED
TURNING CARTEWHEELS ON THE FLOOR
I TOLD HIM JOHN, DON'T WORRY
I CAN GIVE THEM SO MUCH MORE
YOU SEE, THE TRUTH IS LESS ABHORRENT
THAN A WHITER SHADE OF PALIN...
Okay, it needs work...
SIGN UP FOR MY NEW CLASSES
BUYING A SUPREME COURT JUSTICE FOR DUMMIES, BY DON BLANKENSHIP
BAIL OUTS FOR DUMMIES
SONGWRITING FOR DUMMIES BY T. PAIGE DALPORTO
VICE-PRESIDENTIAL POLITICS FOR DUMBASSES,
BY SARAH PALIN
September 21, 2008 - Sunday
401 K for dreamers
Somehow this made sense to me this morning. I'll let you know when it does again...
Why I like songwriting.
At's the great thing about songs...and I don't think it's being used to it's fullest potential these days...you can get away with saying a lot more than you ordinarily would...without being thrown into jail...like 'overthrow the gubmint'. Which, if anyone wants to, be my guest...I could probably get some writing done...
And by the way, the actual music is pure, patriotic, American rockabilly...just your basic blues progression...
Soon as I can, I'll put it up...It's THAT good.
September 20, 2008 - Saturday
overthrow the gubmint
NEW SONG I'm still workin on it.
Gubmint Song
When in the hell, when in the hell
when in the hell you gonna get into
sit right there, ass in a chair
when in the hell you gonna get into it
Rock
Rock
Rock it till the beast is dead
Rock and roll and overthrow the gubmint.
Sing this song all day long
sing it till somebody get's into it.
MTR is a beast from hell
lookin for a another soul to enter in
Rock, rock
Rock it till the beast is dead
Rock and Roll and over throw the gubmint
Here comes Don, here comes Rainey
Blowin harder than a hurricane and it
looks like a hard rain's a gonna fall.
You can lie, you can bribe
don't ask why, everybody's doin it.
When in the hell, when in the hell, etc.
Rock, Rock
Rock it till the beast is dead
Rock and roll and overthrow the gubmint***
(C) 2008 T. PAIGE (not that anyone would steal it)
***George Bush's way of pronouncing 'government' when he wants to convince all the 'little' people he is one of them....not that he is, or ever has been or ever will be, or even wants to be...
Today is the 26th of September so I just wanted to wish all you stores that have hauled out your Christmas decorations already...Holiday Greed-ings. And Kiss My Ass.
September 25, 2008 - Thursday
every note is right
Playing my 1965 C-1 Gibson classical that my father bought my mother for Christmas...played by nearly every member of my family, (except my father) including dearly departed Susan, but mostly by me, it was my main guitar for years. An odd choice I know, classical...but then there's Willie's Trigger.
Anyway, playing it this morning and every note seems right...
September 24, 2008 - Wednesday
Also my feet stink
Another unproductive session in the studio. No complete performances of songs. But the energy was there. A little over the top. Trying to achieve the phil spector wall of sound on a solo acoustic guitar. Mike, my former sound guy, told me save it for live performance...the studio is for getting things mistake free...
Also my feet stink.
That oughta count for something...
September 23, 2008 - Tuesday
don’t let me go down in flames
okay I got 56 minutes to get a few more views so like, don't.
read my song, Sailor...I wrote it in 1981...took about a minute for the lyrics, but the music took at least 15 years till I was more than satisfied and not just settling.
It's next...
SAILOR
A simple song packed with meaning...okay, if you're into meaning...
Maybe I'll just be a sailor
stay in my boat all day long
just let the wind
carry me along
carry me along
need no one to sail with me
or tell me I'm having fun
you are here with me
hiding in the sun
this is a song about living
this is a song about bein free
this is a song about the heaven in you and me
where we are free
(C)2008 T. Paige
September 22, 2008 - Monday
A WHITER SHADE OF PALIN
I SEE THE LIGHT SPANDANGLED
IT'S RUSSIA FROM MY DOOR
HE WAS FEELIN KIND OF SEA SICK
LIKE A PRISONER OF WAR
OBAMA HAD THEM VOTERS HOODWINKED
TURNING CARTEWHEELS ON THE FLOOR
I TOLD HIM JOHN, DON'T WORRY
I CAN GIVE THEM SO MUCH MORE
YOU SEE, THE TRUTH IS LESS ABHORRENT
THAN A WHITER SHADE OF PALIN...
