I am grateful for: “you still checking in on me…”

World Dominion (awareness series number 1) from The friends you meet in the sullen street (notebook) by K. J. Legry

Ike said he weren’t trying to start nuthin’ but , “my writing  was brilliant…” You know on that Courtney Love post…

I could snap my jaws like some turtle

biting that finger you point with
poke with
pick with~
This round circle of teeth;
some white picket fence
protecting the innards with spearheaded 
determination
chomping down on your tender pink fleshy flesh 
cry
baby 
self.
I could tell secrets about your mama
how she liked exercise clothes
lifting weights and all the wrong men
with scratchy beards 
and 99 bottles of beer
on the wall, 
them whispers… you’d never hear about…
Ain’t no red wine on the carpet, no
need of
your baking soda solutions
when blood’s gonna be spilled
and i is gunning.
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The Hayden James “Something About You” (official music video) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.

Hayden James “Something About You” LYRICS:
There’s something about you
There’s something about you
There’s something about you
There’s something about you
ooh
There’s something about you
There’s something about you
There’s something about you
There’s something about you
ooh
What about a hit?
What about a hit of your look
Start to shake
Start to shake with your hand
Will it ever click?
Will it ever click, are you a freak?
You turn and face me
Maybe this time I choose
What about a hit?
What about a hit of your look
Start to shake,  start to shake with your hand
Will it ever click?
Will it ever click, are you a freak?
You turn and face me
Maybe this time I choose (ooh)
What about a hit of your look (ooh)
Start to shake with your hand (ooh)
Will it ever click, are you a freak? (ooh)
Maybe this time I choose, 
What about a hit of your look (ooh)
Start to shake with your hand (ooh)
Will it ever click, are you a freak?
You turn and face me, maybe this time I choose (ooh)
closer, (wooo) closer, oh closer (wooo)
You turn and face me
Maybe this time I choose
Closer (closer) ooh Closer
You turn and face me
Maybe this time I choose
There’s something about you
There’s something about you (I felt you)
There’s something about you
There’s something about you (I felt you)
There’s something about you
There’s something about you (I felt you)
There’s something about you
There’s something about you 
What about a hit?
What about a hit of your look
Start to shake
Start to shake with your hand
Will it ever click?
Will it ever click, are you a freak?
You turn and face me
Maybe this time I choose
What about a hit?
What about a hit of your look
Start to shake
Start to shake with your hand
Will it ever click?
Will it ever click, are you a freak?
You turn and face me
Maybe this time I choose
Songwriters: Alexander Timothy X Burnett / Jessica Jane Higgs / Hayden Luby Something About You lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

I am grateful for: “indignant Love…”

“two-faced” (mixed media) by K. J. Legry

“The Muppets raped Kurt.” Widow Love screeches.  Her face is wide and her bright red mouth wider… and she screeches again incoherently, swaying and slogging around the stage in her stained slip.  Mascara collects under her eye like a painted football player, streaks running not from crying so much as sweating.  But she uses this effect to her advantage and addresses her audience like she’s crying.  “I’m indignant!” Love screeches.

 
“What’s a matter?”  Fozzie Bear asks and tips his fedora.  He says, “Waacka, Waacka, Waacka.”
 
Love screams curdling and incoherent.  She stomps around in what were once fuzzy slippers and now look like greasy matted roadkill.  “Sacrilege!”  she howls, “How DARE you bastardize him!”
 
“Uh, Ms. Wuv~ Aw you cuh-went-wee on dwugs?”  Asks Baba Wawa.  She is pressed against the stage in her fitted red blazer and gold button earrings.  She lifts her microphone upwards held steady as bait awaiting Love’s giant gaping mouth.
 
Love explodes into a fit of hysterical crying.  Everything about her is leaking.
 
Baba Wawa keeps a cool face with a tiny noncommittal smile.  Her eyes stare sleepily and unblinking.  She is patient as her formula takes effect.  Her arm is as firm as the statue of liberty hoisting her torch.  “Uh, Ms. Wuv, can you tell me what’s making you cwy?”
 
