MC Hazard 2 the Status Quo - WORD

by Diana Rosalind Trimble

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released December 18, 2013

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Diana Rosalind Trimble New Orleans, Louisiana

After being discovered by Bobby McFerrin as a young vocal improviser in San Francisco, I continued to sing and write in experimental performance ensembles that remain important in the history of the 80s & 90s Bay Area arts scene, followed by one decade of tangling with the music biz in LA & NYC (read Little Tiger on here), then another in Europe, always making records of collabs along the way! ... more

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Track Name: Monarchy in the UK
Monarchy in the UK!

Aristocracy
It’s got no place in a democracy
It’s nothing but hypocrisy
When some are born to reign

“Let’s put on our bestest whitest sockses
Get all dressed up and go kill foxes
‘cause that’s what orthodox is
We’ve got traditions to maintain!”

It’s an anachronism
Not like Mr Rotten’s anarchism
Which shed a light upon the schism
The separation of the classes

It’s still as relevant as ever
Our little Johnny sounds quite clever
And still the future dreams forever
Of liberation for the masses

My message shouldn’t be a mystery
Let’s help make monarchy history
Because my hands are getting blistery
From hanging tightly to the edge

Meanwhile privilege’s progeny
Are enforcing a homogeny
As they’re chugging Perignon for free
singin’ “We are Family!” –just like the Sister’s Sledge

Yes everybody is a cousin
They’ve got at least a banker’s dozen
And like a bee just can’t help buzzin’
They can’t help sticking with their hive

Just place a call to Lady Anne
She’ll do the jolly best she can
For any blood-related man
To keep the club of blood alive

Once knew a guy and he was posh
But still he hadn’t any dosh
We’d go and get a bite of nosh
I ‘d pay my way and then the tip

What is the point, I’d say to me
Of name, land and heredit’ry
If you are cheap as cheap can be
As cheap as that proverbial chip

He sodomized me once on shrooms
At least he tried in his front rooms
If that was sex then men have wombs
I tell ya The boarding schools had warped this lad

Kicked out of school and hooked on smack
He’d left the hive and not looked back
But it’s not hard to pose as slack
If all your tabs are paid by dad

“It’s important to have an emblem of
The things you want to be a semblance of
And note the family resemblance of
The lineage that shaped the past.”

“You’ll see them in the National Gallery
And in the spirit of equality
We’ve even put them in the part that’s free
So all can see our clan is built to last”

But the little people get forgotten
Just down the mine or pickin’ cotton
Don’t get to keep what they have gotten
There aint no statues of their kin

So if a miner was your great-Grandad
A rendering his visage never had
He never ordered war nor birthed no fad
Til the coal dust did him in

Aristocracy
Got no place in a democracy
Some may call it heterodoxy
When I call it weird and vain

These silly titles are beyond absurd
A princess is like any other bird
Still just two tits but by that single word
Our deference she can obtain

I have a dream like Dr King once said
When people everywhere blue, green and red
Mutts and well-bred, the hungry and well fed
Will recognise we’re all the same

So let’s not rest ‘til it’s demolished
This silly system is abolished
Until the “honours list” is polished
Off/ cuz only that will end this shame

I’ll never curtsey and I won’t kowtow
Except to take applause I will not bow
You disagree? Oh ok then, show me how:
You can shtart by kisshing my assh

Me, I prefer a meritocracy
Where talent and hard graft will set you free
To be the ultimate that you can be
Cuz baby,
That’sh what I call
Class
Track Name: The Tower
Lately certain songs seem to stick in me
seem to whirl around repetitiously
telling me teaching me healing me musically
spelling out that something’s wrong
and I say to myself What’s going on?
So much trouble in the world So much trouble in the world Today the twin towers in the land of Babylon fell
I saw it on Television
live and direct from Hell
Watched the unbelievable happen
before my sleep smeared eyes
with shock but not surprise
as kamikaze devotees of Thanatos blazed their satanic heroic exodusinto adrenalin death-buzz overdose bidding for oblivion in a method most grandiose turning lower Manhattan just like this
into a soot-filled necropolis
thus begging a terrible question
oh how the fuck did this begin?
when will it end when will we end it stop pretending, stop dissembling stop this parroting of chewed clichés that revolve around retaliation and only escalate the situation this war has no fucking enemy fools! it’s an internal viral invasion
in this culture of tired boasts ”we are the most”s ”let’s have a toast’s I say yes yes let’s let’s place some bets! five bucks says 50,000 died hey remember that thing with the cyanide? that Jim Jones thing back in 89 let’s all raise a glass of cool-aid wine to the numero uno and most divinely deceptively contrived lie that is us today us as in U.S. of A.-holes for whom the death knell tolls in this the land of the murdered Indian brave
the land of the bomb and the home of the slave
wow somebody out there must really be pissed let’s all hang a proxy to get our fix just like they did in old Haymarket a fire just needs a flame to spark it the doomsday prophets want to Noah’s ark it it’s Y2K II deja vu give or take a few plot points the panic sets in the xenophobic uglies start to burble in the din don’t you know that it’s true that for me and for you the world is a ghetto don’t you know that it’s true that for me and for you the world is a - people moving out people moving in why? because of the color of their skin run, run, run, but you sure can’t hid An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth hey vote for me and I’ll set you free rap on brother, brother rap on well the only person talkin bout love thy brother is the preacher and it seems nobody’s interested in learning but the teacher segregation determination demonstration integration aggravation humiliation time to question what’s in a nation ball of confusion yeah that’s what the world is today woo hey hey