Okay, it needs work...
SIGN UP FOR MY NEW CLASSES
BUYING A SUPREME COURT JUSTICE FOR DUMMIES, BY DON BLANKENSHIP
BAIL OUTS FOR DUMMIES
SONGWRITING FOR DUMMIES BY T. PAIGE DALPORTO
VICE-PRESIDENTIAL POLITICS FOR DUMBASSES,
BY SARAH PALIN
September 21, 2008 - Sunday
401 K for dreamers
Somehow this made sense to me this morning. I'll let you know when it does again...
Why I like songwriting.
At's the great thing about songs...and I don't think it's being used to it's fullest potential these days...you can get away with saying a lot more than you ordinarily would...without being thrown into jail...like 'overthrow the gubmint'. Which, if anyone wants to, be my guest...I could probably get some writing done...
And by the way, the actual music is pure, patriotic, American rockabilly...just your basic blues progression...
Soon as I can, I'll put it up...It's THAT good.
September 20, 2008 - Saturday
overthrow the gubmint
NEW SONG I'm still workin on it.
Gubmint Song
When in the hell, when in the hell
when in the hell you gonna get into
sit right there, ass in a chair
when in the hell you gonna get into it
Rock
Rock
Rock it till the beast is dead
Rock and roll and overthrow the gubmint.
Sing this song all day long
sing it till somebody get's into it.
MTR is a beast from hell
lookin for a another soul to enter in
Rock, rock
Rock it till the beast is dead
Rock and Roll and over throw the gubmint
Here comes Don, here comes Rainey
Blowin harder than a hurricane and it
looks like a hard rain's a gonna fall.
You can lie, you can bribe
don't ask why, everybody's doin it.
When in the hell, when in the hell, etc.
Rock, Rock
Rock it till the beast is dead
Rock and roll and overthrow the gubmint***
(C) 2008 T. PAIGE (not that anyone would steal it)
***George Bush's way of pronouncing 'government' when he wants to convince all the 'little' people he is one of them....not that he is, or ever has been or ever will be, or even wants to be...
Sunday, July 6, 2008
I JUST DID A FLYOVER OF MTR SITES
AND BOY ARE MY ARMS TIRED.
BUT SERIOUSLY (ALMOST) FOLKS...SINCE THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE WHO BREAK DOWN AND CRY WHEN THEY DO THESE FLY OVERS IS SO LARGE, WHY DO WE NOT CALL THEM CRYOVERS INSTEAD OF FLYOVERS. SEEMS ONLY FITTING. CERTAINLY SUCH DESTRUCTION IS WORTH CRYING OVER.
I JUST DID A CRYOVER AND BOY ARE MY EYES TIRED, MY HEART IS BROKEN, AND MY ANGER IS KINDLED...
AND SON OF A BITCH IS THE CORRECT RESPONSE....
WHO DID THIS
BY
T. PAIGE DALPORTO
WENT TO THE MOUNTAIN
THE MOUNTAIN WAS GONE
NOTHIN LEFT BUT ROCK
I WAS WEEPIN ON
SAID WHO DID THIS
WHO DID THIS
SON OF A B-I-T-C-H WHO DID THIS
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LIGHT
LIGHT TRAVELS 186,000 MILES A SECOND. A LIGHT YEAR IS THE DISTANCE LIGHT TRAVELS IN A YEAR. THE FURTHEST STAR WE HAVE DETECTED IN THE UNIVERSE WITH OUR TELESCOPES IS 25 BILLION LIGHT YEARS AWAY. WHEN WE SEE THE LIGHT FROM THIS STAR WE ARE SEEING LIGHT THAT BEGAN IT'S JOURNEY MILLIONS OF YEARS AGO.
BEFORE THE BIG BANG WHAT WAS THERE? SCIENTISTS ARE DISCOVERING THAT THE BIG BANG DID OCURR AND IT WAS NO ORDINARY EXPLOSION, IN THAT IT CREATED INSTEAD OF DESTROYING BY DESIGN OUR UNIVERSE AND CAPACITY FOR LIFE.
