Yesterday it was my birthdayPaul Simon
I hung one more year on the line
I should be depressed
My life's a mess
But I'm having a good time
Oo, I've been loving and loving and loving
I'm exhausted from loving so well
I should go to bed
But a voice in my head
Says "Ah, what the hell"
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
Paranoia strikes deep in the heartland
But I think it's all overdone
Exaggerating this and exaggerating that
They don't have no fun
I don't believe what I read in the papers
They're just out to capture my dime
I ain't worrying
And I ain't scurrying;
I'm having a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
Maybe I'm laughing my way to disaster
Maybe my race has been run
Maybe I'm blind to the fate of mankind
But what can be done?
So God bless the goods we was given
And God bless the U. S. of A.
And God bless our standard of livin'
Let's keep it that way
And we'll all have a good time
Repeat and fade:
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
Have a good time
"Paradise
Is exactly like
Where you are right now
Only much much
Better"
Language is a virus
Laurie Anderson
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
If you're going through Hell, keep going
I have had a strange digestive disturbance for a while (strange to me, as indigestion has not troubled me much in my life) and the other day pinged a muscle in my shoulder, so have started feeling sorry for myself. For all my work on 'self' I can still just fall into glumness as easily as the next person (and I really hate 'feeling sorry for myself' - or 'indulging' as Don Juan would put it). Perhaps the paranoids got it right and sinister bad guys have total control and play with us like pawns and puppets. HAARP causes floods and disasters, not Gaia; all the Disney movies groom our children for ritual abuse; Bush intends to start the next world war, using agent provocateurs; I can't remember my indoctrination, abuse, abduction by aliens, but only because they tampered with my memory; Phew. Back to cheerfulness, even if it seems like whistling in the dark.
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