25.1.10

Plea From A Cat Named Virtute [week 4]

please note:
'Virtute' comes from the Latin: Virtus. Virtus was a virtue in ancient Rome that had connotations of valour, excellence, fortitude, character, worth, and masculine strengths.



Plea From A Cat Named Virtute - The Weakerthans

Why don't you ever wanna play?
I'm tired of this piece of string.
You sleep as much as I do now,
and you don't eat much of anything.
I don't know who you're talking to,
I made a search through every room,
but all I found was dust that moved
in shadows of the afternoon

And listen, about those bitter songs you sing;
they're not helping anything,
they won't make you strong.

So we should open up the house,
invite the Tabby two doors down.
You could ask your sister if,
she doesn't bring her basset hound.
Ask the things you shouldn't miss:
tape hiss and the modern man,
cold war and card catalogues
to come join us if they can.

Girly drinks and parlor games,
we'll pass around the easy lie
of absolutely no regrets,
and later maybe you could try.
To let your losses dangle off,
the sharp edge of a century.
We'll talk about the weather,
or how the weather use to be.

And I'll cater, with all the birds that I can kill,
let their tiny feathers fill disappointment.
Lie down, and lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong.

All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV,
frankly that thing doesn't really interest me.
I swear I'm gonna bite you hard and taste your tinny blood
if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating
since the day you brought me home.
I know you're strong.





19.1.10

One Thousand Eyes [week 3]




1,000 Eyes - Death

Crossing the line into the other side
Emerging as prisoners
To the emptiness of time

To the left and to the right
From behind - they're out of sight
Plunging into a new found
Age of advanced observeillance
A worldwide, foolproof cage

Privacy and intimacy as we know it
Will be a memory
Among many to be passed down
To those who never knew

Living in the pupil of 1,000 eyes

Was it overlooked in front of all our faces?
Now, all the mistakes and secrets
Cannot be erased

Viewing the blind complexity
By which laws were justified
To erase simplicity

To the left and to the right
From behind - they're out of sight
Plunging into a new found
Age of advanced observeillance
A worldwide, foolproof cage

Privacy and intimacy as we know it
Will be a memory
Among many to be passed down
To those who never knew

We are enslaved now...

12.1.10

Half of a Heart [week 2]



HALF OF A HEART - Stan Rogers


That one behind you on the padded velvet throne,
Don't turn around! You've seen that kind before.
Wolves hang around here and they hunt the woods alone,
Waiting for hearts to wander through the door.

This bar has changed now that the hunter's hunted too.
Who is the prey, and who is the hungry mouth?
Go talk to strangers, only nothing said is true.
It's "Who do you know?" and "When did you last fly south?"

And it's drinks bought to catch the eye and make intentions known,
The kind they would never buy if they meant to drink alone.

And it's soft words that make the play in warm and winning tones,
The kind words they'd never say if they dared to sleep alone.

But like you, I'm fascinated by the glitter of the play,
Watching wolves steal half of a heart away.
Watching wolves steal half of a heart away.