Five pieces that didn’t make our show.
Posted this song last April, in the end winter mist and cold gray Cleveland haze of never coming spring. I don’t do winters well since we missed the winters of 2006 thru 2008 and found I liked it a lot.
Couple poet people recently sent good word on it so I went back to listen and found this bouncy bit of fun with dark & droll lyrics.
Click to play Cleveland Gray.
Weather was winter 30s when I wrote it 11 months ago; this week it’s in the 70s with sun. We humans seem to have given Mother Earth a fever; I doubt we’ll like her cure.
Here are the lyrics.
Cleveland Gray
The gray glooms swoom
Over my head
Dimming my dimmer
Breaking my bread
Hurting my heart
Aching my gut
Emptying my bucket of luck
Feeling blue what do I do I gotta shake these Cleveland blues
Mom’s dead
Dad died
The homework ate my dog
My money’s fled
My President lied
He’s helping the rich instead
(big big surprise)
Feeling blue what do I do to shake this Cleveland gray?
No home heart warmth
To keep me sane
Shadowed sun forgotten sum
Jams my brain
Makes hopes a corpse
Life a pain
Of course of course
Feeling blue what do I do to shake this Cleveland gray?
Maybe get some sleep
Or take a toke
Shuck a sheep
Or shake a joke
Gonna drown in this Cleveland frown
Blue gray brown
Downtown brown
— Smith, 4-2011
39 more Ball & Smith songs at reverbnation.com/mutantsmith – all free downloads.
Music, mix and recording by Peter Ball of Apartment One; words and vocals Smith.
Recording a new number Tuesday.
My wife refuses to feed me today, or most of tomorrow. How Cruella de Vil-ish of her, especially when I had to stand by hungry and unfed and watch while she made 4 sandwiches for this morning’s Occupy Cleveland info tent folk.
I can’t eat for another 20 hours, on top of the 14 hours since last eating thanks to my first ever colonoscopy tomorrow. I can drink clear liquids or eat non-red-non-blue Jell-O
What’s going to be worse is at 5 p.m. I have to start drinking this horrendous gag-inducing colyte mixture every 20 minutes which will keep me on or near the toilet the rest of the evening and all night long . . . until I’m defecating nothing but clear water.
It is going to be one long day and a half.
Reminds me of getting dysentery in Marrakech and spending 30-some hours spewing from both ends . . . Lady had the same experience doubled down in Mexico. Dysentery is a great rapid weight loss program, but with one heck of a physical and mental price tag.
I used to fast 3-5 days couple times a year, but it’s been 10 years since I’ve participated. I’ve been thinking of doing it for awhile now to chase some of the brooding self-whining thoughts from my head and getting back in the Universal flow, but I’ve hesitated because I’m down to 172 and I’d lose at least 10 pounds which would put me below my 17 year old weight of 49 years ago. Not sure a six foot three inch guy should weigh 160 . . . maybe I can enter a William Burroughs look-alike contest and growl some nasty prose.
I’m thinking of turning this from a negative to a positive experience — you know, the old bromide about taking brown waste water and making lemonade. Figure I’ll use it as a mental, spiritual, physical cleansing to get myself back to a higher plane. I mean, it’s got to be done, so I may as well turn it to my advantage, like a double coupon day where I get two benefits for the misery of one.
The odd thing about fasting for me is the first day and a half are miserable brain and stomach-wise cuz all you think about is food – but after around 36 hours the hunger dissipates and your body feels light, high, while your mind seems happier, less clogged . . . in fact you feel so good you think about never eating again. But eventually you do and inevitably I always eat too much and feel slow and hot and dense and stupid as food reenters my body process.
Weighed myself this morning. Will weigh again tomorrow before I go in and see just what percentage of waste I am.
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Nulvoid 1
You can eat your cake and have it too
You just got to save your shit
— Smith, 1975
Thus ends my shameless self promotion and art pimping spree
at least until we’ve another project to flog
or encursion to encourage.
The Last Chance Salon: 64 pieces, 4 Smiths, 44 years.
Closing Reception 6-10 p.m. tonight Friday 3.9.12
Sacred Pulp
Two Dead Smiths, Two Live Smiths
featuring
Mother Dwarf Smith, 1926 – 2005
Cat Smith, 1957 – 1987
Lady K. Smith, 1972 – ?
Steven B. Smith, 1946 – ?
Mastroianni Arts
2688 W 14th St, Cleveland, OH 44113
(in Tremont, 2 blocks south of Lincoln Park)
It’s the monthly Tremont Art Walk so there’s a plethora of galleries with an abundance of bounty to be.
Madame X, 2004, Mother Dwarf – fotos Smith/
Offworld VI, 2006, Lady K – foto Smith
Die-a-rama, 2004, Mother Dwarf – foto Smith
Stephen Strange, 1977, Smith – foto Smith
Cosmic Duck, 2007, Lady K – fotos Smith
Heart waves
squiggle lines
weave
Squiggle – foto Smith
