June 23, 2008

• If Georgre Carlin has ended up in heaven, that’s going to be a kiss ass event.

  

  George Carlin 1937-2008

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  Bob Dylan

  Crimson flames tied through my ears
  Rollin’ high and mighty traps
  Pounced with fire on flaming roads
  Using ideas as my maps
  “We’ll meet on edges, soon,” said I
  Proud ‘neath heated brow
  Ah, but I was so much older then,
  I’m younger than that now.
  
  Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
  “Rip down all hate,” I screamed
  Lies that life is black and white
  Spoke from my skull I dreamed.
  Romantic flanks of musketeers
  Foundationed deep somehow.
  Ah, but I was so much older then,
  I’m younger than that now.
  
  Girls faces formed the forward path
  from phoney jealousy
  To memorizing politics
  of ancient history.
  Flung down by corpse evangelists
  Unthought of, though, somehow.
  Ah, but I was so much older then,
  I’m younger than that now.
  
  A self-ordained professor’s tongue
  Too serious to fool
  Spouted out that liberty
  Is just equality in school.
  “Equality,” I spoke the word
  As if a wedding vow
  Ah, but I was so much older then,
  I’m younger than that now.
  
  In a soldiers stance, I aimed my hand
  At the mongrel dogs who teach
  Fearing not that I’d become my enemy
  In the instant that I preach
  My sisters fled by confusion boats
  Mutiny from stern to bow.
  Ah, but I was so much older then,
  I’m younger than that now.
  
  Yes, my guard stood hard
  when abstract threats
  Too noble to neglect
  Deceived me into thinking
  I had something to protect
  Good and bad, I define these terms
  Quite clear, no doubt, somehow
  Ah, but I was so much older then
  I’m younger than that now.

   

   

   

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