THE BIBLE SPEAKS OF THE GOD WHO SPOKE THE WORLDS INTO EXISTENCE...
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June 30, 2008 - Monday
word play
We all know what the Nazi cure is
for when things become not secure.
So let us then be, rather, not secure
than Nazis.
stuff it, Dick
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June 29, 2008 - Sunday
MAYBE I'LL BE A SAILOR
TRY TO BE UNHAPPY.
GO AHEAD AND TRY. YOU WILL SEE THAT HAPPINESS OPERATES SOMEWHAT INDEPENDENTLY OF THE HUMAN WILL, EFFORT, AND REASON. HAPPINESS WILL APPEAR WITH OR WITHOUT YOU. IT JUST TAKES TIME. IN ITS OWN TIME.
MAYBE I'LL JUST BE A SAILOR
STAY IN MY BOAT ALL DAY LONG
JUST LET THE WIND CARRY ME ALONG
CARRY ME ALONG
NEED NO ONE TO SAIL WITH ME
OR TELL ME I'M HAVIN' FUN
YOU ARE HERE WITH ME
HIDING IN THE SUN
THIS IS A SONG ABOUT LIVIN
THIS IS A SONG ABOUT BEIN FREE
THIS IS A SONG ABOUT THE HEAVEN
IN YOU AND ME
WHERE WE ARE FREE.
T. PAIGE
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June 28, 2008 - Saturday
circles
You know what a cirlce is...something with it's head joined to it's ass.
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June 27, 2008 - Friday
FESTIYALL
FESTIYALL. YESSIREE. FESTIYALL. LOOK FOR IT NEXT YEAR.
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June 26, 2008 - Thursday
PRESS 3 FOR Festiv-ya’ll
LOOK FOR SIGNS OF MY NEW CREATION, "FESTIV-Y'ALL, IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE IN DOWNTOWN CHARLESTON. LOOK FOR THE 'PRESS 2 FOR SPANISH' SIGNS AT THE LIBRARY AND BUSTOP...I MAY GET ARRESTED.
NEXT YEAR'S FESTIVALL NEEDS TO INCLUDE A PORTION OF THE ACTIVIES AROUND APPALACHIAN AND APPALACHIANS, MOUNTAIN TOP REMOVAL, CELEBRATION OF THE MOUNTAINS, MOUNTAIN CULTURE, AND ALL THINGS UNIQUELY WEST VIRGINIAN....ALL AS PART OF FESTIV Y'ALL. SPREAD THE WORD.
ARE YOU LISTENING LARRY?
T. PAIGE RIDES AGAIN
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June 22, 2008 - Sunday
AMERICA IS A BIRD
THAT HAS FLOWN UP ITS OWN ASS.
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FirstofAll
Still think my idea of a First of All event is a good one, reminding people that first of all we are Mountaineers, that we are opposed to MTR, and that nothing else really matters quite as much as an end to the destruction of our state by out of state, out of control corporations.
I would be happy if Festivall would simply change it's name to FirstofAll and spread it's activities over all of W.Va. in the name of ending MTR.
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June 21, 2008 - Saturday
who’s watching
who's watching whose watching you?
Street lights, department stores, streets, McDonald's...who is watching you? And who is watching those bastards?
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AND BOY ARE MY ARMS TIRED.
BUT SERIOUSLY (ALMOST) FOLKS...SINCE THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE WHO BREAK DOWN AND CRY WHEN THEY DO THESE FLY OVERS IS SO LARGE, WHY DO WE NOT CALL THEM CRYOVERS INSTEAD OF FLYOVERS. SEEMS ONLY FITTING. CERTAINLY SUCH DESTRUCTION IS WORTH CRYING OVER.
I JUST DID A CRYOVER AND BOY ARE MY EYES TIRED, MY HEART IS BROKEN, AND MY ANGER IS KINDLED...
AND SON OF A BITCH IS THE CORRECT RESPONSE....
