for nick and leonard

"Anthem"

The birds they sang at the break of day

Start again I heard them say

Don't dwell on what has passed away

or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will be fought again

The holy dove She will be caught again

bought and sold and bought again

the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs

the signs were sent: the birth betrayed

the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood of every government --

signs for all to see. the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood of every government -- signs for all to see.

I can't run no more with that lawless crowd

while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud.

But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud

and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum

You can strike up the march, there is no drum

Every heart, every heart to love will come

but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack, a crack in everything

That's how the light gets in.

That's how the light gets in.

That's how the light gets in.

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"PINK MOON."

I saw it written and I saw it say

Pink moon is on its way

And none of you stand so tall

Pink moon gonna get you all

It's a pink moon

Hey, it's a pink moon

It's a pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon.

It's a pink, pink, pink, pink, pink moon.

I saw it written and I saw it say

Pink moon is on its way

And none of you stand so tall

Pink moon gonna get you all

It's a pink moonYeah, it's a pink moon

I remember when Nicks first "LP" came out.

I thought it was very beautiful. A friend of mine had it.

It seems the rest of the world waited thirty years and his death at twenty-six to figure it out.

Real art is like that.

I hope a lot of people feel secretly foolish.

Irony and ipods. Blissful Isolation.

As far as Leonard goes......I remember when HIS first album came out.

A "cult" figure for twenty odd years.

I won't repeat myself.

I'll let Leonard have the last word.

"The Future"

Give me back my broken night

my mirrored room, my secret life

it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture

Give me absolute control

over every living soul

And lie beside me, baby,

that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex

Take the only tree that's left

and stuff it up the hole

in your culture

Give me back the Berlin wall

give me Stalin and St Paul

I've seen the future, brother:

it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions

Won't be nothing

Nothing you can measure anymore

The blizzard, the blizzard of the world

has crossed the threshold

and it has overturned the order of the soul

When they said REPENT REPENT

I wonder what they meant

When they said REPENT REPENT

I wonder what they meant

When they said REPENT REPENT

I wonder what they meant

You don't know me from the wind

you never will, you never did

I'm the little jew who wrote the Bible

I've seen the nations rise and fall

I've heard their stories, heard them all

but love's the only engine of survival

Your servant here, he has been told

to say it clear, to say it cold:

It's over, it ain't going any further

And now the wheels of heaven stop

you feel the devil's riding crop

Get ready for the future:

it is murder

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient

western code

Your private life will suddenly explode

There'll be phantoms

There'll be fires on the road

and the white man dancing

You'll see a woman hanging upside down

her features covered by her fallen gown

and all the lousy little poets coming round

tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson

and the white man dancin'

Give me back the Berlin wall

Give me Stalin and St Paul Give me

Christ or give me Hiroshima

Destroy another fetus now

We don't like children anyhow

I've seen the future, baby:

it is murder

BIG LOVE OF A TINY FOOL

Well.

In hindsight, ( and we all know hindsight is just the best.) my last post, waxing nostalgic was an exercise in futility. Most, if not all the people mentioned probably haven't thought of me in twenty years or more. One imagines that's just how it should be.

After all, these are my daydreams, and no one else's. Tra Laa.

Ok, now here's a quick low down: back to work finally, on my monster....two chapters to go my friends and the bulk will be finished. I can practically smell the freedom.

I'm pleased with the last commission Fhionn sold on eBay....completed it last evening.

And, my dear, dear friends, would anyone out there knows where I could find a FREE readable Moroccan or middle eastern font? A simple, no hassles download. Gotta have it soon.

I'm SO damn tired!!! Really.

While ill recently, I planned out an alter piece just to keep from going couch crazy.

It needs work.

Be safe and aware,

M.Z.

MY ETERNAL NOW.

This is a piece about memories. Mine. I honestly haven't got a clue about yours, so my writing about them would be unseemly to say the least. I mean, who knew you were a government researcher who inadvertently discovered a cure for Ebola? Not me.

It is my firm belief that "time" as we know it, that is, past, present, future, doesn't exist. It's just something our brains need to cope with the world, as we know it.