Love blubbers and shudders and plops down on her bottom.  She loses a slipper in her descent and wipes dripping snot on the back of her arm.  She leans over Baba Wawa’s microphone above Baba Wawa’s mildly-condescending-pleasant-without-sincerity-and-yet-not-entirely-provably-insincere expression and shrieks, “They’re fucking up HIS message Babs!”
 
“Uh, Ms. Wuv~ is it twoo you O-widge-in-a-wee sold the wights to Koat’s song?”  Baba Wawa investigates using a monotone delivery.  Her heavy drowsy lids give her a certain air of boredom.  Her trademark work ethic makes her not so much trustworthy as reliable.
 
Love sniffles as she considers the question.
 
“Ms. Wuv, duzn’t that make you a hypocwit?
 
“High-Yaah!”  Miss Piggy grunts and makes a quick karate chop toward Love.  Her long hair tosses around like a shampoo commercial.
 
Love howls and grabs the rhinestone tiara off Miss Piggy’s head.  The audience watches Love attempt to place the sparkling crown on top of her dirty tangles.
 
Miss Piggy lunges at Love’s neck and the two fall into a tussle, Love’s thighs squeaking loudly against the floor like the sound of skidding basketball shoes.
 
Baba Wawa  turns her microphone into the crowd and points it at a young woman. “Uh, Fwannie Fah-muh Joonior, doo you be-weave the Muppets raped your Faw-though?”
 
Francis shakes her head.  She glances briefly at her mother’s wrestling match with Miss Piggy.  “Please consider the source.”  She says without humor.
 
Baba Wawa nods.  She appears both serious and appreciative.  “Fwannie Fah-muh Joonior, does that mean you be-weave your muh-though is cuh-went-wee on dwugs?”
 
“I don’t have to reach far to answer that.”  Francis replies as she observes Miss Piggy and her mother pulling each other’s hair and biting each others fingers.
 
Baba Wawa ducks as Miss Piggy throws Love’s other slipper into the the second row, narrowly missing her hair-sprayed bangs.  Her eyelids flutter momentarily and there is some speculation she may go down.  She seems accusatory as she pivots for gleeful witnesses.  She efficiently straightens her blazer and stands with an uplifted chin.
 
The crowd bursts with applause as Miss Piggy slams Love’s wide face into Animal’s bass drum and returns her bent tiara to her now disheveled tresses.  “Hummmph!”  Miss Piggy bellows and crosses her arms over her fat cleavage in smug triumph.
 
HERE MY SMELL!”  Animal roars and his uni-brow goes up and down suggestively.  He raises his arms above his bobbing head and clicks his drumsticks three times before launching into a frenetic solo on the toms.  His grin is wide and toothy. 
Love quivers and spasms, splayed on her stomach below, her head still resting inside the HOLE of the bass drum.
***

The Kermit the Frog “Piggy Got Back” (lyric and music “spoof” video) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.  The character voice is NOT Jim Henson or Steve Whitmire and this production has no affiliation to the actual Muppet Show or Henson/Disney empire.  

I am grateful for: “a wild place to breathe in whole…”

“the china store and the bull” (mixed media) by K. J. Legry

He sat across from her on the train, where he’d been assigned and he was startled and very happy by the arrangement; their tickets declaring them both “singles” and he had stood behind her in the pre-boarding line talking on his cellular phone the whole time to some guy-pal, like maybe a college roommate but probably more like a business associate, and he asked ‘would there be any good looking women there when he arrived for his visit?’ standing right there behind her, he was asking this.

 
So, I mean… you could see him visibly light up when he got to be seated with her and even though she obviously wanted to read her book about child abuse trauma (and he interrupted her to ask her what she was reading because he was an opportunist and this was his idea of an intellectual pick-up line) he found himself mildly disturbed by the seriousness of her subject matter so rather hopefully inquired if she was a student to which she replied basically, ‘no’ by shaking her head and offered nothing else which intrigued him more than he could have ever imagined and made him entirely uncomfortable and so he fished again, ‘are you a social worker?‘  And the woman looked directly at him with her beautiful (gray or green or blue; he could not be sure for certain what color) eyes and she lied. 
She told him she was considering it.  
 
