Friday, July 16, 2010

Quasi Una Petroleum Fantasia



Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands

Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought
Thus on its sounding anvil shaped
Each burning deed and thought


The Village Blacksmith, Longfellow





I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled at my Ma in the driving rain

But it’s alright now
In fact it’s a gas
It’s alright now
I’m Jumping Jack Flash
And it’s a gas, gas, gas


Jumping Jack Flash, Rolling Stones





Here comes Speed Racer
He’s a demon on wheels
He’s a demon and he’s gonna be chasing after someone

He’s gaining on you so you better look alive


Speed Racer, Theme Song





Imagine a world without any trees,
without any grass growing on the ground,
no green above or below to be found.
Gray clouds. Gray wood. Gray dust in a gray breeze.

Gray rain falls to gray puddles, sidewalk seas
reflecting gray birds flying, somewhere bound.
Gray squirrels scraping gray dead wood, gray dead sound.
This gray world the gray iron sewer grate receives.

Red, yellow, the last refuge of bright green,
traffic lights will flash while power grids hold.
Above the sewer grates cars will pass, pass, pass.

When US paper currency is clean
it’s green and will buy things until banks fold.
The last thing I’ll buy will be gas, gas, gas.


Like A Bright Green Fantasy












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Like A Bright Green Fantasy


Adventure’s Waiting Just Ahead



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