Zombie Jesus

He came to town on an old freight train
He jumped off in the pouring rain
Everybody says he’s insane
Just a low down no account Zombie

He made his bed beneath the county bridge
The town folks said that’s not his
They signed a petition they’re gonna get rid
Of that white trash low down no count Zombie

What if Jesus comes back like that
In Zombie rags and decaying skin
Will we let him in or turn our back
What if Jesus comes back like that
Hey what if Jesus comes back like that

Re-Born with a habit of eating flesh
He couldn’t help it, he craved it bad
It wasn’t like he got to choose
HE got bit and now he’s in the shit
Got a monkey on his back
Nurses say they never saw a smile like that
Doctor says she might stand a chance
If somebody let’s him eat their ass

What if Jesus comes back like that
3 days gone and hooked on ass crack
Will we let him in or turn our back
What if Jesus comes back like that
Oh what if Jesus comes back like that

Nobody said life is fair
We’ve all got a cross to bear
When it gets a little hard to care
Just think of Jesus hanging in there

He came to town on a cold dark night
A single star was his only light
The baby born that silent night
And Jesus just had to have a bite

What if Jesus comes back like that
Where will he find our hearts in his grasp
Or will we shoot him in his nasty ass
Hey what if Jesus comes back like that
Yeh what if Jesus comes back like that
Will he cry when he sees where our hearts are at
Will he let us in or turn his back
Hey what if Jesus comes back like that
He wants a bite but we’ll have to give him a crack

One shot to the head will take him out

Or he’ll give a growl and a mangle howl
So take the shot and end the threat

Zombie Jesus will be in your debt

The Story of Don Gato


O Senor Don Gato was a cat.
On a high red roof Don Gato sat.
He was there to read a letter,
(meow, meow, meow)
where the reading light was better,
(meow, meow, meow)
‘Twas a love-note for Don Gato!

“I adore you,” wrote the ladycat,
who was fluffy white, and nice and fat.
There was not a sweeter kitty,
(meow, meow, meow)
in the country or the city
(meow, meow, meow)
and she said she’d wed Don Gato!

O Senor Don Gato jumped with glee!
He fell off the roof and broke his knee,
broke his ribs and all his whiskers,
(meow, meow, meow)
and his little solar plexus
(meow, meow, meow)
“Ay Caramba!!” cried Don Gato.

All the doctors they came on the run,
just to see if something could be done.
And they held a consultation,
(meow, meow, meow)
about how to save their patient,
(meow, meow, meow)
how to save Senor Don Gato.

But in spite of everything they tried,
poor Senor Don Gato up and died.
No, it wasn’t very merry,
(meow, meow, meow)
going to the cemetary,
(meow, meow, meow)
for the ending of Don Gato.

But as the funeral passed the market square,
such a smell of fish was in the air,
though the burial was plated,
(meow, meow, meow)
he became reanimated,
(meow, meow, meow)
he came back to life, Don Gato!

Absolutely loved this song when I was a kid.  We sang this at Franklin Elementary School off of Frankfurt Avenue.  It’s a fun little song.

We Are The World ~ Haiti

Personally, I like it.  They updated it and signed on artists who will ensure great sales.

I don’t get the criticism of this effort. I liked the hip hop portion of the song.  This is a more contemporary tune with current music stars.  That will only help sales.

Anything that is done will be criticized by someone, though.

The only thing that I don’t like about the song is that it highlighted how out of touch I am with the States these days.  I didn’t know who half of the artists were.  I was amazed at the voices of Jennifer Hudson and Celine Dion.

I wish the endeavor success and I hope that the monies raised go towards helping the right people.

Stress Management and Other Random Inanities

One of my Uncles emailed me last night and made the following remark:

I think you have been out of this country too long.  Also, you must have a lot of time on your hands, because you write a lot of, for lack of a better word…….Shit!

I apologize for not believing everything that a random bigot forwards in an email.  I will endeavor to do better next time.   I simply don’t believe in forwarding ignorance or hate.  I, also, refuse to label a whole group of people based upon the actions of a minority.  Perhaps, he’s right.  If I hadn’t spent so much time overseas, I might be ignorant enough to blindly hate Mexicans, Homosexuals, Black People  and Muslims.  Wouldn’t that be wonderful.

