Friday, January 19, 2007

Thursday, January 18, 2007

In the light of night
In the dead of day
What are you trying to say?

Through the backdoor
Scratch of a flapping screen
What do you want me to see?

You’ve been here before
You’ll come here again
The beginning, middle, and end.

What are you trying to say?
What do you want me to see?
The beginning, the middle, the end
In everything

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

sometimes, on days such as today, i just need to do this

things that make me smile

free guitar lessons * p'george's MSN pictures * barack obama's teeth * twangy singing * hearing harry m talking referencing theology and greek and then remembering how much education he's had* the thai alphabet on my keyboard (example: ภรนวสุหรึถัดหคเก๗มฒ้นด) * the thai interpretation of "pizza" * ads that say "special bra for fun and dream" * bra vendors on the street * not always having to wear bras * talking about my bra in public * the mexican figurines next to my computer * my walk through a tropical garden to get to work * asian bangles on cell phones * running my thumbtip over my calluses on my fingertips * the fact that i told a pentacostal girl i thought i might have the gift of interpreting tongues * this youtube clip of the karate kid and steve vai in a guitar battle--no idea what the hell that was * flip flops year 'round * the fact that "porn" means "the best" in thai * jamaican accents * the fact that i wrote "thumbtip" * rolling r's * private businesses * utter nonsense

(1) Lord (2) Buddha (3) King

Summer heated Buddha tucked into a mountainside
Naga’s seven heads bare her fangs
You stand and watch, carefree as a war bride
The best part of this movie has been censored out
In the morning there are better things to think about

Prah jaw, Prah Jaw
The Lord, The Buddha, The King
Prah Jaw Prah Jaw
Most High.
Above everything.

You’ve traded yer tradition for ambition
Sayin’ Prah jaw is bigger than a Christmas tree
Ramkahmhaeng's a rousing superstition
Just a build a fort of blindness, keep the demons out
In the morning there are better things to think about.

Prah Jaw, Prah Jaw
The Lord, The Buddha, The King
Prah Jaw Prah Jaw
Most High.
Above everything.

Float outside the city and remember how to breathe
Drink a thousand rivers worth of words
Just when you’ve figured out what to believe
You fall asleep, end up on another route
Prah Jaw throughout

Prah Jaw, Prah Jaw
The Lord, The Buddha, The King
Prah Jaw Prah Jaw
Most High.
Above everything.

Another Buddha tucked inside a temple, cold and still
The people pray into his lifeless eyes
Prah jaw listens anyway, until
Prah Jaw throughout.
Throughout.