I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Binaries in the Mine
Binaries in the mine
fly through toxic air
for dwellers unaware.
this poem brought up memories for me of a song from home... so some lyrics and then a link:
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PROCESS MAN -- Great Big Sea
And its go boys go They'll time your every breath And every day you're in this place your two days nearer death But you go ...
Well, a process man am I and I am tellin' you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that tread across the sky There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair
this poem brought up memories for me of a song from home... so some lyrics and then a link:
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PROCESS MAN -- Great Big Sea
And its go boys go
They'll time your every breath
And every day you're in this place your two days nearer death
But you go ...
Well, a process man am I and I am tellin' you no lie
I work and breathe among the fumes that tread across the sky
There's thunder all around me and there's poison in the air
There's a lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair
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and the link to a video of this song:
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Thanks for the GBS link, Jon.
ReplyDeleteI'm going to have to work on me lyrics a bit more now before I go off posting any links to me singin.
I like how the post and comment are so connected;a shared lyricism grounded in grit, sweat and tears.Also like the give and take in the commenting...
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