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Lumpen

2011-09-06T09:09:00.001-07:00

lumpen by t. paige

Lumpen

T. Paige

Unholy fake foundation

Plague and humiliation

Subverting shoving simplification

Beyond the usual amplification, lies, fiction

Putrified, no justification

Outrageous rotten desecration in the nation and the state

No shame none

Wretchedness without a gram of redemption

Contemptuous indecent

Putrid, sickening stench fills the air

Despicable deplorable

Pathological

Unconscious

Stunted, warped, infantile

Human garbage dressed in suits

Parasites, that's fine with them

It's just another word for capitalist

Crooks, thieves impersonators phonies

Murderers, Liars, Cheats,

Tragedy, travesty, this circus, this college of killers blowing free

Celebrating their complicity

Rubbing our noses in their lack of accountability

Excuse

Exonerate

Glorified hucksters snake oil Lucksters

Embracing the lie

All the way to the site of higher learning

University sham big bucks, $$$, bam, bam, bam

Bottom Feeders disgraced kissing babies.

Burn the couches in the street

Celebrate but death!

Corrupt

Teach them Reagan's 80's voodoo doll dance

How to be Keatons, killers inured to horror all manner

From heaven to country road.

Mantra greed, 911 bullshit promises crapped on

Travesty aghast

Immunity impunity justice smashed

Incapable of introspection, reflection

Spewing patriotic vomit sewer logic

Wretched gagging choking puking putrefication

Syphilitic carcinogenic cancer faced empty souled soldiers

Smearing spouting swimming in sewage gutter garbage

Monstrosities miserable monument to your cankered gentialia

And all that happy, Hoppy horseshit while you eviscerate

And disembowel for pleasure, profit, vivesect

Pumping profound ignorant propaganda's guised

Unprincipled lies become at your pleasure and discretion

Equal to the words of the profit

Consumption equation

To your discredit and ultimate failure

Your pitiful worthless humanity

Lies rotting

Discarded soul not unlike

A shirt, a pair of shitty underwear.

Touch the beast if you believe

Homage to the monster

Homage to the daddy killers

Lump of human flesh

Lump of family members

Lump of crying brothers

Lump of sons

Lump of daughters

Lump of the silent bereaved

Who can not celebrate your victory

Over life

Over sanctity

Over decency

It's just a lump of fucking coal

Hawks Nest Tunnel Disaster: a song by T. Paige

2011-08-16T12:54:00.000-07:00

Country Road....T. Paige what happens after 30 years

2011-08-07T17:14:00.000-07:00

HENRY HILL

2011-07-18T23:36:00.000-07:00

Here's what you are afraid of----my music

2011-07-12T13:14:00.000-07:00

Mountain Heritage and Health Association Press Conference

2011-07-12T10:48:00.000-07:00

Always---from the vaults of T. Paige 1986

2011-07-04T12:15:00.000-07:00

what I am...New King James Revised Version

2011-07-04T12:05:00.000-07:00

Video by Paul C. Brown of T. Paige at Festivall

2011-07-04T12:03:00.000-07:00

This is The Great Wall by T Paige

2011-07-04T11:59:00.000-07:00

Kiss The Hills by T. Paige

2011-07-04T11:54:00.000-07:00

Positively 4th Street, cover and new bridge by T. Paige

2011-07-04T11:52:00.000-07:00

Video by Paul C. Brown of T. Paige at Festivall

2011-07-01T20:46:00.000-07:00

BUFFALO CREEK (C) 2010 T. PAIGE.flv

2011-06-18T10:32:00.000-07:00

T. Paige at STOP THE KABOOM fest in Berkley Springs, W.Va.

2011-05-03T14:52:00.000-07:00

Dead Osama Bin Laden song by T. Paige

2011-05-02T10:33:00.000-07:00

Member in good Squatting

2011-04-12T13:24:00.000-07:00

WHO DID THIS old song by T. Paige

2011-04-12T13:20:00.000-07:00

T. PAIGE: "EVERYBODY" ORIGINAL SONG

2011-04-12T09:14:00.000-07:00

The Pearl

2011-04-09T07:45:00.001-07:00

The Pearl

2011-04-09T07:45:00.000-07:00

Not ready for Amerikan Idle

2011-04-08T07:59:00.000-07:00

When You Go----Remembering 04/05/2010 the 29 miners of UBB

2011-04-04T21:59:00.000-07:00

Elliot Grace doing an original song at Charlton Heights hippie dome

2011-04-01T12:57:00.000-07:00

you are the one (C) 2011 t. paige

2011-03-31T14:21:00.000-07:00

Yeah, I lost it...no guitar was harmed in this scene...T. Paige Throws a Tantrum

2011-03-28T08:36:00.000-07:00

The Kid Said Life...T. Paige

2011-03-22T05:19:00.000-07:00

T. Paige rips off James Taylor, Bob Dylan, Woody Guthrie, Pete Seeger

2011-03-16T07:13:00.000-07:00

fire and rain.........