our fix is a dose of good old-fashioned retribution hey that’s the strongly manly solution catch the bastards and watch ‘em die a truth, I mean a tooth, for a why, I mean I I mean who are these monsters who cheer in the streets? did ya see ‘em in Palestine, waving their sheets marked with slogans applauding this blow to their devil but Americans never would sink to their level oh no says the news anchor we will survive! we’re still number one, we’re still broadcasting live this is different from when we dropped bombs on Baghdad watched strikes set to music to make us feel glad that we had such good aim in this cool techy game
that we’re tough the right stuff that enough is enough is enough is enough
that the president must never be perceived as a
powder puff a sissy a wuss or a faggot
‘cause in the death culture all the spoils go to the maggot that lives off the fat of collateral damage so pork up the army and somehow we’ll manage to keep building more bigger bombs than the others to kill foreign sons before they kill our mothers..
“we’re gonna hunt down an’ punish these folks!” said the leader of the free world
in between two bad jokes
oh fuck said I we are all gonna die this is the guy in charge of our protection bet yer sorry ya stole that election!
but then maybe not could it be a dark plot is this the war from within?
if so did it just begin if so it has barely but barely but barely begun this twin towers thing just the first pop from a handgun
don’t you get to some people this shit is fun!
could this be some kinda sick bid for control of your thoughts of your feelings of your e-mail (!) of your soul
no it couldn’t be that that they fabricate disaster just to crush the people faster?
Hah! They wouldn’t do it! that’s insane you mean kill their own then cast the blame?
Now I don’t mean to be a harbinger of ruin or imply that it’s a shoe-in that the power’s about to do in it’s own in its maddest ever ploy to oppress the hoi polloi to sustain the status quo all I am saying is that I think these thoughts but admit that I don’t know
Whose side is which and what’s a win and who do you trust to save your skin and will the body count just keep rising higher tell me again – what’s the definition of friendly fire?
When your lips move are you a liar?
Or do you speak the truth though you may tire stand when you’d like to fall remember they made paperweights out of the Berlin wall
Yes we can be heroes everyone of us knows hey I remember how that song goes..
I I can remember standing by the wall the guns shot above our heads and we kissed as though nothing could fall
And the shame was on the other side
Oh we can beat them forever and ever
And we can be heroes
Just for one day
Whatcha say

Oh and speaking of kisses and worlds and wishes
And wond’rin what’s gonna happen next
it reminds me of that song by X
where the angry eloquent punk priestess Exene
spits out poetry like lit gasoline...

danana danana nana danana danana nana
no-one is united all things are untied
guess who’s boiling over inside
they’ve been telling lies
there are no angels there are devils in many ways
take it like a man
the world’s a mess it’s in my kiss
the world’s a mess it’s in my kiss...

and yet when I saw the newsclown’s skit
seemed like some of ‘em almost relished it
seemed like they knew their time was now
camera close-up on the furrowed brow
but even the disguise was only partly intact
for the first time in my life there was a rip in the act
the mask was on crooked the hood was pulled back
that we verged on the end of times was how it appeared
like the time of Armageddon
I mean not to be weird but didn’t it kinda seem like Judgement Day?
Or maybe just made to look that way

Alas! alas! that great city Babylon!
In a single hour thy plagues have come
A single hour of desolation
And the merchants of the earth mourned and swore
For none would buy their goods no more
The precious stones the wealth of wheat
the souls of men the vats of meat