Immediately his mood brightened as if he’d found the right stepping stones and striving for dance steps, he complimented her for pursuing such a higher cause and he launched into his childhood story because maybe this beautiful woman could actually save him from bachelorhood and a subtle repression he blames on his sister’s photography.  He mentioned he was actually a pretty good sculptor back in university but that he had ‘purposely gone into the dry, boring, profitable field of computer engineering,’ and he made sure to stress to her, ‘successfully.’  He said he didn’t want to be like his mother who was a master glass blower.  A mistress of the crystal ball.  Literally providing instruments of hocus pocus up and down the west coast.  Mostly middle-aged women sported her witch-balls (intended to ward off and or capture dark spirits) in their whimsical tea gardens, although several psychics paid top dollar for table-top oracles elevated by silver-plated tripods.  Wand knobs, divination pendulums, and ritual chalices sold like hotcakes.  However, and he winked at the beautiful woman when he said this, his mother raked in the most cash for her rearview mirror car ornaments, glass chillums, and elaborate water bongs.  He laughed self-concously and searched her face for signs of liberal or conservative reaction.  She gave neither but nodded to convey that she’d heard.  
 
Her reservation frustrated him but he found the nod encouraging and so continued in a lively manner, revealing that he didn’t want to end up like his father who was a master wood carver.  He was paid by some Hopi or Chinook Indian to carve a totem pole, even.  He grinned and reported his father was pure-blood Irish-Catholic.  Not a drop of American Indian but at the EXPO where his father’s booth proudly displayed his polished life-sized mahogany Jesus bust with a detached centerpiece of hands folded in prayer, a Chief, no less, approached him and praised him for being a true visionary.  They discussed wood grain and how to coax the spirits from the rings.  His father had additionally provided a small demo of his skill at a wood block where he informatively described his blades and planes and proceeded to whittle a whistle in the shape of a dove and when he lifted his lips to blow through the hollow tail, a sweet perfect note in ‘C’ sang out the beak.  His father had designed and built the alter at their church and donated his oak banisters and handrails to senior centers and nursing homes and taught how to build his benches, picnic tables and bunkbeds to a Boy Scouts of America troop.  He confessed to the beautiful woman how his father made his actual living on elaborate personalized coffins though. ‘King Tut woulda been so lucky to have been buried in a sarcophagus carved by my father.’ he assured her as she sat silently and listened.    
 
He looked to her now, not so much at her, but more wanting comfort, that her companionship would bear with his every conversational whim and he longed for a stiff drink and asked abruptly, ‘Do they serve cocktails on the train?’  The woman shrugged and said she didn’t drink, but that they hadn’t announced the dining car being open yet.  It was closed between lunch and dinner, she said.  He nodded grimly, jarred by her statement, and he leaned forward to ask, ‘You don’t drink ever?’
 
“Nope.”  she said.
 
Just nope .  That was it.  
 
Nope…’ he sighed and fell back against his seat.  He muttered, ‘Yeah, my family are all alcoholics.’  His right knee jiggled and hopped closer to her leg, narrowing the space between them and then he distractedly recommended that she see an animated film about a rag doll, if she hadn’t already… he forgets the name, but it’s some macabre version of Raggedy Ann that Neil Gaiman ripped off and they remade it in CGI. 
 
When she moved her leg away from his.  He said in reference to the movie, she’d like it.
***
The Heartless Bastards “Parted Ways” (official music video) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.
Heartless Bastards “Parted Ways” LYRICS
And the wind it tore through the atmosphere
And the air it filled with dust
Such a far connection within every direction
Some places I’ve already been
And no, drive slow,
Loneliness too many things have changed
And no, I just don’t look at things the same way now
Since we parted ways
Out in the space, I’m alone with
The only hum of the wheels, they are carrying me
On to a wild space to breathe in,
Oh I need it, a wild place to breathe in, whole
And the sun went down in this little ghost town
Near the valley of the rio grande
I need a little bit of whiskey and a little bit of time
To ease my troubled mind
oh Lost love and loneliness, so many things have changed
And no, I just don’t look at things the same way now
Since we parted ways, Out in the space,
I’m alone with the only hum of the wheels,
They are carrying me on to a wild space to breathe in,
Oh on to a wild space to breathe in,
Whole…
out in the space,
I’m alone with the with the only hum of the wheels,
They are carrying me on to a wild space to breathe in,
Oh on to a wild space to breathe in,
Whole out in to the wild space  to breathe in whole
 Gonna get on out Just gonna get it out Oh Now if I want to be free, I’m gonna run Takes a lot, oh so much of my energy I’m going around and I have found In order to leave in this great big town, Takes a lot, take a lot, takes a lot, takes a lot
Songwriters: Erika Wennerstrom
Parted Ways lyrics © Reach Music Publishing