Bastards! Rock + Roll + Notify the Government ©2011 T. Paige

2011-03-08T13:39:00.000-08:00

Bastards! Rock + Roll + Notify the Government ©2011 T. Paige

2011-03-02T18:46:00.000-08:00

Bank Vault Baby original song by T. Paige (C) 2011 T. Paige

2011-02-26T09:44:00.000-08:00

PSALM 23---ORIGINAL MUSIC BY T. PAIGE

2011-02-25T17:21:00.000-08:00

Orchestra on Wheels (C) 2011 T. Paige

2011-02-25T11:54:00.000-08:00

FUEL

2011-02-25T10:45:00.000-08:00

Rock and Roll and Notify the Government, original song by t. paige

2011-02-24T20:48:00.000-08:00

The Pearl, original song by T. Paige

2011-02-22T19:30:00.000-08:00

AIN'T GONNA WORK Massey's Farm by T. Paige

2011-02-17T16:06:00.000-08:00

Rock and Roll and Notify the Government

2011-02-17T11:58:00.000-08:00

T. PAIGE BACK IN BOOMER ORIGINAL SONG

2011-02-17T11:43:00.000-08:00

Mariumishername by t. paige

2011-02-17T11:36:00.000-08:00

GagaNews © 2011 T. Paige

2011-02-17T11:30:00.000-08:00

WILLIE NELSON---A SONG I WROTE IN THE 80'S "OLD WILLIE"

2011-02-17T11:25:00.000-08:00

T. PAIGE "WHO DID THIS?"

2011-02-17T10:35:00.000-08:00

Walk Like Judy...Song for Judy Bonds by T. Paige

2011-02-17T09:34:00.000-08:00

A song for Judy Bonds...which Bo Webb asked me to write and sing at her Judy's memorial service in Beckley. I was too nervous to do it justice there...and it hadn't really settled in...here's how it should go...thanks Judy....

Just Can't Sing "Country Roads" Today....t. paige

2011-02-01T21:03:00.000-08:00

listening AND Tom T. Hall

2009-03-23T11:33:00.000-07:00

GOING THROUGH THE ARCHIVES IN MY MIND...HEARD THE OLD SONG BY TOM T. HALL ABOUT OLD DOGS AND WATERMELON WINE, REMEMBER??? AND I THOUGHT OF THIS ONE, WHICH I DUSTED OFF AND REVISED A LITTLE...

WRITTEN SEPTEMBER 1974
AGE 25
LOCATION: A BAR IN YORK BEACH MAINE

LISTENING

T. PAIGE

I SAT DOWN AT A TABLE
IN A BARROOM IN MAINE
JUST TO HEAR A JUKE BOX SONG
AND KEEP MY GUITAR OUT OF THE RAIN
MY SONG WAS ALMOST OVER
ABOUT A LOVE THAT COULD NEVER BE
I LOOKED UP FROM THE TABLE
AND THERE SHE WAS IN FRONT OF ME

SHE LOOKED OLD AND SHE LOOKED FRAGILE
WITH A WRINKLED LITTLE SMILE
AS SHE STEERED HERSELF TO MY CHAIR
LIKE I WAS HER LONG LOST CHILD
I WASN'T EVEN FREINDLY
EVEN THOUGH I TRIED
JUST SO SHE WOULD GO AWAY AND LEAVE ME
MY MIND WAS OCCUPIED

SHE RAN HER FINGERS
THROUGH MY HAIR
LIKE I WAS HER OWN BABY BOY.

WELL OUTSIDE HER OLD MAN WAITED
PATIENT AS A SAINT
INSIDE I BARELY HEARD A WORD SHE SAID,
HER VOICE WAS TOO DAMNED FAINT
I KNOW NOW WHAT SHE WAS SAYING
AWW, BUT WHO CAN EVER TELL
BUT WHEN SHE RAN HER FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR
I KNEW SOMEHOW JUST HOW SHE FELT

SHE RAN HER FINGERS THROUGH MY HAIR
LIKE I WAS HER OWN BABY BOY.

AND WHEN MY SONG WAS OVER
SHE WAS GONE

AND I WAS HER OWN BABY BOY.

(c) 2009 T. PAIGE

IT'S UNBELIEVABLY SIMILAR TO TOM T.'S BUT I BELIEVE I WROTE MINE FIRST...OR AT LEAST BEFORE I HEARD HIS....