and so on and so forth and such
perhaps you think I’m a bit touched
In the head it’s been said
But the tower is toppled and the bodies fall down
to the ground hit by lightning that shatters the town
streets become detrituts and debris dumps
and there on the small screen
a couple clasps hands and jumps
from the one hundred somethingth floor
to be no more
so we, my friends and I , discuss this at some length
declaring it a kind of strength
I mean if you knew you were about to die
wouldn’t you step off the ledge and try to fly?
why? why not?
when one last act is all you got
look on the bright side
it’s your one and only chance
to do the 99 Storey Freefall Dance!
make no mistake\
i’m not making light of death
just proposing that flight
may be the best response in a situation
requiring a choice between hurtling through space
and incineration
both are certain to end in death
think I’d take the air for my last breath
oh kids these are ancient tremendous tears
and the song that comes to mind now is
Five Years..
pushing through the market square
so many mothers sighing
the news had just come over
we had 5 years left to cry in
the newsguy wept and told us
that the earth was surely dying
cried so much his face was wet
that’s how I knew
he was not lying
I heard telephones opera house favorite melodies
I saw boys with their toys electric guns and TVs
my brain hurt like a warehouse
I had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to keep everything in there
We’ve got 5 years what a surprise
5 years stuck on my eyes
5 years my brain hurts a lot
5 years and that’s all we’ve got

but wait a second friends
I didn’t come here to be fatalistic
to lose all hope in the negative statistics
the sadistic ballistics no no no!
my friends we need to get SY-NER-GISTIC
we need to combine our healthy action
we need to resist the cheap distraction
resist the urge to split into factions
it’s no longer about whose typed up the best thesis
here’s a new word
can you say
SYN-AR-TESIS?
That’s a binding or a knitting together
like a creative union or a cooperative communion
like the photons with their
“spooky action at a distance”
we can combine and enjoin our energies
they will yield without resistance
which happens to be synergistic’s other definition
in other words
we can change things by our own volition
trust is our shield love is our ammunition
hope is our magic ride
our secret weapon is vision
as it turns out – we are on a mission!
so give yourselves permission to join me in a brief rendition
of a favorite rhyme I like to sing
war what is it good for absolutely nothing

war – HIUH – good god yawl
what is it good for – absolutely nothing
say it again
war – HIUH – good god yawl
what is it good for – absolutely nothing
say it again
nothing say it again nothing say it again nothing say it again..

oh you’ve been a delight so kind and polite
thank you ever so much I am touched
that you came here tonight
the envelope of hope is now open
mucho gracias for hearing what I have spoken
it’s but a token of my love
I’m kind of a nun a none of the above
so I leave you for now with a prayer and a bow
I hope I have brought a small measure of thought
to this “tragic occasion affecting the nation”
that you leave feeling wise no need for disguise
a few tears in the eyes
and a vow of commitment to change this predic’ment
as an ally once said
in a somewhat overly dramatic voice
“we just have to dare to be brilliant
dahling
and after all,
to be daring is within everyone’s choice”
Track Name: The Bare Naked Burkas (Faces)
THE BARE NAKED BURKAS

Faces...Faces...
I wanna see your faces...

We’re the bare naked burkas with the latest of crazes:
we flash a lot of flesh but we got cloth on our faces
Cuz how they gonna do ya for indecent exposure
When you’re covering your features so that nobody
nobody knows ya?

Say you wanna throw a party but you’re short o the flow
After buying discount snacks and getting beat on the blow
Well you just slip into your burka and go shopping for free
Cuz they’ll be trippin’ in the Tesco cuz they all so PC
So it’s like no one can see you when you’re casing the aisles
All be looking past your shoulder with the fakest of smiles
MeanWHILE – in your burka – such a handy device
You can stash a crate of Jack and still got room for the ice!

While security’s pre-occupied with watching the hoo-dies
You and your burka make the exit with the goo-dies
If they could see your face they’d see you smile with glee
But they can’t – neither can their sucka CCTV!

All you spray can artists if a bust aint your fancy
Fool, get a burka – I just sent one to Banksy!

If you’re dealin with the fuzz and it comes to a battle
well seriously now they shoulda had ‘em in Seattle
Cuz it’s hard to figure out the perpetrator of a prank
running rampant through McDonalds, chucking bricks at the bank
When they’re wearing a disguise and you can barely see their eyes
If you could make a pos-it-ive ID – well I’d be surprised
Activists lissen up
Don’t wanna get jerk-ed?
Next time you get suited up
get booted and burka-ed!

If you’re gonna take up stalkin’ then I highly recommend it
If you wanna be a flasher I can only defend it
If you’re done with a man
and wanna send a friend to end it
Nothin’s better than a burka to assist with the pretendin’
Cuz you gotta admit that in all o these cases
Y’all could never pull it off if I could see your faces..

(faces......faces...faces
I wanna see your faces

Oh I hope they never ban it like they said in the news
It’s a “woman’s choice” to wear it (like some chicks choose a bruise)
If you wanna be a package sealed for just one man
Baby get yerself a burka just as fast as you can
You’ll feel so modest and sweet
tiptoeing down the street
Not just a piece of meat
no trashy eye-candy treat
Not like those western ‘hos
their noses all exposed
tiny skirts
evil flirts
Jezebel as an English Rose
Just wear the sheet
try to ignore the heat
But can you lift up a corner if you got to...
eat?

