Ablogalypse Now

a relic's lament

what of love remains
for a relic such as i?
out of synch with the world around me,
it seems that time has passed me by

although i mostly feel the same
as i did when the world was new,
those endless possibilities
have now dwindled to but a few

a knowing look, a telling glance
both so common in my youth
have all but disappeared
like so much withered fruit

all those wasted years
and countless squandered tears
have finally caught up with me
along with my darkest fears

of growing old alone -
my heart as cold as stone
counting the days till i become
a nameless pile of dust and bone

...::cdp2007::...

Song of Myself 2007

the majority of humanity
toils away in misery
so what right do i have as a mortal man
to challenge this reality?

i have no words to counter
this tired and worn-out refrain
other than to say, i have but one life
and to waste it seems insane

countless days defined by extremes
of exhaustion and distraction
all the while my existence mocked
by the lie of eternal resurrection

to spend my whole life shackled
to the wheel of mindless toil,
until the day my broken body
is allowed to rest beneath the soil

none of this makes any sense
to those with passion, such as i
who find no comfort whatsoever
in materialistic lies

so to those who think me a madman
a reckless fool, or even a child
you can keep your life of brain-dead work,
for i'd rather remain wild

...::cdp2007::...

Bat Country Radio: 01.27.07

Today's playlist.

Into the Black

Now, forever -
please put me back,
upon your shelf,
Into the Black

Back to the place
where cold memories dwell
Dark reminders
of Heaven and Hell

Of false paradise found,
and true paradise lost
For a fleeting desire
at a terrible cost

A price that neither
was prepared to pay,
now we've nothing
left to say

Now there's only the taste
of bitter fruit
and endless lament
over a point that's moot

Lost to each other,
lost to our selves,
each of us trapped
in our own private Hell

So now, forever -
please put me back,
upon your shelf,
Into the Black

..::cdp2007::..

Bat Country Radio: Playlist for 1.20.07

Today's playlist.

Q&A with Paleo Dave of "Bat Country Radio"

Q:  Why is your show called “Bat Country Radio”? Didn’t you steal that from Avenged Sevenfold?

A:  No. The name of the show refers to a violently bizarre landscape of the mind described by the late Dr. Hunter S. Thompson in, “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.”

Q:  What kind of music do you play?

A:  Mostly punk, metal and alt-grunge from the '70's, '80's and early '90's that makes the ears bleed and sets the brain on fire. The stuff that has fallen through the cracks and been all but forgotten by mainstream commercial radio.

Q:  Why is your show on at such an un-godly hour?

A:  Because if I was allowed to play this kind of stuff during the daytime, KXCI would likely get burned to the ground by a torch-and-pitchfork-wielding mob of enraged baby boomers.

Q:  Why don’t you ever play country music?

A:  Even though I’m a recovering Texan, on most days I would rather listen to a live audio feed from the killing floor of a slaughterhouse. But seriously, you can’t swing a dead cat in this town without hitting a country music station of some sort. Enough already.

Q:  Most of the bands you play are like, old and stuff. Why don’t you ever play anything new?

A:  I play the old stuff because it’s what I’m most familiar with. And even though a great deal of it tends to suck, I occasionally do play newer stuff.

Q:  The music you play hurts my ears. Why don’t you play stuff you can dance to?

A:  What is it with this generation having to turn everything into a dance track? I was at a show a couple months ago and I heard a fucking techno-disco version of "Back In Black" that made me want to pull my fucking teeth out. As fate would have it, I was born with two left feet and couldn’t dance if a gun was put to my head. And you actually can dance to this stuff, if you’re willing to suffer a few sprains, bruises, and the occasional compound fracture.

Q:  What about mashups? Why don't you play any of those?

A:  Back in my day, mashing was for potatoes, or for a guy's face if he looked at you the wrong way. We had to buy entire albums and listen to the whole goddamn thing one song at a time - AND WE LIKED IT!!! Seriously, mashups are okay, you should hear the one I have of Fiddy Cent vs Flock of Seagulls vs William Shatner - it's wicked cool.

Q:  Why don’t you offer your show as a podcast?

A:  I recently asked The KXCI Powers That Be about this and was told it has something to do with recording industry guidelines. Believe me, if it were up to me, I would.

Q:  How much do you get paid?

A:  I don’t. This is a volunteer gig that I do purely for the fun of it and for the freedom to play damn near anything I want.

Q:  Why don’t you try to get a job at a real radio station?

A:  Because I'm more interested in music than locker room toilet humor or insipid Hollywood gossip. And besides, KXCI is a real radio station. If I was offered and chose to accept a job at a commercial station I would most likely have to sacrifice the freedom to play what I want, and become a shill for local car dealerships, among other things.

Q:  When will you ever play some Skynyrd, man?

A:  When Pat Robertson shaves his head and converts to Krishna Consciousness, or when Britney Spears gets accepted into Mensa.

Q:  Did you ever have a mullet?

A:  Yes, unfortunately.

Q:  Favorite band of all time?

A:  Rush, hands down.

Q:  Favorite Metal band of all time?

A:  Queensryche, when they still had DeGarmo.

Q:  Favorite Thrash Metal band of all time?

A:  Anthrax.

Q:  Favorite Alternative band of all time?

A:  Jane’s Addiction

Q:  Favorite color?

A:  Black.

Q:  Boxers or briefs?

A:  Boxers.

Q:  Why do you call yourself Paleo Dave?

A:  Because there were already too many Daves at the station, because most of what I play comes from the Paleolithic age of Heavy Metal, and also because I have a degree in Archaeology.

Q:  And finally…if heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive?

A:  I'm sorry for Nixon, Reagan, Bush I, Bush II, Cancer, Reality TV, and Metallica's "St. Anger" CD. The pool's out back, drinks are on the house, stay away from the brown acid, and try not to break anything.

Bat Country Radio: 01.13.07

Today's playlist.

crossroads

in the weeks and months that followed
the end of certainty
and all he once knew, and held so dear...
he walked the razor's edge
between sanity and madness...
light and dark...
hope and despair...

map and compass lost,
he followed his heart

hoping to find
some warmth...
some joy...
some meaning...
some shred of anything tangible
he could cling to
to refute the lies he had been fed since birth,
and make his life worth living

but with the passage of time,
and countless classified ads
that seemed to mock his very existence

...salesman
...repairman
...analyst
...technician
...consultant
...whore

...slave

each day became a cold, bloodless repeat
of the day before

and the light
at the end of the tunnel
began to flicker and fade

it was then that an idea
once deemed unthinkable
began to take root
in the back of his mind

if all is survival,
and misery is a basic fact
of human existence,
then what difference did it make?

better the clarity of the battlefield
than the ceaseless muddled thoughts
of a creative mind
out of synch with the harsh economic realities
that dictated his day-to-day life

staring hard at the recruiter's office,
he crumpled the precious few scraps of paper
that held the words and pictures
he'd carried all his life
threw them to the ground,
and slowly walked inside.

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