My Straw Hat: 10/19/08

Saturday, October 25, 2008

who do Voodoo on you

city lights they shine like souls
blinking in the black of the night
they remind me of those drones
who don't know who they are
and you've gone away so far
to make a clean get-a-way
oh, by the dock on the Bay
on your big big get-a-way
but you can't escape
you're gonna have to wait
'cause time's not on your side
it's turned a blind eye on you
karma's caught up with you
now you have to pay
yeah, now you have to pay
unless you wanna play
play or pay to live another day
just to live another day
just to live another day
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
who do Voodoo on you
who do Voodoo on you
who do Voodoo on you
you shouldn't have to ask that
but you turned a blind eye
never stopped to wonder why
never cried for some one else
never looked down from 21st
'til night met red morning light
when city lights look like souls
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
eeewwhhhoooowhhooohooo
who do Voodoo on you
who do Voodoo on you
who do Voodoo on you
always chasin' some fools gold
you can't catch the wind
like paper -n- fire - before you die
no one will have to utter "why"

written saturday morn october 25th '08

best of the roses,
john french
mystrawhat.com
theneweverydaymedia

Friday, October 24, 2008

a prescribed ego: 1833

the addiction had tentacles to grab his needs
past the dark & dusty roads & in the weeds
he found what his body desired to feed upon
and restlessly was temporarily satisfied with
the misguided navigation that appeased sin
within a hollow idol's eyes bent on yesterday

the engine was clean and operated well enough
he just wanted to hang on long enough for stuff
they could prescribe to wet his appetite of inxs
a myriad of patterns applied for ill manipulation
he was 57 and held a proper degree in medicine
so no one suspected that he was a chronic loser

unsheathed the knife pierced the skin of animals
it was his act of revenge upon natural laws which
injected rules he could not rebuke or cast aside
inside a rational mind or the societal boundaries
which hung above his head like religious orders
he tried to ignore but ate at his core until drugged

written 8:33 p.m. thursday, october 24, 2008 / 1833

best of rusted roses,
giovanni french
mystrawhat.com
theneweverydaymedia

"Just like crazy otto, just like wolfman jack,

Sittin plush with a royal flush, aces back to back.

Just like mary shelly, just like frankenstein,

Clank your chains and count your change and try to walk the line."