It’s not the law that gotta change but it’s the mind my sisters
There’s gotta be equality for misses and misters
Don’t care who your god is, if you’re sexy, what your race is
But I love all my sisters and I wanna see your faces!

(faces......faces...faces
I wanna see your faces )

So while I big up the burka for committing a crime
When it’s part of a “tradition” that’s been handed through time
You gotta ask yourself why and what’s the reason behind
Any garment that makes women in-vi-sib-le and blind?

If you peek into the history then I’m sure that you’ll see
That when looking for a hooker in Twelve Hundred BC
Well you wouldn’t want to be hittin’ on the wife of The Man:
She’s insulted - you’re arrested and get tossed in the can
And if you tried to buy a blowie off your neighbour’s witchy daughter
He could legally castrate ya not just feel like he oughta
So for maximum convenience of all those concerned
So the ladies aren’t offended and the John’s don’t get burned
They gave the ladies veils
so men could tell apart:
The virgin, the mother, the nun, and the tart

And that’s the reason for the burka tho I’ll make no excuses
For finding that it has some other really good uses!

We’re the bare naked burkas with the latest of crazes:
we flash a lot of flesh but we got cloth on our faces
Cuz how they gonna do ya for indecent exposure
When you’re covering your features so that nobody knows ya?

We’re the bare naked burkas with the latest of crazes:
we flash a lot of flesh but we got cloth on our faces
Cuz how they gonna do ya for indecent exposure
When you’re covering your features so that nobody knows ya?

Don’t care who your god is, if you’re sexy, what your race is
But I love all my sisters and I want to see your faces!

.........faces......faces...faces

faces......faces...faces.................

I wanna know ya...
Track Name: Women's Magazine Dating Advice
Never trust a man who doesn't get on with his mater
he'll either be a woman-hater or a chronic masturbator
if he says he'll ring you up just say you'll text him - later
Don't! Then take the next outgoing flight to the equator
there sitting on the sunny sands enjoy a glass of rum
be glad you didn't spend your days with a man 'oo 'ates 'is mum
it's likely that he lacks the skills required to make you cum
and probable he will expect
you'll take it up the bum!
Track Name: Free Sex
sometimes i wonder if there’s something wrong with me
because sometimes and on occasion
i’ve been known to turn down perfectly good offers of
free sex
often with attractive people with whom it’s not inconceivable
that a night locked in passionate embrace
– all questions or doubts as to the authenticity of said passion left to one side for the moment -
might not be wholly without its pluses
and yet i walk away from these potential nocturnal encounters and
i wonder why
and the answer is this
it’s because i start thinking
and what i start thinking about is how
if i have sex with this person
it will mean a co-mingling of energies
we’ll be cohabitating the same space
swapping spit
we’ll be bending time together
and showing ourselves as naked and ridiculous
we’ll be intermingling our dna
we’ll risk exposure to viruses
there may well be a confessional period during which we feel compelled to
spill our deepest and most allegorically transparent secrets
and which will be acutely embarrassing in later reflection
we may reveal a particular fantasy that the other person finds odious
or vice versa
i don’t know which is worse
it could turn out that an unfortunate lack of good taste in undergarments is exposed
or that a refresher course in matters of basic hygiene is overdue
despite the deceptively clean exterior
a divisive difference of political opinions might disrupt the fragile boundaries of pillow talk
or wildly divergent dietary theories result in a disastrous breakfast-after
old religious battles might be revived within us
the march to arms of our distant ancestral clans still clamouring to
right ancient wrongs
we may find that each other sadly reinforces the altogether none too positive view arrived at thus far
of those of the other’s type
or worse we may convince ourselves
that we’ve found
love
and thus start seeing each other regularly
a few times a week
buy extra toothbrushes, that sort of thing
exchange house keys perhaps
publicly demonstrate our sexual partnership by the use of non-verbal signals
i.e. hold hands and attend to the slightest disarray of the other’s clothing
we may thrill to the other’s presence and feel desolate in its absence
we may not get sexually bored after 6 months
we may feel we are
happy
and then one day
suddenly and without warning
one of us may be unexpectedly killed in a freak accident
or fall in love with someone they run into at a high-school reunion...an old flame...
or turn out to be a
secret cocaine kingpin with another family back in colombia
because you never know

and so
although there is this small chance that we could spend a wonderful night together
in which we divulge no personal details
have fantastic underclothes
share a full english breakfast
and never see each other again
it’s all the other possibilities i worry about
which is why
instead of being in a single’s bar, or at a club night, or clad in latex at a fetish party,
or at one of those weird speed dating things,
i am at a poetry event
where everyone is sensitive and deep and couldn’t possibly have horrible politics
or at the very least
if i do get approached
i will know right from the very start
to enjoy
but not believe for a minute
the lovely words
which might lead me to accepting an offer of
free sex