LETTER TO DON SURBER @ THE CHARLESTON DAILY MAIL

2009-03-07T07:16:00.000-08:00

T. Paige DalportoPO Box 96Charlton HeightsWV 25040304 549-0332Dear Mr. Suber, I have listened to the voluble RL and his Flatulence in Broadcasting Nutwork spew his disenchantment with the left for 15 years...since the first George Bush. Rush is smart enough to know that the only way to get across his real message is to couch it in terms that are easier to swallow than his true objectives. That is absolute and tee-total demolition of the Democratic Party. He absolutely cannot stand liberals, democrats, Bill and Hillary, and anyone who disagrees with his view of a great and undefiled America. Rush is an ‘ends justifies the means’ kinda guy. In other words he can say one thing and actually believe and want the total opposite. Another tool in his bag of tricks is counter-accusation. And accusing your enemy of doing or saying or promoting what you are most guilty of. RL is, in psychological terms, dissociative: the type of personality that absolutely could not function without someone to stand in as The Enemy. He spends at least 80% of his radio program talking about these people who are the problem, who are all that is wrong with America. Granted he’s got a ton of material work with. Because none of us are perfect. And liberals can be just as useless as anybody when it comes to screwing up. But, while we are all focused on The Enemy "out there" the real culprit has a field day robbing us blind.For some reason we live in an age of extremes...we even love the word Extreme. It’s a great marketing tool. It’s entertaining and captivating to hear someone rant and rave extremism, either left or right, on the radio for 3 hours a day. But it’s not a good way to run a country. I have come to see the middle as the proper political place to be. Imagine a straight line. At the ends are the extreme left and the extreme right. You can say that the right end is all that has been before, and the left is all that is to come, or may come. And the voices at these two ends argue with each other over who will lead. But when the point in the middle of this flat line rises up, what you eventually have, when the middle is elevated to it’s proper height, is a pyramid. Now the middle has become the top. From the top of the pyramid you can see all around you and make good decisions about where the country should go, viewing both the past and the future. If we live and believe as Rush does we will never get off the ground. We will continue to be flat liners mired in this attack-counter-attack mode, spending all our time arguing with Rush and other ideologues over turf. When what we needed to be doing was scaling the heights. Republicans and Democrats both talk a good game. But what they actually end up doing to achieve these goals is in total opposition to their own stated goals. It’s called hypocrisy. The human corruptibility factor. And we are all susceptible to it. "Boy, if we could just implement our plan without that human factor of fallibility, why the country would grow by leaps and bounds and be a veritable heaven on earth. It says so right here in our Plan. If we could just get those other guys either on board or out of the way." And so I add this: A human pyramid should not crush the people on the bottom. That, unfortunately, is not the case today.
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March 6, 2009 - Friday
"Choose
a thought that is worthy of your brain...."T. Paige
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March 6, 2009 - Friday
The English Language called
and it wants its word back. It says you've had it long enough. Find another way to express whatever it was you were trying to say. Consult your Thesaurus. "Cool""Gay""Man"Thanks, T.E.L.
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March 5, 2009 - Thursday
Upside of a downturn
Can you imagine what will happen when parents can no longer afford video games?The kids will hit the streets in great numbers.The kids will have to create their own fun.The kids will have to develop an imagination. It's great to be 60 years old and make these kinds of pronouncements.
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March 2, 2009 - Monday
I think many people
are turned off by religion....
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February 28, 2009 - Saturday
average 3 viewers a day!!!! whoppeee
due to the economic downturn, i am looking for a buyer for this myspace page. what you get---147 myspace "friends"...including Richard Nixon, Peewee Herman, Barney...3 acres of blog and all it's apertuances, and all the clever things I have written...one dell computermyspace jukebox with 5 of my songs on it...smiley faces galore average 3 blog viewers a daayayyyayayayayayayyaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
make an offer.
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February 27, 2009 - Friday
SONG
MARIUM I GOT A GAL MARIUM IS HER NAMEI GOT A GAL MARIUM IS HER NAMEMARIUM, MARIUM,MARIUM, MARIUM WILL YOU MARRY ME. YOU WERE YOUNG AND LIKELY TO FORGET PROMISES THAT YOU NEVER KEPTMARIUM, MARIUM MARIUM, MARIUM WILL YOU MARRY ME. LISTEN FOR THE PEEPERS IN THE CREEKTELLIN US THAT IT'S TIME TO MEET.SNEAK OUT LATE, WE'LL GO FOR A RIDELOOKIN FOR A PLACE WHERE WE CAN HIDE DASHBOARD LIGHTS THE ONLY LIGHT WE SEEDOWN BELOW A TOWN SLEEPS PEACEFULLY LOOKIN DOWN THE BARREL OF A GUNPAPA SAY STAY AWAY FROM MARIUM MARIUM, MARIUM,MARIUM, MARIUM WILL YOU MARRY ME.

(c) 2009 T. PAIGE

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February 27, 2009 - Friday
There is an element of insanity
in all religionbut the gift of Godis a sound mind....
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February 11, 2009 - Wednesday
picture taker
by t. paige dozers on the mountain goin up in flamesi don't know who did itbut if i did i wouldn't name no namesbut it was someone who was tiredof these strip mine companiestearin up our mountains our rivers and our streamswell it could a been someone standin next to youwho finally had his fillcould a been that little old lady takin that high blood pillsomeone who lost his pensionsomeone who lost his mindsomeone who lost everything he hadyou know it happens all the timeor maybe it was the picture taker yes i was on that mountain when it all went up in flamesand i took me a couple picturesif it's me you want to blamei'll show you my picture albumewith every frame i shotleave it up for you to decideam i guilty or am i notwas it the picture taker? no i ain't advocatini'm a peace lovin mani'm a law abiding citizeni hope you understand well it could a been someone standin next to youwho finally had his fillcould a been that little old lady takin that high blood pillcould a been the ghost of some civil war soldierlightnin or smokin joe fraziersomeone who lost his pensionsomeone who lost his mindsomeone who lost everything he hadyou know it happens all the timeor maybe it was the picture taker... (C) 2009 T. Paige
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February 23, 2009 - Monday
song set
In Our TimeT. Paige God will walk beside usTrees will lean to guide usMystery is illuminedAt last we become humanOlive branches fill the airTill doves of peace hover thereIn our time. Then I wake to find usWhen we were behind usCould this be the finishWhen we were just beginningWill olive branches fill the airWill doves of perfect peace appearIn our time? (C) 2009 T. Paige
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MOUNTAINS COMING DOWN

2009-02-07T21:10:00.001-08:00

January 24, 2009 - Saturday

This is a call to the great songwriters of the 60's and 70's to respond to MTR. I plan to sing it Tuesday at a planned protest in Boone county....Fire and Rain
T. Paige
I ain’t seen fire and I ain’t seen rain
but I seen the mountains coming down
No, I ain’t seen fire and I ain’t seen rain
See the mountains coming down
Brother Taylor where are you now?
Brother Taylor are you with me now?
See the mountains coming down.
How many dead in Ohio?
See the mountains coming down
Massey why'd you build that coal silo near a school, like a fool
see the mountains coming down
Brother Young where are you now
Brother Young are you with me now?
See the mountains coming down?
Something happening, happening here
See the mountains coming down
Goin down now for many a year
Mountains coming down
Brother Stills where are you now
Brother Stills are you with me now
See the mountains coming down.
How many years can a mountain exist?
See the mountains coming down
This land was YOUR land before it was his
See the mountains coming down
Brother Dylan where are you now
Brother Guthrie are you with me now?
See the mountains coming down.
(C) 2009 T. Paige

I jumped

2009-02-07T21:07:00.000-08:00

January 17, 2009 - Saturday

Given a choice between a burning inferno and a 100 story jump...I believe I made the right decision to jump....it was a beautiful fall day, a good day for a fall, you could say...not a cloud in the sky, the air was fresh and clear and clean, and back there it was full of smoke...a good decision...not a helicopter in sight, no chance of rescue, flames and smoke licking at my ass...there was no going back...and haven’t you ever wanted to fly like and eagle..this in a sense was my wings. Haven’t you ever wondered what it was like...to heed those voices that tell you to jump when you’re standing on a ledge or a cliff somewhere, there are people who do this for sport, of course they have the benefit of a parachute, but only about half way down do I think of that, with the wind in my face, it almost feels like flying, and the ground rushing up getting closer I do get cold feet so to speak, but I quickly realize the death will be instantenous, no pain...I have made the right decision. I jumped.

it's fun to control others

2009-02-07T21:05:00.001-08:00

January 11, 2009 - Sunday

The US is in danger of being run by mentally sick people. People who want power and control of your life because they have none over their own. Anti-smoking people fit this description. I asked myself why? Why does anyone perpetrate the hoax of second hand smoke on millions of people....The answer: Why does water run down hill? Sick people do sick things to healthy people, because they are jealous of their health. And for a lot of sick people, a good way to get to healthy people is politics...just like pedophiles become teachers, boy scout leaders, etc. There is evidence of this everywhere... http://www.forces.org/evidence/files/pas-smok.htm

AWW HONEY MY BUTTON'S BROKEN

2009-02-07T21:04:00.001-08:00

I'M SORRY...I KNOW I HAVEN'T WRITTEN, IT JUST KINDA SLIPPED MY MIND. BEFORE YOU START ON THAT TIRADE LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I MEAN. DON'T YOU THINK? I KNOW IT'S HARD FOR YOU BEING MARRIED TO AN SOB LIKE ME, I'M SURE THERE'S PLENTY OF GUYS THAT WOULD JUST LOVE TO BE IN MY SHOES. I CAN'T THINK OF A SINGLE ONE IN HIS RIGHT MIND RIGHT NOW, BUT IT'LL COME TO ME, WHICH IS THE CRUX OF THE MATTER. SOMETIMES I JUST FORGET. I DON'T DO IT ON PURPOSE. IT'S THAT DAMNED CRS. CAN'T REMEMBER STUFF. I'VE GOT IT BAD. MAYBE IT'S THE ROLAIDS. MAYBE I SHOULD START TAKING THE WRAPPER OFF BEFORE I EAT THEM. THAT WOULD CUT DOWN ON THE ALUMINUM CONTENT. IT'S JUST SO DIFFICULT LIVING WITH A PERSON THAT IS THE PERSONIFICATION OF EVIL, I MEAN PERFECTION THAT YOU ARE...I GUESS IT'S ALL OVER. I'LL JUST HAVE TO ADJUST TO LIVING WITHOUT YOU. I THINK I CAN HANDLE THE GRIEF. AFTER ALL IT'S JUST GRIEF. THERE'S GRIEF AND THEN THERE'S GRIEF AND YOU GIVE ME PLENTY. SO...WHAT WAS IT AGAIN THAT THAT I DID WRONG? IT'LL COME TO ME...JUST GIVE YOU A MINUTE....I CAN'T PROMISE YOU I'LL GET BETTER BECAUSE I'M FUNCTIONING AT FULL CAPACITY RIGHT NOW. AND MY "MAKE IMPROVEMENTS ON A LIFE RIDDLED WITH FLAWS" IS BROKEN. SORRY. I LOOOOOVE YOU....DON'T BE HARSH...LOL. THAT'S A GOOD ONE. BYE NOW.

valentine's day idea

2009-02-07T21:03:00.000-08:00

PERFUME FOR THE LADY
MY WIFE COMPLAINS ABOUT SCENTED PRODUCTS A LOT. I MEAN A LOT...IF SHE SMELLS SOMETHING SCENTED ON ME OR THE LAUNDRY, SAY...SHE GOES BALLISTIC. SO FOR HER BIRTHDAY I GOT HER SOME UNSCENTED PERFUME. AND SHE LOVED IT. I AM SO THOUGHTFUL.

2009-02-07T21:02:00.001-08:00

2009-02-07T21:01:00.001-08:00

January 9, 2009 - Friday
DO YOU WET THE BED?
THE ANNOUNCER WAS ASKING IF I, THE LISTENER, HAD TO GET OUT OF BED TO URINATE. DUH! NO I JUST PISS THE BED. JEEZ! SOME PEOPLE CLAIM THAT ANTACIDS MIGHT BE CAUSING ALZHEIMERS BECAUSE OF THE ALUMINUM CONTENT. I'M LIKE, WELL EINSTEIN, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TAKE THEM OUT OF THE WRAPPER BEFORE YOU TAKE THEM....I MEAN C'MON!

2009-02-07T20:59:00.000-08:00

CHOICES
BETWEEN THE MEDS AND COLOR TV...THATS A TOUGHIE

I DO BELIEVE WE ARE IN A TOUGH SPOT. JUST FROM A PURELY SUBJECTIVE VIEW POINT, ONE PROBLEM I SEE FROM MY EXPERIENCE...IT IS HARD TO GET ANYBODY TO OPEN UP BEYOND THEIR OWN CIRCLE...WE HAVE BECOME CLOSED OFF TO ONE ANOTHER. HELPING OTHERS IS OUT OF FASHION...WE ARE NOT OUR BROTHER'S KEEPER ANY MORE. THE WAY I HAVE BEEN TREATED PERSONALLY, THAT IS IGNORED WHEN I REACH OUT, IS NOTHING SHORT OF AMAZING...IT'S HARD TO GET ANYONE TO RESPOND TO THE MOST ELEMENTAL REQUEST.

THIS TO ME SHOWS THE LACK OF CIVILITY THAT IS AT THE CORE OF HUMAN RELATIONS WHEN THEY ARE HEALTHY. THIS COUNTRY'S FOCUS ON GETTING WHAT'S MINE AND MY GROUP'S, MY ETHNICITY, AND HOORAY FOR OUR SIDE MENTALITY THAT STARTED IN THE 70'S HAS DEBASED OUR LAND AS MORE AND MORE GROUPS BORROWED THE IDEAS FROM THE LEGITIMATE STRUGGLE FOR HUMAN RIGHTS FROM AFRICAN AMERICANS AND DEBASED IT INTO A FREE FOR ALL TO EVERY ONE WITH THE SLIGHTEST CHIP ON HIS SHOULDER.

PSYCHOLOGISTS OF THE DAY ALSO SPREAD THIS MENTALITY FAR AND WIDE. THAT I NEED TO THINK OF MYSELF FIRST. WHICH IS GREAT ADVICE FOR THOSE IN NEED. BUT WHEN IT IS APPLIED TO THE GENERAL HEALTHY POPULATION IT BECOMES VERY DESTRUCTIVE. BLAME IT ON SELF HELP BOOKS. MOST PEOPLE CAN AFFORD TO BE MORE GENEROUS BUT THEY ARE ADVISED AGAINST IT. IT'S A WALLED OFF SOCIETY, EACH PERSON IS SHUT OFF TO OUTSIDERS. WE HAVE FORGOTTEN AND FORSAKEN THE LARGER TRUTHS IN EXCHANGE FOR WHAT IS TRUTH ON A SMALL SCALE. I.E. THIS IS TRUE FOR ME AND IMPORTANT TO ME, SO IT IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AND DESERVES JUST AS MUCH ATTENTION AS THIS LARGER TRUTH.

I'VE GOT THIS BLISTER ON MY FINGER AND TO HELL WITH THE CANCER PATIENT. IT IS A CONFUSION OF PRIORITIES SPREAD BY THE PRACTITIONERS OF PSYCHOBABBLE. STRAINING AT A GNAT AND SWALLOWING A CAMEL. THEY HAVE THEIR TRUTH AND ONLY WISH TO ENLIGHTEN AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE WHO WILL BUY THEIR BOOK, NOW IN PAPERBACK.

AND DID I MENTION THE MEAN PEOPLE ON TALK RADIO? THESE PEOPLE ARE EXCELLENT TALKERS AND THEY ARE GREAT AT BLAMING THE OTHER SIDE FOR WHAT THEY THEMSELVES ARE GUILTY OF. IT'S A VERY OLD SALES GIMMICK...PRESENT YOUR PRODUCTS GREATEST WEAKNESS AS ITS STRENGTH. NO ONE WILL DARE CALL YOU ON IT.

bombs over appalachia

2009-02-07T20:56:00.001-08:00

bombs over appalachia
For someone to be as dispassionate and cool as Don Blankenship is should set off alarm bells. To maintain this facade of impeccable calm and reasonability borders on insanity in the face of the destruction that has been unleashed on our state. There is a reason I call fly over's "cry over's." That reason is that people usually come back from these fly overs with many, many tears flowing from what they have witnessed from the air. What did they see? Was it Hiroshima? No, but the megatonnage is equivalent, just the target is different. I have also said that this is the second time war has been declared on West Virginia. The first was in the 20's during the mine wars, when planes were sent to drop bombs on our people. Think about it, the only state in the union that has been bombed by it's own country...twice.

2009-02-07T20:54:00.000-08:00

DON BLANKENSHIP BLATHERS ON
HOPPY KERCHEVAL, 58 WCHS, TALK LINE,

To give coal's top henchman, Don Blankenship a forum for his self deluded views and come off as some kind of reasonable mild mannered clark kent has to be a low point and ironic beyond belief. Finally the national media are asking questions like 'what the hell are they doing to the environment', these mild mannered reasonable businessmen. And yet We are not. Still.
It's a low point in human history. Even the amazon will grow back....nothing will ever grow here again period. Until the end of history. We can thank mild mannered cool, calculating, deluded, people everywhere for that.
Examine the disparity, if you will, between what Clark Kent says and how he acts and what he does. If, every time he speaks, you picture in your mind the devastation he hand his cronies have wreaked upon us, you get the picture. One areial photo of miles and miles of devastated mountains is worth a thousand words of propaganda...

Unfortunately I didn't hear the whole thing...or fortuantely. I did hear Don Blankenship complain about socialist tendencies in government and then 2 minutes later assert that coal to liquids needed govt assistance so that these huge corporate interests could be guaranteed a profit. That's true both sides of the mouth speak capitalism. I guess it's okay for the big boys and the rich boys if they are the ones that get the benefits of socialism....but not if people in need, average citizens get it...outrageous to the point of obscenity.

I wish someone would guarantee me a profit at my songwriting.

Hell, I might become a better businessman. Hell, I might even become a prophet...

2009-02-07T20:42:00.000-08:00

IF YOU LET ME MAKE ME FAMOUS
IT'S A STRANGE SONG, I MUST ADMIT.
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Famous

If you let me make you famous
If you let me make you famous
I'll take you to my basement.
The secrets I will show to you
The world is mine to give to you.

If you let me make you famous.

If you let me make you famous
the world will hold you blameless
bullets will bounce off of you
all will love the little Jew
If you let me make you famous.

If you let me make you famous
Oh sacred heart of Jesus
They'll see your image everywhere
in mushroom clouds in the air

If you let me make you famous.
If I let you make me famous
Get behind me Satan
Oprah, Barbara Walters, too
Camera lights kiss-kiss, boo-hoo.

If I let you make me famous.

If I let you make me famous
How could you be so brainless
How I love this perfect life
Three kids, a dog and loving wife

If I let you make me famous.
If I let you make me famous.
If you let me make you famous.
(C) 2009 T. Paige

February 6, 2009 - Friday
here's my nifty solution to the problem

February 5, 2009 - Thursday
SUSAN'S SONG

Was thinking of my sister, Susan Dalporto ..
who died March 31, 1990when I wrote this. It doesn't do her justice, of course...just the thought, she was the least critical of me and I'd like to still have her around to talk to her on one of these new fangled cell phones...unfortunately, heaven is still out of range...

Let It Rain

Sittin in the rain tryin to write a song
every little thing I try to write is wrong
Rain drops fallin on my window pane
could it be they're tellin me, 'okay'
everything's gonna be okay
let it rain down on melet it rain.
I wish there was a way to call you on the phone
if heaven had a gate
I'd put you on the throne
Rain drops fallin on my window pane
could it be they're tellin me, 'okay'
everything's gonna be okay
let it rain down on melet it rain.

Suzie she is gone
like a bird that's flown
Lord, I rue the dayI left her all alone
Rain drops fallin on my window pain
could it be you're tellin me, 'okay'
everything's gonna be okay
let it rain down on melet it rain.
(C) 2009 T. Paige..

February 5, 2009 - Thursday
GOT SO MANY HITS THE OTHER DAY
WONDERED WHYthought it might a been this songbein checked out byMASSEY'S SPIESSO HERE YOU ARE LADIES AND GENTS IN ITS ORIGINAL AND ENTIRETY DRUM ROLL PLEASE Massey's Farm I ain't gonna work on Massey's farm no moreI ain't gonna work on Massey's farm no moreHe hands you a nickel, he hands you a dimeHe asks you with a grin, if you're having a good timeThen he builds a silo near the kids next doorI ain't gonna work on Massey's farm no more.I ain't gonna work for Massey's Ma no moreI ain't gonna work for Massey's Ma no moreShe sits down at your table Sticks her fork in your eyeShe's always got her hand out, for a bigger piece of pieShe's the last to leave and the first to ask for moreI ain't gonna work for Massey's Ma no more.I ain't gonna be no Massey Friend no moreI ain't gonna be no Massey Friend no moreHe puts up a billboard says, "coal yesirree!I'm clean and I'm neutral!" and if you disagreeHe'll sue your ass just for sport.I ain't gonna be no Massey Friend no more.I ain't gonna work for Massey's mine no moreI ain't gonna work for Massey's mine no moreHe pollutes the water, he pollutes the streamsHe blows up the mountains and the American dreamA team of lawyers scrubs his floorI ain't gonna work for Massey's mine no more.(C)2009 T. Paige

February 4, 2009 - Wednesday
Protesting Massey is Fun!
I was still jacked up at bed time last night from the protest rally at Massey Coal's mine in Boone County, organized by Coal River Mountain Watch. Judy Bonds asked me to come and do a couple numbers of my own, so I wrote two...Massey's Farm, and Fire and Rain....which I sang along with many others. At the end we all sang Amazing Grace, the time honored/traditional words taking on new meaning in context of all the crap that is going on in the coal fields and our mountains. It was a Woody Guthrie moment for me...these are my people...they are my audience...they are who I write for, sing, protest, whatever...for...I felt blessed to be a part of it, and to be using my music in such a positive way for such a good cause...like the Lord was telling me...THIS is what I had in mind for your music...

February 1, 2009 - Sunday
Boy am I glad
I don't spend all my time on that 'other' place. I'm picking my nose right now and I just don't think that would go over too good from a prospective employer's point of view. Facebook etiquetteMany people have questions about "netiquette," or etiquette while social networking on the World Wide Web. Like every other hot topic, there are groups set up on the Facebook site where users can post suggestions for proper Facebooking.Here are a few of the postings by members of the group:
Online presence profiling, especially online social networking with Facebook, is becoming more common as schools and employers screen potential employees and scholarship recipients in yet one more category in their selection process. Proper etiquette is especially important for teenagers and students who are often too casual in their online social networking, with emphasis on Facebook as a dominant player in the market.
Avoid negativity, especially with feelings and anything about other people.
No swearing.
Learn to say no to invitations ("Friends," "Applications," "Groups," certain events not good to publicize).
Only have "Friends" you've met in person, and purge your list a few times a year as friendships fade.
Have people in front of whom you need to behave among your Facebook friends as "designated monitors."
Do not list personal contact information (address, phone number, birth year, specific job locations like store).
Don't update your status more than a few times a day, avoiding statuses directed at one or few people.
Defend your "Wall" by deleting inappropriate comments or counter with reply if you don't want to delete.
Minimize tagging to let people tag themselves in photos, and don't tag anyone in unflattering ways. Keep tagged photos of yourself under 200; "untag" the less flattering and inappropriate ones.
Be selective where you comment, expecting it to be public, and what you comment for proper manners.
Control privacy setting each time you post something, sharing "Only with Friends" most of the time.
Check details of "Groups" and "Fan Pages" before you join, especially for authenticity.
Don't start, join or invite others to groups or pages with news or names withheld by media or law, until after release.
Occasionally, ask someone for an honest impression they get from your profile and fix it till you're happy.
If you do "inappropriate" things on Facebook, come back and delete them later to minimize visibility and damage. Don't get caught up in other people's inappropriate behavior.
Treat your Facebook profile and activity like an informal résumé or media image of yourself, because it is. Reach Sara Busse at

January 31, 2009 - Saturday

Short poem, writ large

I am many things
but you can call me
The Mirror.

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January 31, 2009 - Saturday
HE
IS A FINE PSYCHOLOGICAL SPECIEMEN...
HOW COME YOU NEVER HEAR THAT?

george bush cheerleader in chief

2008-10-30T14:47:00.000-07:00

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.

2008-10-23T09:25:00.000-07:00

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.

Fool Me

2008-10-23T07:34:00.000-07:00

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.

I coulda told you that

2008-10-03T20:57:00.000-07:00

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?

Palin, Blankenship, A Whiter Shade of Gubmint

2008-09-26T19:58:00.000-07:00

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...

2008-07-06T19:48:00.001-07:00

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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help me find this person

2007-10-01T20:23:00.001-07:00

Looking for the girl from Bangor Maine
little help.

It was 1974. I was 24. I had been living in Bangor Maine doing construction work and had made some friends that went to the local church and hung out at the homeless men's shelter. After I left Bangor to go anywhere but Bangor, I ended up in a town on the coast of Maine in the Kennebunkport area. Wells Beach Maine. Not much of a beach. Little tourist town. I got a job there building some rich person's house on the beach. I was pretty much an unskilled worker and there didn't really seem to be that much for me to do. One weekend I goes back to Bangor to retrieve something I left there. And I left a lot...not materially of course because I didn't have anything except my clothes and a guitar. Nuts really. But during my visit back to Bangor as I was leaving one of my friends told me that a tall girl with long blond hair from California had come through town asking people about me. That's all I know. The rest is something that has remained a mystery all these years. Who was she? Why did she come to Bangor Maine looking for me. Was it someone I knew or a friend of a friend? Anybody know the answers to any of these questions, or just know anyone in Bangor Maine or anything about Bangor, feel free to help out. It would be interesting to find if the age of the internet really does have any useful purpose as far as finding people. I remember so many people from Bangor but can only recall a couple of names. Maurice and Lew. Ha, ha. Not much to go on I know....

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2007-08-15T12:08:00.000-07:00

Tuesday, August 14, 2007
LET YOUR YES'S
BE YES'S
AND YOUR NO'S
BE NOSES

IMAGINARY CONVERSATIONS I HAVE HAD
THINGS THAT HAVE SLIPPED MY MIND
I CONJURE UP EMOTIONS
THAT DISSAPPEAR LIKE THE DEW
THINGS LIKE SLEEPING WITH MY 17 MONTH OLD SON
AND WAKING WITH THE FAINT SMELL OF URINE
PRESENT IN MY NOSTRILS THE WHOLE DAY

THINGS LIKE WIPING THE BATHROOM FLOOR
WITH A RAG ON MY FOOT
AND HOW WILL I GET EVERYTHING DONE
THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE

AND THE DAYS I WANDERED
EVEN ON SATURDAY NIGHTS, ALONE
RESIGNED TO BEING A LONER
WHEN I WAS ANYTHING BUT
BUT JUST UNABLE TO BREAK OUT
OF MY PRISON/SHELL OF ALONE-NESS

TRYING TO MAKE MY OWN WAY
USELESSLY
FALLING BACK ON THE COMFORT AND AID
OF THE 'ENEMY', MY FAMILY.

AND ONLY THEN FINDING
PEACE
NOT WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR
BUT PEACE
AT LEAST, PEACE,
ACCEPTING THEIR LOVE
FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YEARS

REALIZING
THEIR LOVE WAS TRUER
THAN THE LOVE I WAS SEEKING
OUT THERE

REALIZING
THEY WOULD STAND UP FOR ME
STAND BY ME
WHEN THE REST HEADED FOR THE TALL GRASS...

A LITTLE LATE, YES,
A LONG TIME COMING, YES
BUT, YES, IT'S GOOD TO BE HOME.

AND I FIND MYSELF GOING BACK TO THAT FLORIDA MOTEL ROOM
SITTING UP IN BED
WEARING MY GREEK FISHERMAN'S HAT
THE ONE THAT MADE ME THINK SOMEHOW
OF ALL THAT WAS IMPOSSIBLE BEING POSSIBLE

ALL THAT WAS IMPOSSIBLE
IS STILL IMPOSSIBLE
BUT IS IT POSSIBLE TO THINK OF THE IMPOSSIBLE
BEING POSSIBLE
EVEN IF YOU KNOW IT WILL NEVER BE ACHEIVED

CAN YOU EVEN THINK IT! WITHOUT WORRYING ABOUT THE OUTCOME?
LETTING MYSELF HAVE MY WISHES
WITHOUT FEAR OR ANXIETY OVER WHETHER OR
NOT THEY WERE PRACTICAL OR REALISTIC
TRYING TO SHUT DOWN THE NO IN MY BRAIN
FOR JUST A MOMENT AND LET MYSELF
SLIP INTO ACCEPTANCE OF THIS TYPE OF THINKING
WITHOUT THE DOOR BEING SLAMMED SHUT
AS SOON AS I DARE THINK OF HAVING WHAT I DREAM OF
BEFORE I EVEN HAVE A CHANCE TO ENTERTAIN THE POSSIBILITY
THINKING, DREAMING, WISHING, WITHOUT COUNTING
CALCULATION SPOILING
EVEN THE THOUGHT

OH, I WISH I HAD A------------
OR EVEN AN--------------
LOVE
JOY
PEACE
A COUPLE HITS ON THE HIT PARADE
FUN
PEOPLE WHO ARE FRIENDLY
IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WISH FOR
EXACTLY
IT'S JUST BEING ABLE TO DO SO WITHOUT
WORRYING ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES
THE IMPRACTICALITY...ETC.

STATE SONG

AND SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO
THE PEARL

EGYPTIAN GEM WANTS TO HAUL MY HEAVEN AWAY
BUT THE EARTH IS THE LORD'S AND HIS IT'S GONNA STAY
BUT LORD, IT JUST AIN'T RIGHT
SO I PRAY WITH ALL MY MIGHT
LORD DON'T LET 'EM TAKE MY HEAVEN AWAY
NO, LORD! DON'T LET 'EM HAUL MY HEAVEN AWAY.

CORPORAPERS WANNA MESS OUR HAPPY HOME
WE NEED TO ALL GET TOGETHER TELL EM LEAVE OUR HEAVEN ALONE
BOYS ARE YOU READY TO FIGHT.
NO WORDS GONNA MAKE IT RIGHT
YOU CAN'T DISCUSS NEGOTIATIONS
WITH THE BUSINESS END OF A GUN
AIN'T NO NEGOTIATIN' WITH THE BUSINESS END
OF A GUN.

MY MAMMA TOLD SON W.VA. IS YOUR PEARL
AIN'T NO OTHER PLACE LIKE IT NO WHERE ELSE IN THIS WORLD
AND MASSEY'S GONNA HAVE A FIGHT
IF THEY THINK THEY CAN ROB US BLIND
TAKE AWAY OUR MOUNTAINS AND STEAL OUR PRECIOUS
PEARL.

I LIKE TEXAS AND I LIKE TENNESSEE
BUT WHEN YOU'RE TALKIN' W.VA.
THAT'S WHEN YOU'RE TALKING TO ME
BUDDY DON'T YOU PUT HER DOWN
THERE'S MORE THAN COAL IN THE GROUND
THERE'S BLOOD IN THE SOIL THAT'S WHERE THEY'LL BURY ME.

THESE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS JUST AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE
STRECHING OUT INTO THE DISTANCE LORD HOW
THEY BECKON ME
I CAN HEAR EM WHEN I LAY ME DOWN
MASSEY DON'T YOU COME AROUND
BEFORE YOU MESS WITH MY MOUNTAINS
YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO MESS WITH ME
SAY YOU MESS WITH MY MOUNTAINS
YOUR GONNA HAVE TO BURY ME.

MASSEY DON'T YOU PUT HER DOWN
THERE'S MORE THAN COAL IN THE GROUND
THERE'S BLOOD IN THE SOIL, THAT'S WHERE
THEY'LL BURY ME...

T. PAIGE
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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.

Please check back later for details.
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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.

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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.

The flags flew at half mast today

2007-04-24T20:41:00.000-07:00

The flags flew at half mast today

When the flags go down
sometimes it means
something has gone wrong
someone has given up
someone has found a gun

a cry has gone out
a killer is born

hell has found a way
sin has found a path
the world has gone cold
the lights have grown dim
the sun has been told
'shine no more
today'

hope was shoved aside
hate will have its day
as darkness

when the flags go down
lives will be changed
and as sure as the sparks fly upward
life will go on...

someone say a prayer
someone call a cop
someone get a gun
someone, someone
when the flags go down.

T. Paige