WHO DID THIS
BY
T. PAIGE DALPORTO
WENT TO THE MOUNTAIN
THE MOUNTAIN WAS GONE
NOTHIN LEFT BUT ROCK
I WAS WEEPIN ON
SAID WHO DID THIS
WHO DID THIS
SON OF A B-I-T-C-H WHO DID THIS
3:31 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
LIGHT
LIGHT TRAVELS 186,000 MILES A SECOND. A LIGHT YEAR IS THE DISTANCE LIGHT TRAVELS IN A YEAR. THE FURTHEST STAR WE HAVE DETECTED IN THE UNIVERSE WITH OUR TELESCOPES IS 25 BILLION LIGHT YEARS AWAY. WHEN WE SEE THE LIGHT FROM THIS STAR WE ARE SEEING LIGHT THAT BEGAN IT'S JOURNEY MILLIONS OF YEARS AGO.
BEFORE THE BIG BANG WHAT WAS THERE? SCIENTISTS ARE DISCOVERING THAT THE BIG BANG DID OCURR AND IT WAS NO ORDINARY EXPLOSION, IN THAT IT CREATED INSTEAD OF DESTROYING BY DESIGN OUR UNIVERSE AND CAPACITY FOR LIFE.
THE BIBLE SPEAKS OF THE GOD WHO SPOKE THE WORLDS INTO EXISTENCE...
10:21 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
June 30, 2008 - Monday
word play
We all know what the Nazi cure is
for when things become not secure.
So let us then be, rather, not secure
than Nazis.
stuff it, Dick
3:18 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
June 29, 2008 - Sunday
MAYBE I'LL BE A SAILOR
TRY TO BE UNHAPPY.
GO AHEAD AND TRY. YOU WILL SEE THAT HAPPINESS OPERATES SOMEWHAT INDEPENDENTLY OF THE HUMAN WILL, EFFORT, AND REASON. HAPPINESS WILL APPEAR WITH OR WITHOUT YOU. IT JUST TAKES TIME. IN ITS OWN TIME.
MAYBE I'LL JUST BE A SAILOR
STAY IN MY BOAT ALL DAY LONG
JUST LET THE WIND CARRY ME ALONG
CARRY ME ALONG
NEED NO ONE TO SAIL WITH ME
OR TELL ME I'M HAVIN' FUN
YOU ARE HERE WITH ME
HIDING IN THE SUN
THIS IS A SONG ABOUT LIVIN
THIS IS A SONG ABOUT BEIN FREE
THIS IS A SONG ABOUT THE HEAVEN
IN YOU AND ME
WHERE WE ARE FREE.
T. PAIGE
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June 28, 2008 - Saturday
circles
You know what a cirlce is...something with it's head joined to it's ass.
6:33 PM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
June 27, 2008 - Friday
FESTIYALL
FESTIYALL. YESSIREE. FESTIYALL. LOOK FOR IT NEXT YEAR.
8:47 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
June 26, 2008 - Thursday
PRESS 3 FOR Festiv-ya’ll
LOOK FOR SIGNS OF MY NEW CREATION, "FESTIV-Y'ALL, IF YOU HAPPEN TO BE IN DOWNTOWN CHARLESTON. LOOK FOR THE 'PRESS 2 FOR SPANISH' SIGNS AT THE LIBRARY AND BUSTOP...I MAY GET ARRESTED.
NEXT YEAR'S FESTIVALL NEEDS TO INCLUDE A PORTION OF THE ACTIVIES AROUND APPALACHIAN AND APPALACHIANS, MOUNTAIN TOP REMOVAL, CELEBRATION OF THE MOUNTAINS, MOUNTAIN CULTURE, AND ALL THINGS UNIQUELY WEST VIRGINIAN....ALL AS PART OF FESTIV Y'ALL. SPREAD THE WORD.
ARE YOU LISTENING LARRY?
T. PAIGE RIDES AGAIN
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June 22, 2008 - Sunday
AMERICA IS A BIRD
THAT HAS FLOWN UP ITS OWN ASS.
12:29 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
FirstofAll
Still think my idea of a First of All event is a good one, reminding people that first of all we are Mountaineers, that we are opposed to MTR, and that nothing else really matters quite as much as an end to the destruction of our state by out of state, out of control corporations.
I would be happy if Festivall would simply change it's name to FirstofAll and spread it's activities over all of W.Va. in the name of ending MTR.
9:41 AM - 0 Comments - 0 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove
June 21, 2008 - Saturday
who’s watching
who's watching whose watching you?
Street lights, department stores, streets, McDonald's...who is watching you? And who is watching those bastards?
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