Are you listening carefully To the big world around? Are you looking where you’re walking Or just staring at the ground? Notice all the details Little things easy to miss Be grateful with all your senses From which to bring you bliss Breathe deep the air in thanks Test everything you touch Taste each gift of food With the passion you love so much
George is getting excited now He really seems quite upset His words are getting shorter The angrier he will get The world has pissed him off And quite rightly so The lying liars are lying again It’s really time for them to go The sweat is across his brow His hat looks about to fly The answer to every question Is always, ‘why?’ ‘why?’ ‘why?’ An angry man shouts at clouds Morning, noon and night The thing is that what he’s saying Seems to be quite right
Reading Al Franken’s ‘The Truth With Jokes’ and watching George Galloway’s ‘Mother of All Talk Shows’ recently. It’s easy to get worked up.
Amy has turned much of our garden into a cactus oasis, not helped much by the long rainy season this year though. It was today I noticed that this delicate cactus was being held up by this tall ants nest, originally a stick in the ground. Ants will rule the world. They are also back in our kitchen building a small nest by the back door again.
Our neighbour’s dog, Tangmo, always enjoys coming to play but tends to go a bit nuts when he sees Kim Chi, who is usually behind a screen door inside her room. Today though, we’d just let her out when he decided to come visit and after a bit of chasing around the situation above occurred.
We worry that Tangmo could easily bite Kim Chi badly as he’s so much bigger and his barking and jumping around make her scared but usually Kim will be the one chasing him away. Don’t fuck with our cats. Tangmo just seems to want to play but isn’t quite sure of the correct cat etiquette.
I’ve had a long shower And I’m snuggled up with a book I can hear strange noises outside But can’t be bothered to look I’m about to fall asleep The room is dark and black That’s when the screaming starts And when I know she’s back She turns on all the lights And dances around the room Jumping up on to the bed I hope she finishes soon She makes me laugh and makes me mad I’ll always love her to bits But right now I need to sleep And she’s really giving me the shits
She’s out to meet her friends I’m home doing as I please I could get high, eat ice cream Or perhaps I’ll climb my trees First I have to wash up And make sure the cats are fed Actually, I’m feeling tired I think I’ll just go to bed
Far across galaxies, I was taken Flying towards the story’s end A misdirection, a writer’s trick On which the reader may depend A cliffhanger chapter break The reader left wanting more Another leaf is turned In this new world to explore Better than a Netflix series Read a book and chill instead I wonder who will survive And who will end up dead?
It’s a post-post-punk world Music totally deconstructed No alternative Alternative A disco ball disruptive Every dumb male makes music Click, click, bleep and hop Bedroom producers now equal In this new world of pop Indie kings sold guitars To take up regular jobs Making money on weekends With the twiddling of knobs Purists complain to deaf ears Yet this was always the goal Anyone can be making music Even if it is without soul So the punks both won and lost Perhaps they were never right Now there’s little to rebel against And everyone gave up the fight
Dogs jumped excitedly chasing thrown ropes Fireflies are buzzing about the grassy slopes The full moon rises beyond the growing storm Lighting spikes in 3D as the sky is torn In silence, I take her arm with great care We watch in wonder, breathing deep the air This moment savoured we’ll never see again We dash undercover to watch the coming rain This beauty all around we mostly never see So take a moment for yourself to truly be Sleep well each night, grateful for your days Close your eyes, settle now and give praise
The kids are bored just hanging out Breaking curfews and running about They’re ready for something, set to rise The fire is burning behind their eyes The trigger arrives by train and bus Thinking ‘no one else can fuck with us’ The energy is bursting out of control Electric atmosphere to charge your soul The movement grew to change the world Banners raised, freak flags unfurled Possibilities open to interpretations Underground rising across the nations
Inspired by listening to Joey Keithley of D.O.A. travelling to their first show in San Francisco in 1980 (?). Some band members went by bus, another by train and a fourth by hitchhiking. D.O.A. were a pioneering band spreading their punk rock messages around the world. He said that at that time kids were ready for something, though they were not quite sure what it was.
Of course, there are other possible interpretations too.