(Nowhere in that statement do I mention America nor do I claim that all Americans are bigots or racist. America is an overwhelmingly open and accepting community. There are pockets of ignorance in America. I refer to those places above. Interesting that I would have to explain this.)


On an unrelated note, this morning I was sent this by a friend.  I think it’s a message from the Gods.  This is hilarious.


Finally, a comment from Eric Bledsoe after tonight’s game against Morehead State:

“Me and John we just attack the rim at all times,” he said. “We just attack.”

This is why I’m going to make this years SEC Tournament even if it kills me.


America Fuck Yeah!

Team America: World Police Movie Soundtrack Lyrics

Trey Parker – America, Fuck Yeah

America, FUCK YEAH!
Coming again, to save the mother fucking day yeah,
America, FUCK YEAH!
Freedom is the only way yeah,
Terrorist your game is through cause now you have to answer too,
America, FUCK YEAH!
So lick my butt, and suck on my balls,
America, FUCK YEAH!
What you going to do when we come for you now,
it’s the dream that we all share; it’s the hope for tomorrow


McDonalds, FUCK YEAH!
Wal-Mart, FUCK YEAH!
Baseball, FUCK YEAH!
Rock and roll, FUCK YEAH!
The Internet, FUCK YEAH!
Slavery, FUCK YEAH!


Starbucks, FUCK YEAH!
Disney world, FUCK YEAH!
Valium, FUCK YEAH!
Reeboks, FUCK YEAH!
Fake Tits, FUCK YEAH!
Taco Bell, FUCK YEAH!
Rodeos, FUCK YEAH!
Bed bath and beyond (Fuck yeah, Fuck yeah)

Liberty, FUCK YEAH!
White Slips, FUCK YEAH!
The Alamo, FUCK YEAH!
Band-aids, FUCK YEAH!
Las Vegas, FUCK YEAH!
Christmas, FUCK YEAH!
Immigrants, FUCK YEAH!
Popeye, FUCK YEAH!
Democrats, FUCK YEAH!
Republicans (republicans)
(fuck yeah, fuck yeah)

Everlasting Love

He wasn’t looking for a pretty face
She wasn’t searching for the latest style
He didn’t want someone who walked straight off the tv
She needed someone with an interior smile

She wasn’t looking for a cuddle in the back seat
He wasn’t looking for a five minute thrill
She wasn’t thinking of tomorrow or of next week
This vacancy he meant to permanently fill

I need an everlasting love
I need a friend and a lover divine
An everlasting precious love
Wait for it, wait for it, give it some time

Back in the world of disposable emotion
In the climate of temporary dreams
He wasn’t looking for a notch on his bedpost
A love to push, pull, and burst at the seams

I need an everlasting love
I need a friend and a lover divine
An everlasting precious love
Wait for it, wait for it, give it some time

Is this love worth waiting for?
Something special, something pure


Is this love worth waiting for?
Bitterness will die for sure
Something precious, something pure
Is this love worth waiting for?

Why Me Lord?

Johnny Cash. This is a song from my youth. As a child, my Mother would take us to church almost every day of the week. I remember going to tent revivals of Leroy Jenkins and a host of others. Parts of my family owned Churches.  Uncle Michael, who passed away much too young from diabetes, was a gifted guitarist and singer.  At least, I remember it that way.

We’d go to different churches all the time.  Evangel Tabernacle in it’s various incarnations.  Trinity Assemblies of God.  Clifton Baptist for summer bible school.  Ginger and I attended a choir at Clifton Baptis.  Forever, it seems.  Although, I think I was more a disruption than a singer.

“I’m a little piece of tin.

Nobody knows what shape I’m in.

Got four wheels and a running board.

I’m a four door,  I”m a Ford.

Honk Honk Rattle Rattle Honk Beep Beep!!”


Our Dad drove the Sunday School bus at least one winter or one year that I can remember.  We’d sing songs on the bus on the way to Sunday School and Church.

“Oh you can’t get to heaven on roller skates…

Cause you’ll roll right past those pearly gates!”

I remember waking early in the morning because we’d have to get the bus from the Church.  Then make the rounds through the neighborhood to pick up the families and kids to take them to Evangel and Sunday School.

But this song.  I sometimes ask myself or God or whomever might be listening.

“What have I done to deserve my life?”

I feel so fortunate.  Blessed by God or the Gods.

Strange to think that at one time, I’d had “hands laid on me” by Jimmy Swaggert and Billy Graham and no telling who else.  I only went up there because Ginger wanted me to go with her.  But it was still a neat experience.

The only preacher or evangelist from those days who hasn’t fallen or become a shadow and hypocrite is Billy Graham.  Swaggert, Robertson, Bakker, Falwell.  They all preach hate or they are have been caught “being human” or “making mistakes” of all sorts.  The Bakkers being the most public and egregious.

I remember going to Royal Rangers.  A sort of Christian Boy Scouts.  Basically the same thing but directly sponsored by Evangelical Churches.  “Prepared,  Always Ready.  Ready to…”

Childhood and Church.  I can’t imagine what it would have been like with no Tent Revivals.  None of the memories of Grandma Hackney, Aunt Lola reading the bible to each other over the phone.  The impromptu Bible Studies that were held at Grandmas house with Aunt Lola, Aunt Hope, Aunt Helen, Momma, Barbara Jean, Mary Ann, Aunt Lillian and many other friends and family at the house on 120 N. Bellaire.  They were Pentecostal.  They were holy rollers.  And it was always electric.

It made life interesting that is for certain.

As kids, we used to spy on them.  And we’d sometimes feel the “spirit of the Lord” emanating from the room.  They believed so fervently that one could not hope but feel that vibe or that spirit if you watched them.  I was fascinated by it myself.  The Spirit of the Lord.

If a child was sick and in the same house as this group of praying and Bible reading women.  There’d be a laying on of hands as they surrounded the bed or couch on which one lay sick.  They’d pray for you.  And I swear to this day, it helped heal whatever ailed you.

I remember them speaking in tongues.  We’d imitate them as children by saying “heeka ma hockema, seeka ma sockema.” We’d run around the room.  Screaming and shouting that as well as the obligatory “Praise Jesus!  Halleluba!  Amen!  Praise the Lord!”  Imitating what we thought we saw in our parents and grandparents.

One story has it that my older brother Terry was upset when my mother had hands laid on her by a preacher.  They asked people to the front who wanted to “repent” or be prayed for “in the name of God.”  My Mother was one who frequently went forward at these times.   The preacher starts to pray for Mom and does that whole “slap the forehead” thing that Pentecostal preachers did back then.  When he slapped “Sister Millie” on the forehead and yelled; “BE HEALED!”  Momma fell to the floor.  Of course, she was helped down.  They didn’t just let her fall.  Upon seeing all of this frightening act, Terry who was all of 4 or 5 years old starts running toward the front yelling; “You get off of my Mommy!  You get off of my Mommy!”

I guess I drifted away from the Church about the time that my Mom and Dad were divorced.  I was about 16 years old.  My Mother re-married and we started the Mormon/LDS expereince.  I drifted in and out of the Church for about a decade before I left it altogether.  I almost married a Mormon girl that I met in Korea.  Sandra.  I was baptized and actually started being a good and sober fellow for a bit.

But I fell away from that after a time as well.  I, personally, have no bad memories about the Church.  None of my experiences were bad.  Mostly good.  Mostly decent folks with whom I interacted over the years.  I’m sure that I met a few bad apples here and there.  But not enough to convince me that all of Christianity is evil.

My personal opinion is the organized religion is unhealthy.  We, humans, are too prone to the mob mentality.  We start assigning spaces in the afterlife for ourselves and those who are not of the same belief all too easily and this leads to too much division in the here and now.  Not sure that Jesus intended it that way when he said; “Love the least of me as you would me.”  But this is merely my mortal opinion.

I’m still more of the mind to follow Buddhism and let others follow what path they will.

Nevertheless, religion was an amazing, exciting and major part of my childhood.  I do not regret the experience of it.  I feel fortunate to have had many of those experiences and many of those people in my life.


Heart — Magic Man (dedicated to Polaris Azure)

One of my favorite songs…

Cold late night so long ago
When I was not so strong you know
A pretty man came to me
Never seen eyes so blue
I could not run away
It seemed wed seen each other in a dream
It seemed like he knew me
He looked right through me
Come on home, girl he said with a smile
You dont have to love me yet
Lets get high awhile
But try to understand
Try to understand
Try try try to understand
Im a magic man.

Winter nights we sang in tune
Played inside the months of moon
Never think of never
Let this spell last forever
Summer over passed to fall
Tried to realize it all
Mama says shes worried
Growing up in a hurry

Come on home, girl mama cried on the phone
Too soon to lose my baby yet my girl should be at home!
But try to understand, try to understand
Try try try to understand
Hes a magic man, mama
Hes a magic man

Come on home, girl he said with a smile
I cast my spell of love on you a woman from a child!
But try to understand, try to understand
Im a magic man!

Another favorite by Heart

in the middle of Afghanistan–BIG BLUE


So I’m standing outside the Regional Police HQ in Herat.  Waiting to head back to base.  We’re smoking and joking with the Afghan Police who are heading out to lunch.  When up walks this guy:


And to my surprise…DUDE HAS A KENTUCKY WILDCATS hat on his head.  One of those old tobagons (presently called a beanie)  from the 70s or 80s.


Couldn’t help myself.  I started laughing and told the guy that he had to stop and take a photo with me.  I tried to get my terp to get the words in the pic.  If you look closely, you can make it out.  “Kentucky Wildcats”


We posed for the pic and I thanked him.  And laughed all the way home about the incident.

The hat must have been a donation from some Kentucky fan and found it’s way to the Humanitarian Aid program heading to Afghanistan.


Holiday in Cambodia –Dead Kennedys


So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you’ve seen it all
In daddy’s car
Thinkin’ you’ll go far
Back east your type don’t crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin’ that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It’s time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear…
Brace yourself, my dear…

It’s a holiday in Cambodia
It’s tough, kid, but it’s life
It’s a holiday in Cambodia
Don’t forget to pack a wife

You’re a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss a*s while you b*tch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you’ll work harder
With a GUN in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son…
What you need, my son…

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll kiss a*s or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot,
Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot…

And it’s a holiday in Cambodia
Where you’ll do what you’re told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul

Pol Pot!

Holiday in Cambodia” was the second single by the Dead Kennedys. The record was released in May 1980 on Alternative Tentacles with “Police Truck” as the b-side. The title track was re-recorded for the band’s first album, Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables (1980), and the version that appeared on this single, as well as the single’s b-side, are available on the rarities album Give Me Convenience or Give Me Death (1987). The cover picture of the single is taken from the 6 October 1976 Massacre in Thailand, and depicts a member of the rightist crowd beating the corpse of a student protester with a metal chair.

The song attacks both Eastern totalitarianism, Western complacency and the direct relation between the two through American military intervention. The song’s lyrics offer a satirical view of young, self-righteous Americans (So you been to school/For a year or two/And you know you’ve seen it all/In daddy’s car/Thinkin’ you’ll go far…) and contrast such a lifestyle with a brutal depiction of the Pol Pot regime of Cambodia (Well you’ll work harder/With a gun in your back/For a bowl of rice a day/Slave for soldiers/Till you starve/Then your head is skewered on a stake).

The version of this song that appears on Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables is slightly different from the single version, being fifty-five seconds longer and featuring an extended guitar noise intro as well as an extended psychedelic solo.

In October 1998, Biafra was sued by former members of the Dead Kennedys. According to Biafra, the suit was a result of his refusal to allow “Holiday in Cambodia” to be used in a commercial for Levi’s Dockers; Biafra opposes Levi’s due to what he believes are their unfair business practices and sweatshop labor. However, the other members claimed that their royalties had been defrauded. “The record industry has been skimming royalties owed artists since the beginning,” according to Dead Kennedys guitarist East Bay Ray. “This case is no different from blues musicians being taken advantage of in the twenties and thirties. Many people doubted the claims we made against our former record label back in 1998 but with this announcement there is no denying we were the victims here.” Record Label Drops Legal Action

The song was covered by straight edge hardcore/metal band Earth Crisis on their 2001 covers album The Last of the Sane. It was previously covered by the California-based thrash metal band Lääz Rockit, appearing on their 1989 album Annihilation Principle. Also, the band Boy Sets Fire has covered it on their 1998 album, In Chrysalis.

