I Need My Allocation Of Recreation

I Need My Allocation Of Recreation

12.12.06 (10:05 pm)   [edit]
"There may be an om in moment
But there's very few folk in focus
Not the first, not the last, not the least
You needn't be well to be wealthy
But you've got to be whole to be Holy
Fetch the rope, fetch the clock, fetch the priest
Oh this planet of ours is a mess
I bet Heaven's the same
Look, the madman said, "Son, as a friend
Tell me what's in a name"
Hallowed by thy name

I give you the state of statesmen
And the key to what motivates them
On the left, on the right, on the nail.
Still I don't see a man in a mansion
That an accurate pen won't puncture
Go to town, go to Hell, go to jail.
And there's bars and saloons
Where the jukebox plays blues in the night
Till the madman says "Son,
Time to go, we could both use some light"
And thy will be done

We live in an age of cages
The tale of an ape escaping
In the search for some truth we can use
But many a drunk got drunker
And mostly a thinker, thunker
Set the place, set the time, set the fuse
The optimist laughed, and the pessimist cried in his wine
And the madman said "Son,
Take a word, they'll all wake given time"
Let thy Kingdom come

The madman and I got drunker
Till both thought the other thank you
And we laughed all the way to the stars
The optimist asked for a taste of the pessimist's wine
And the madman said "Son,
How'd you feel?" I said "Me? I feel fine
Lead me into temptation
Into temptation
I said into temptation
I need my allocation
Of recreation
I want a revelation
In degredation
No hesitation
Give me variation
Give me inspiration
Celebration...
Elevation..."
- Greg Lake & Peter Sinfield



I had other, more serious shit to write tonight, but suddenly I've swung over to wantiing to drill a hole in the wall and fuck it for a while. I'm a very bad boy, and boy it feels GOOD.

I want to run an idea past you, my fine readers. I've been trying to think of how to get myself published, and I've been beating my head on the wall a lot lately trying to write things outside this blog, (which has gone almost nowhere) but what I've noticed is the stuff I've ALREADY written. Half o f it is useless horseshit. Bu t some of the other half makes me laugh my balls off like a mad scientist witnessing his creatiion in action, and I'd like to run with that.

One of my heroes, Doug Stanhope, recently self-published a book. And if that drunken asshole can do it, why can't I? Here's my idea - I'm thinking of taking a bunch of the best bits from this blog right here, maybe tweak some of them a bit, and make a fuckin' book out of it.

Do you think it's a good idea? And if so, what shit would you like to see in there? Some of the things I like most are so heavilly dependent on other people's styles (for example, the Hunter Thompson-derived stuff, which is so blatantly in his style as to be ridiculous, but goddamn, I like what I've done with that) that I'm not quite sure what to do with it all, but I will say this - I wear my influences on my sleeve. I will NEVER pretend that I do not owe HUGE debts to Hunter, to Frank Zappa, George Carlin, Stanhope, and many, many more. I'll even put a special thanks section to them all in the book. If I exist for anything, it's to turn people onto the work of the people I admire most.

Anyway, tell me what you think. I'm gonna go jerk off and think about barely legal teens for a while. It's my DUTY, ya know?

Love,
Dougie