I am grateful for: “those that would answer the call…”

portrait of K.J. Legry as “laundry woman” by Moona ElBoukhari

Maa Kali says, “I will kill you man boys, you crybabies, your ego…” and she sticks her tongue out to flick it.

And Jesus says, “Listen to your father and be nice to your brother.”
and Buddha says, “Never Mind.”
I am a traitor to everyone because
the truth betrays us all
and sets them free;
us and we
that would fight
for 
“it…”
for “us”
that would still care
about “we”
and HOW not WHY to protect you all.
i just do.
not that it matters to U.
And freedom doesn’t grant more control
and freedom doesn’t make “them” fall
it just rings for those that would answer the call.
***

The Steve Lacy “Ryd/ Dark Red” (music video) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.

Steve Lacy “Ryd/ Dark Red” LYRICS:

(Part One Ryd)

Speedin’ down the backstreet
I’m tryin’ to get you in my backseat
‘cuz I want you to ride with me 
Baby ride on me

Speedin’ down the backstreet
I’m tryin’ to get you in my backseat
‘cuz I want you to ride with me
Baby ride on me

I see the way you lookin’ at me
Through my peripheral
Vision pretty baby as I ride on this empty road
I’m just lookin’ for somethin’ to do
Asked if she was hungry does she want any food and
She said, “Nah” then she kissed me on my cheek
Next thing I know she was feelin’ on me
And
I was in the M double-O D
When she said park my car down the backstreet

Speedin’ down the backstreet
I’m tryin’ to get you in my backseat
‘cuz I want you to ride with me
Baby ride on me

Speedin’ down the backstreet
I’m tryin’ to get you in my backseat
‘cuz I want you to ride with me
Baby ride on me

(Part Two Dark Red)

Something bad is ’bout to happen to me
I don’t know it but I feel it comin’
Might be so sad, might leave my nose running
I just hope she don’t wanna leave me

Don’t you give me up, please don’t give up
On me, I belong, with you, and only you, baby
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you, babe
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you

Something bad is ’bout to happen to me
Why I feel this way I don’t know maybe
I think of her so much it drives me crazy
I just don’t want her to leave me

Don’t you give me up, please don’t give up
On me, I belong with you, and only you, baby
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you, babe
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you

What if she’s fine
It’s my mind that’s wrong
And I just let bad thoughts
Linger for far too long
What if (if!), she’s fine (fine!)
It’s my mind that’s wrong
And I just (just!) let bad thoughts (thoughts!)
Linger for far too long

Don’t you give me up please don’t give up
On me, I belong, with you, only you, baby
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you, babe
Only you, my girl, only you, babe
Only you, darling, only you

(roll credits)

I just wanna take it…

take it, take it, take it,

take it slow…

ooh ahha…

saaay~ I just wanna take it,

take it, take it,

take it slow… oh~

I am grateful for: “all that one could desire…”

“good foot ~ bad shoe” (illustration) by K. J. Legry

A tree-frog takes form, 

inhaled from her gut and puffed through the pale croon of her neck, 
conjured into her face turned the same red as her hair; 
eyes~ squeezed tight and concentrated inward 
on the C-shape of her diaphragm, 
lips raised to the highest peak posture extends, 
set free 
by a perfectly enunciated long roll 
of high glottal chirps…  
***
He is mesmerized and silent for a good minute.
***
Sits back with a satisfied look on her face and she says, “That’s what they do.”
***
He claps his hands enthusiastically and believes her both whole heartedly and impressed.  
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The Radiohead “Lotus Flower” (music video) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.
Radiohead “Lotus Flower” LYRICS:

I will shape myself into your pocket
Invisible
Do what you want
Do what you want

I will shrink and I will disappear
I will slip into the groove and cut me off
And cut me off

There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
And now I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free
There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free

Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
‘Cause all is a moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
I can’t kick your habit
Just to fill your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart

We will shrink and we’ll be quiet as mice
And while the cat is away
Do what we want
Do what we want

There’s an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I’ll set you free
I’ll set you free

‘Cause all is a moon upon a stick
Just to see what if
Just to see what is
The bird lights float into my room

Slowly we unfurl
As lotus flowers
‘Cause all  is a moon upon a stick
I dance around the pit
The darkness is beneath
I can’t kick your habit
Just to feed your fast ballooning head
Listen to your heart

Written by Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O’brien, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip James Selway, Thomas Edward Yorke • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

I am grateful for: “the Hang Fire before the Hang Five…”

“Mermaid” (mixed media) by K. J. Legry

*Cowboy Camp*

He is so enamored with a woman who can turn his faults into origami,
lend him a folding chair when at times the morale picnic has agreed to badminton birdies and all
he longs
to do
is sit with his face in his hands, peeking 
through his shakes;
makes a church steeple with two index fingers
so she might
return
with cold water for his frogs.
Everything is croaking,
she says
and he nods, troubled over 
which words to use, urgently 
listens for mating songs; 
tuning out the way 
she describes 
where the cremated remains will be scattered.
***
“the Paper Sea” (mixed media) by K. J. Legry
The Alekesam “Black Cowboy” (music audio) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSES.

Alekesam “Black Cowboy” LYRICS:

i turn show ponies into wild horses
i’m a black cowboy riding a dolphin
when you swim with me you can breathe the sea
see the breeze, be…
profiling, scuba dive, you feel me, i feel you
get up on me, canopy
enjoy the beast, like you was climbing trees

where you at
i’m trying to find you
it’s a long way to go
circle back
i’m trying to define you
it’s the wrong way to know

looking good, at the skyline
windblown, all shown
satellites, postcards
spun around, but i get there
riding well, we pace ourselves
shake those shells
rock the bells
you come to me from the future
how you do them things you do

where you at
i’m trying to find you
it’s a long way to go
circle back
i’m trying to define you
it’s the wrong way to know

morning eyes hi tide
uga booga valentine
ju ju clean craze
new sensual

Performed by: AlekesamWritten by: Selema Masekela, Sunny Levine, Eamon Ryland, Giuseppe Patane, Zach CowieProduced by: Sunny Levine © all rights reserved

 

I am grateful for: “saying so”

I was asked for something today I wouldn’t give again.

It felt good saying so.

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The above video by Tricky “Hey Love” feat. Francesca Belmonte is being posted for  NO Commercial Purposes.

Lyrics for:

Hey Love

Hey love how you been love
Long time since I’ve seen love
Hey love how you been love
Long time since I’ve seen love
Hey love how you been love
Long time since I’ve seen love

Remember when, when we met love
Sat in in the park love
Sat just just apart love
But not not for long love
Sat apart not for long love
We grew real strong love
Sat in the park just long love
Just long love

Leave me alone you’ll be alright
Oh be a man don’t take it light
Leave me alone you’ll be alright
Oh be a man don’t take it light

Leave me alone you’ll be alright
Oh be a man don’t take it light
Leave me alone you’ll be alright
Oh be a man don’t take it light

(to loosen that push that

mark a side kick

superficial gains I could win

we could sneak a sandwich in

a chance to dance

au sérieusement I feel a can’t

I see a room I feel a calm

It’s only carnal

she’s dark karma loose

no soul

no soul

to lose too loose to the back to the bouche to the check to the mike

to the side kick to the circuit to the gains 

place to blame

to the freedom

make it rain)

Leave me alone you’ll be alright
Oh be a man don’t take it light
Leave me alone you’ll be alright
Oh be a man don’t take it light

Leave me alone you’ll be alright
Oh be a man don’t take it light
Leave me alone you’ll be alright
Oh be a man don’t take it light