The Wanderer II

The wanderer I

The wanderer says
this is our being famous
wewhill all remain shameless
and the drunk remain cool.
an anonymous prowlise prowliss

Prolix and discursive
the wandering person
spoke more of his speech
than of anything else.
Our wanderer's name is
Pollice verso
pronounced: po'-li-ke-ˈwer-sō
Pollack (as is Jackson, the painter) + Where (wear, or ware) & So (or sow)
His story continued into the next blog.

Why the Last 10 albums I bought have a female lead singers

I'll except a lot more heart breaking from a female singer then I will a male.

The Space Between Us

The Space Between Us - This is one of several songs written in a style similar to that of Syd Barrett shortly after he died. I have never really gone and explicated the meanings of these lines and I have changed my mind and decided not to here. It all seems pretty straightforward until the 13th line when some very specific (and regularly ridiculous) imagery is used. Specifically, the line: a woven kettle of rocks, just seems very... odd. Still, I think I could figure it out; could you?

the space between us
don't bother
the space between us
I've mind to trade it to another
quit practicing this
don't bother
the space between us
unaltered
just let me alone
just let us alone
just let it alone
or let it let the space between
figure I'm a chump for confidence
a no good gullibility
the better part of space is trust
and I'm afraid I've wrote myself into a hole
between us
a woven kettle of rocks
and trolley little go-kart cars
riding sixteen wheels apart
the tearing space between us
don't alter
Now I don't mean to bother you,
but please don't tell me this is true. [x 4]
Between us.

God she pisses me off. My plant, that is.

Har dee hard har har.

Alfonzo and the rake

I am weak,
but Alfonzo is weaker.
He is the kind of guy that leaves the teeth of a rake sticking up then steps on it
and it hits him in the face.
I am the kind of guy that leaves the teeth of a rake sticking up then forgets its there
and I have to go buy another rake.
If Alfonzo was still allowed on my property,
he would step on my rake;
he would hit himself in the face
and I would not have to buy another rake.

This is all based on real events.
Alfonzo and I used to rake together a lot,
professionally.
Alfonzo made a lot of money but lost most of it on hospital bills.
I made more money but spent it all on new rakes.
When it came time to throw my bachelor party
it really sucked and we decided to it another time.
That time never came.

When I got divorced Alfonzo was there.
He had to be there, weweremarried.
But the money hadn't stayed put
so neither could I.

If I were to kill Alfonzo, I would use a rake.
That way it would look like he did it himself.
But I won't kill Alfonzo
because I can't find him.
I think he's moved to Brazil somewhere.
The raking industry is good down there.

The rake: Lraccus scratus illmillionaire
Alfonzo: Alfonzo Rapunzel el Durmienteér
I: I, I, I, I am the wind and the rain the rain and the air

And we together...
and we together..
and we together.

I am weak wind,
but Alfonzo is weaker wind.
We live out the window and bounce off the window and.
He is the kind of guy that leaves the brush of a rake sticking up then steps on it
and it hits him in the face.
I am the kind of guy that leaves the brush of a rake sticking up then forgets its there
and moves onto other brush.
If Alfonzo was still allowed on my property,
he would find me and tell me he loved me.
He would hit himself in the face
and I would not have to try and draw a line in mid-air.

Alfonzo and I used the rake to gather the brush a lot,
sometimes professionally, sometimes not.
Alfonzo made me happy, but lost most of his skill in the hospital
and I made more happiness, but, spent, it was all short lived.
When it came time to throw my bachelor party we threw the brush in the air
and we really sucked but we couldn't get it down.
To the best of my knowledge, it never came down.

When I got divorced from Alfonzo
We had to go to Brazil.
It is very difficult to divorce gases and it takes special kind of scientist.
That was the rest of the money,
and that was the rest of me
in that state.

If I were to kill Alfonzo, would have to not be divorced.
That way it would look like he did it himself.
But I won't kill Alfonzo
because I can't find him.
I think he's moved to Brazil somewhere.
He's always moving.
He doesn't know how not to.
I knew one way not to
and that's why I had the divorce.

The rake left us,
and I couldn't afford another one.
Alfonzo, Alfonzo Rapunzel el Durmienteér,
left us.
to travel the currents, the waves and the seas.
And I, I, I, I, I am the wind and the rain the rain and the air
that never came down.

And we are not together,
anymore.

Sometimes I call him Aflonzo.

Gawn 1923

Gawn is a janitor and his car runs only in reverse. He has a bumper sticker that reads "Going, Going, Gone!" He has a shower/tub, but he doesn't have a washing machine or a dryer, so he uses the tub to wash his clothes then the shower rod to dry them. He doesn't get to shower much. He has a daughter, Dawn. She has a tatoo and attends a community college that Gawn doesn't pay for. He loves her very much, but misses her. He thinks she spends to much time driving and partying. Gawn had a dog named Rall. It is a shame that Rall died. Gawn misses him very much as well. I could write about Gawn forever, but it isn't going anywhere. They all died long ago and the records are largely incomplete. Anything that I say is pure fiction and I hate fiction. It is highly impure.

Song to honor the gods for...

I have a new plan (which is an old plan re-hashed):

Alex Williams' Own Culture

Taking an eastern approach to music and, instead of popularizing (as western bands seem to do), personalizing it.

Therefore, I need some spirituality. Unfortunately, have none. I think I'll make up some.

Song to honor the gods for waking up
Song to honor the gods for having breakfast
Song to honor the gods for piercing my nipples
Song to honor the gods for bowls
Song to honor the gods for the gun
Song to honor the gods for piezoelectricity
Song to honor the gods for hair (and fur)
Song to honor the gods for the fur of beasts
Song to honor the gods for having lunch
Song to honor the gods for kissing
Song to honor the gods for sexual inadequacy
Song to honor the gods for songs to honor the gods
Song to honor the gods for water
Song to honor the gods for minerals
Song to honor the gods for strategic metals
Song to honor the gods for dinner
Song to honor the gods for murder
Song to honor the gods for homicide
Song to honor the gods for manslaughter
Song to honor the gods for womenSong
Song to honor the gods for unisexuality
Song to honor the gods for the afro
Song to honor the gods for midnight snack
Song to honor the gods for sleep

Well, that's probably a good start.