Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Say You Love Me

Offering a pop confection from an unlikely source but the hand of satire knows not of boundaries or limitation... The complete song can be heard at: http://www.myspace.com/leighrichardwolf/

be my lover, be my lover, baby
be my lover, say you love me
be my lover, be my lover, baby

Play me songs that tell me tale and tune of how it is
Let the fever go and show me that I’m feeling it now
Feeling low, I’m feeling sad becaise you are not here
Hold me baby, as you do now can you feel my fear?

be my lover, be my lover, baby
say you love me, say I love you too
be my lover, see my lover, baby

Ever since I walked down that road,
Ever since I walked into that hole
When I found you standing there
Holding onto a small piece of my soul

be my lover, be my lover, baby
say I love you, say you love me too
be my lover, see my lover, baby

As I walk along the road beside you I can see a light
As we pass through a darkness I know we can beat the night
Everything we know we brought back home together and true
When we bring it back and it comes right back inside of you
And you know you care, always count to raise a tear
No matter where you go you will always find it here

be my lover, be my lover, baby
say I love you, say you love me
be my lover, to my lover, baby
Be my lover, say you love me yeah

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Anti-Remembrance Day II

As I stated last year, I am against how this celebration has evolved from a day of honouring all those humans killed by warfare to the to a day of blind worship of war itself. It has been ten years now that Canada, my country, has been killing and dying in Afghanistan. and the fear that drove us to invade originally has actually increased over time.

My position is that any soldier, every soldier, has made a choice to be a soldier, chose to be in combat, and choose to use their weapon. The small child, dying from "collateral damage" has no choice but to suffer.

Afghanistan
Afghanistan demands a planet stand
On guard, on demand, on the runway
Afghanistan does not quite understand
The economics of war and the gun way

Afghanistan commands our attention
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Afghanistan serves as an extension
Hard to pay back if you only borrow

Afghanistan, old Afghanistan
Woe unto to you Afghanistan
In no position to insist or demand
Want to know but don’t understand
An endless campaign not well planned
Woe unto to old Afghanistan

Afghanistan now a righteous reminder
Of the way that warfare imbalances roles
Afghanistan now that explosives defined her
A tale of illusion found in between poles

Afghanistan conquers by not really trying
As thousands of troops pour into that land
Afghanistan offers up death and the dying
The degradation of life in the palm of a hand

Afghanistan, old Afghanistan
Woe unto to you Afghanistan
In no position to insist or demand
Wants to know but just doesn’t understand
An endless campaign not very well planned
Woe unto to old Afghanistan


© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Sunday, November 7, 2010

the way of the system...

System has promoted, hardcore encoded,
People have voted, our revolver reloaded

System has failed, heartily disgusted,
Innocence jailed, people once trusted

System subjective, subsequently deflected,
Subject to directive, diabolically directed

System hedonistic then barometric changes,
Suddenly pessimistic, completely rearranges

System symptomatic,still with it’s adherents,
Enraged and emphatic, rotting in appearance,

System patriarchal has little left for giving,
Lost it’s shiny sparkle if you struggle for a living

System crash is near, take it as it comes,
The other skin feels fear so listen for the drums

System seems so alien so play it as it lays,
we who are mammalian see ways to better days

System is trancemagic
Fascistic and fantastic
Delicious and dramatic
Religious and fanatic

System is says sages, outrageous, contagious, in stages, lost wages in cages…

System transcending, pretending, comprehending, ever bending, soon ending...

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Half-Truth Blues

If I ever possessed one million dollars
It would cost two billion to take a shit
If I ever had my own number one single
Everyone else would have had their hit

If I possessed those natural good looks
Strong chiselled jaw and the perfect hair
The odds would then favour readers of books
Other objects of desire that remained unaware

If we sought to completely empty the mind
It would naturally fill with an essential clatter
As if “sucks to be you” was just cruel to be kind
As the manager went with a different batter

If a tryst that was missed is so easily passed
Whether both sides either blessed or cursed
In seeking to ignore those lessons that last
Why lessons of the past need to be rehearsed

If the old, and the new, are constant reminder
Mistakes that we make displace us like rain
Story of a woman is that no man defines her
Any hole in her heart is now born of her brain

If legacy of half-truths and lies defies the facts
Then power that corrupts us all is absolutely real
As we cower in shadows and hide behind our Macs
The hour that commands us reminds us all to feel

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

On Becoming

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means dominant dog set completely free
Means radical rant stem from inside of me

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means travelling the world from sea to sea
Means unravelling the past so I don’t flee

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means creating a world that I want to see
Means serving people with a desperate plea

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means seeking the source that holds the key
Means solacing the soul that climbs the tree

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means searching inside comes with it’s fee
Means processing progress while avoiding T.V.

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means searching the soul from sourcing a need
Means bending the will until boundaries bleed

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means learning the hard lessons one at a time
Means one mistake after another down the line

Becoming this person I was meant to be
Means everything that is unknown to me
Means all things ever known and will ever be

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf