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...

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

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....

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.

Please check back later for details.
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Food for the Rude
Thousands of rude children go to bed hungry
without dinner
millions of rude people
cannot eat at restaurants
without a little
bit
of waitress spit
in their food
why? because
these poor folks have never
been taught
the basic lessons of politeness
to waitresses
and parents
Won't you give today
and help them now
to learn HOW to overcome their
rudeness?
It only takes a moment of your time
to give
Food for the Rude...
needs your contribution
to overcome this life endangering
disability
which is reaching epidemic
proportions
in the USA
yada, yada.


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Tuesday, June 05, 2007
time line of possibly the greatest line ever
Writng a song...had the first verse...then after about a month this:
I saw myself, I saw myself
in the light of your smile
elapsed time---one month at least till:
looking for a parking place
I ain't seen one in awhile elapsed time 1 hour then:
might be forty years of tears and trials
but I found my parking place
in the light of your smile.
I cross myself, I cross myself (this came with first verse)
then, two months later:
with intersecting lines
just a routine traffic stop
at the blinking edge of time.

the way I have it figgered, I was trying to write in too narrow a vein, like all them other songs...didn't leave room to use the rest of the language that we humans employ in our daily lives...was looking for that classic moment, that never came...so it may mean nothing to you...but it got a song out of my head...
T. Paige

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Saturday, June 02, 2007
goodbye nashville
The day I left Nashville for good
with it's button down shirts
and hatred of originality
creativity and crookedness and failure
it was either raining or snowing
I was having a melt down
a classic job
and it was dark earlier than usual
and darker, or so it seemed
a darkness I wasn't prepared for.
I decided to go back to Lanier's house
and stay one more night
but Lanier wasn't home
later he would tell me he left a key...
somewhere...
goodbye wasn't sweet
I left but came back
for one last kick to my balls
then I was done.
Here's how that happened.

I walked into the reception room
a huge room
a brand new building
some huge conglomerate
was buying them up
this was '86, ready to make a buck
on country music by turning it into pop...
I told the receptionist what I was about
and damned if she didn't look scared of me
I screamed at her, Look, I'm trying to make it
in the music business too!!
I knew I was out of control
and that was the last time I tried anything
of that nature for awhile.
They can spot you just as soon as you
walk in the door
you don't have the smile
you don't have the gait
you don't have the professional demeanor
you don't have any business being there
they can spot you, it's their business to
unceremoniously show you the fucking
door, gate, street,
whatever
well, at least I got my lick in there
screaming at that honey of a receptionist
with her dear in the head lights look
watching this wild son of a W.Va. wop
rip the country veneer off that throbbing mask of pure
New York bullshit.

The best time I ever had in Nashville, music wise
I was just a dumb shit optimist of 27
up on the stage at the Exit-In
staying at a decent motel for the night
or the weekend probably
and then back home
it was pure joy...

well worth it
highly recommend it
tell 'em T. Paige sent you





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Thursday, May 31, 2007
bumper sticker



STOP
everything.