WHAT I HAD

Had no love letters

Had no slow dance

Had me no candlelight romance

What I had

Oh what I had

Was a no-good man

Had no kisses in the moonlight

Had no sweet whispers in the night

Had me no love at first sight

What I had

Oh what I had

Was a no-good man

Can't blame anyone but myself

I took that cut-price slice of pie

Can't complain if that love was a lie

Had no sugar bitter coffee time

Had no dreams wading in slime

Had me a trial for a violent crime

What I had

Oh what I had

Was a no-good man

Can't blame anyone but myself

I let him beat me, deceive me

Couldn't let him up and leave me.

Had no love letters

Had no slow dance

Had me no candlelight romance..

And I guess I won't get no second chance

What I had, oh what I had is gone

MC

LOVE RESURRECTION

 LOVE RESURRECTION

You want me to love you
But there'll be no miracles tonight

Love makes you blind
Nothing can cure my sight
Seen too many heartaches
Seen way too many lies

Need a love resurrection
But there'll be no miracles tonight

Leper hearts fall to pieces
Fake messiahs tear them apart
False promises on the phone
Flesh falling from the bone

You want me to love you
But there'll be no miracles tonight

Those demons eat my soul
Only love can cast them out
But my sighted heart can see
You're not the man for me

I need a love resurrection
But there'll be no miracles tonight
No laying on of hands is going to set me right

I need a love resurrection
But there'll be no miracles,
Not one miracle tonight

So walk on baby
There'll be no miracles tonight




MC

CHARLIE MANSON DANCES IN HIS GRAVE

Think about it: it will be 51 years tomorrow that Charles Manson's "Happy Family" started their murder spree.

The motivation behind the murders, Manson would later reveal, was to start a race war between blacks and whites, and bring down the government of the United States.

Yep, Charlie Manson is surely dancing in his grave to the cheery sound of "Helter Skelter."

He is surely grateful to all the good solid people out there who are willing to keep killing, and keep his dream alive.

Happy anniversary, Charlie!

THE THINGS SHE WON'T FORGET

Strange how the traveling mind
Torments the squirming soul.

Even now that she has grown
Old, and the feverish anger cold.

Even now as she sits where she wills
Drinks wine, snarls or spits;

Even now that freedom should be
Second nature:

Something in her squints
Cringes and flinches,
At the casual danger in a voice,
A face, even if a stranger.

Even now as she sits in the warmth
And the winter sun unfolds 
The pain from knees twisted
By age into fanciful shapes.

Even now she recalls 
The slap of his flesh 
And the burning sour-sticky 
Rain of his sweat.

Manuela Cardiga

Plague Season

We've forgotten
we've forgotten
The hollow ring of
"Bring out
your dead,"
And stay in bed
With a hangnail instead

We've forgotten
We've forgotten
The deadly dance
Ring a Ring o' Roses
We all fall down
Silent as ashes
To the ground

We've forgotten
We've forgotten
The sweet-hot touch
Blossoming flowers
Rancid fruit of death
Corrupting our precious flesh

It comes, it comes,
It comes again
Oh sweet dark wind
The Plague Gods arrive
Leaving neither
Righteous nor sinners alive

The Black One hovers at the gate
And cares not for wealth or state

So pray, so pray
It goes away
Plague Gods come back
Another day
Chant it loud
Chant it clear
Maybe some
Kinder God Will hear

But pick out your funeral dress
Beg and borrow
Relics of health
Streptomycin, gentamicin,
Ciprofloxacin
And confess, make redress
Dying sinless is best

The Plague Gods are coming
Dancing, and shrieking
So wait, wait for the screaming
And remember, remember
The rancid-voiced bell
"Bring out your dead,
and the living as well."


MC