It's ALL happening in the eternal now.

Lately, in my quiet moments I've had a series of memories of my mid-adolescence that are both terribly Sweet and very troubling to some extent. Troubling in the sense that there are a few people, friends and acquaintances that I'd like to know if they are happy with their lives....or, at least still alive. My generation had a rather high damage rate.

I can hear you now, "mid life crisis shit." That would be quiet presumptuous of you to say the minimum. I had mine years ago, and am well past that nonsense.

This is a list, not comprehensive at all, but the ones that I would honestly like to know how they are. No big idiot reunion thing......just to set my curiosity at rest. I fully realize that "time" has gone by. A lot of it. But, as I stated earlier, we are all just as we were, as we are all, as we all are now.

Barbara Tipett: married I know, the last I knew, in Colorado somewhere. I always felt she knew my secrets but was to kind to tell me. In those troubled years, I felt safe with her.

Laural Heter....The greatest dame I ever met. "Cool" was invented for her. I heard last that she was a brilliant stained glass artist. She is one person I pray has had a good life. Her parents were the best.

David Alwes aka: Christopher.......an enigma wrapped in another. Took of to California.... I see a crow on a branch in winter, and that reminds me of David.

Bruce Mckay...... I may have forgotten an "A" in his name....the first musician I ever saw that played so hard his fingers bleed. A great guy. Last spotted in the early eighties.

Vicky Bandowski........A conversation in the park saved my life without her ever knowing.

Louise........hard to know, but I trusted her somehow.....

Leslie.....I should have paid more attention.

To these few people, I'd like you to know, I remember and these memories have kept me safe all these years. I love you all.

What a life I've had/have.

That's all, time to go to work. For me, work is life.

M.Z.

POWER CORRUPTION AND LIES

THIS BULLETIN IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE OFFICES OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATE OF AMERICA AND THE ATTORNEY GENERAL.

ALSO FROM THE DESK OF THE SECRETARY OF HOMELAND SECURITY.

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WE ARE PLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THAT WITH THE VIGILANCE OF THE AMERICAN PEOPLE AND THE DEDICATED STAFF AND FIELD OFFICERS OF YOUR LOCAL STATE AND COUNTY EMERGENCY RESPONDERS THAT THE ONGOING WAR ON SUMMER IS SHOWING SIGNS OF PROGRESS. REPORTS INDICATE THAT SLIGHT FROST HAS BEEN REPORTED IN THE NORTHWEST KINGDOM OF VERMONT NEW HAMPSHIRE AND MAINE AS WELL AS THE U.P. OF MICHIGAN.

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1. SIGNS OF SUNBLOCK LEFT BEHIND THE EARS, BESIDE THE NOSE AND CORNERS OF THE EYES.

2. SUSPICIOUSLY SHORT SLEEVES IN WARM WEATHER.

3. LIFE PRESERVERS, LAWN GAMES, AND CONCEALED OUTDOOR COOKING PARAPHERNALIA.

4.CYLINDERS OF PROPANE OR OTHER COMBUSTIBLES.

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THANK YOU FROM THE PRESIDENT, THE SECRETARY OF STATE AND HOMELAND SECURITY.

HAVE A SAFE AND HAPPY WINTER.

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The point?

Beware the corruption of language. The pious and powerful rule by envy, sex and fear.

What any well meaning person of conscience must do, is rigorously question authority. It is your right and obligation. Be aware of simple slogans and buzzwords that when examined, revel nothing.

You are better than that and deserve more than this. It's a fabulous world full of wonder and beauty if we all try. The end times are not upon us and as a species we are fully capable of change.

Yup, feeling better. Back to work by the weekend at the latest....it will be a pleasure I can tell you. Michael is going to his happy place.

Much love to you all, sincerely meant.

M.Z.

SICK.

To those of of you waiting on commissions and such like, please be patient....I'm posting today to inform you all I'm sick as the proverbial dog.

I'm going to grow roots on the sofa and listen to serious space music for a while.....

I'd eat some chicken soup but I'm vegetarian.

Later my friends......

M.Z.