R&B parodist Blowfly is set to release his own version of “Holiday in Cambodia”, renamed “R. Kelly In Cambodia”, for his forthcoming album Blowfly’s Punk Party. It has also been parodied by spoof lounge artist Richard Cheese, who croons Biafra’s angry, cutting lyrics in a Frank Sinatra-like voice. An instrumental version of “Holiday in Cambodia” also appears on Bay Area-pianist DJ Liebowitz’s Beware the Piano. The disc Tercer asalto by the Spanish group Def Con Dos features Veraneo en Puerto Hurraco including the line ¿Vacaciones en Camboya? ¡y una polla! (“Holidays in Cambodia? Fuck off!”).

This song is a classic.


Phases of Work

Phase 1

You are listening to jazz — Your first day at work is great. Your coworkers are wonderful, your cubicle is cute, and your boss is the best!

Phase 2

You are listening to pop music — After a while you are so busy that you are not sure if you’re coming or going anymore.

Phase 3

You are listening to heavy metal — This is what you feel like at month end.

Phase 4

You are listening to hip hop — You become bloated due to stress, feel sluggish and suffer from constipation. Your coworkers are too cheerful for your liking and the walls of your cubicle are closing in. You have started thinking ‘WHATEVER’ about your boss.

Phase 5

You are listening to GANGSTA RAP — After more time passes, your eyes start to twitch, you forget what a ‘good hair day’ feels like as you just fall out of bed and load up on caffeine.

Phase 6

You are listening to the voices in your head — You have built a makeshift door on your cubicle to keep people out, You have a dartboard with your bosses picture on it in your cube, You wonder why you are even here in the first place.

Love Me If You Can

Sometimes I think that war is necessary.
Every night I pray for peace on Earth.
I hand out my dollars to the homeless.
But believe that every able soul should work.

My father gave me my shotgun that I’ll hand down to my son, try to teach him everything it means.

I’m a man of my convictions. Call me wrong, call me right. But I bring my better angels to every fight. You may not like
where I’m going, but you sure know where I stand. Hate me if you want to, love me if you can.

I stand by my right to speak freely. But I worry ’bout what kids learn from TV. And before all of debatin’ turns to angry
words and hate, sometimes we should just agree to disagree. And I believe that Jesus looks down here and sees us, and if you
ask him he would say

I’m a man of my convictions. Call me wrong, call me right. But I bring my better angels to every fight. You may not like
where I’m going, but you sure know where I stand. Hate me if you want to, love me if you can.

I’m a man of my convictions. Call me wrong, call me right. But I bring my better angels to every fight. You may not like
where I’m going, but you sure know where I stand. Hate me if you want to, love me if you can.

I love this song.   Dave



Women are always beautiful. ~Ville Valo

This one goes out to the women of my life.  I’ve been fortunate in this regard.  I’ve met some extraordinary women over the years.  Of course, there are those in my family.  My Mother.  Sister.  Grandmothers.  Aunts.  But I’ve been blessed with incredible friendships as well.  Some that have spanned years and decades.  Some who became my great friends and remain integral to my life.  Others.  Lasting days, weeks, months or mere moments.

I’ve met incredible women along the path of my life.  In the unique and common places.  I’ve enjoyed bonds of varying nature–friends and lovers and sometimes both.  Long term friendships and relationships.  Short lived, yet, intense trysts, fantasies and infatuations.  With others, I’ve enjoyed a drink.  A lunch or dinner.  A conversation.   Magical glances.  Lifetimes in mere moments.

However long the relationship and in whatever spirit, I have been fortunate along the path of my life.  I’m grateful for each experience.  Each Gift of Love and Friendship.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Kahlil Gibran