Melbourne Story

[Boss]

Give Me Back My Broken Head

Home? I haven't been home in twenty odd years. I've been existing on the flanks, the outskirts, the periphery. I haven't hung my pictures on the wall, haven't nestled in my own couch. Had no car for three years. No dog for five. I live and sleep in old clothes, I don't own a suit. I eat basic - beans and chops, maybe a frankfurt or two. I like sugar - cordial, orange juice, chocolate. My teeth aren't good, body overweight, I wear glasses. I like the footy or cricket or tennis - I like to watch it. I used to like to play it. I don't like hot weather which is a bummer as I live in Australia. Perhaps I should move to Scandinavia! I can be grumpy, but I still laugh at the oddest things. My life can be described as below par, substandard, boring. I don't go out very much at all. I used to all the time - even after I knew. I used to until I went to Israel. Until the penny dropped. Until everything was clear. It's an interesting thing this penny dropping. The moment when the confusion is swept away, when you can see that very thing that has been staring you in the face for so long. You consider the new reality that supplants the old, you assess the coming tribulation. And for once, for about an hour, you know. And you sense G-d, and you thank Him. Because now you don't just think you'll be a hero, you know you have always been one. You see you never left her and home, you just stepped out for a bit.

[Boss]

When The World Runs Amok

The banks they have interest
In you and in me
The billion dollar profit
Where nothing is free

Big business holds sway
They offer a prize
Their elegant lying
The stock market guise

Government power
They play with your mind
Honour - a memory
They see we are blind

Religion confused
The rife companies
The people forgotten
The Lord G-d He sees

Military minds
They stockpile it all
To kill, just to kill
These leaders will fall

Law is so buckled
In dollars and cents
All for big payouts
They cull recompense

Fundamentalist fool
Expert in terror
Four year old girl is
Lost in your murder

They turned Lennon off
Shot him in the back
For touching a nerve
He knew all the cracks

Of who held the power
Of who followed Mao
Of who had the money
And who ran the Dow

He envisaged a day
Where peace would arise
The bastards they knew it
He suspiciously dies

There are many like him
Entrapped by the romans
Suffocating daily
In greed and bad slogans

Look at our China
Mid East it ain't pretty
Look in the paper
At old New York City

Corruption galore
Justice is dead
This pseudo like culture
It's gone to our head

The cheats and the spies
That's where Casey is at
Who knows who is true?
Who else smells a rat?

We believe all the lies
The flaming mistruth
The doings of bent men
With no bloody proof

When things get so rotten
When you just cannot win
When the world runs amok
Then the lord will kick in

http://youtu.be/TxbIU0X-lCI

Shabbat shalom

[Boss]

http://youtu.be/YGzY60YbeKs

Been dancing to this around the house yesterday and today. Amazing.

Spirits up,
Boss

[Boss]

Elephant
they collect
they collate
your ivory
by the side
of the road

Your grey body
dead in a heap

Fuck them

[Cate]

It's brutal and incredibly sad.

(glad to see you were dancing the other day Adam)

[Boss]

I'm glad you could see that, Cate.

Now lets get fair dinkum. I rang the World Wildlife Fund this morning. They are sending me application forms to donate money monthly. If you live in Australia these are the contacts:

1800 032 551

wwf.org.au/survival

WWF, GPO Box 528,
Sydney, NSW 2001

Put your money into something worthwhile. Don't buy a pizza, rather save a tiger or hippo or elephant or...

Shabbat shalom,
Boss

[Boss]

At twelve midnight tonight it will be exactly 10 years since I had my last cigarette. I smoked from the age of 12 - I remember it as clear as day. The Preliminary Final between Geelong and Collingwood, the second last Saturday in September, 1980. The game was at VFL Park. Me, Jacko, Ash and Campers got a pack. I did the drawback, thought I was pretty good. I smoked until 2004 - about 25 years. My father died of lung cancer, I have an emphysemic wheeze that won't go away. I smoked about 45 a day.

I am proud of myself for quitting.

Good Shabbos for tomorrow night,
Boss

[imaginary friend]

Respect to you for quitting and staying with it, Boss. Respect to your poetry, and integrity, too.

xo

[Boss]

I thank you, Sheila.

Adam

[Boss]

Watching Al Jazeera today I found out the following:

• China spends $200B a year on defence

• The US spends $600B a year on defence.

Now I spend $576 AU* a year through Plan sponsoring a child in Ethiopia.

If each child is worth $576 how many children would $800B from China and America support?

Answer: I,388,888,888 children! That really would go a very long way in eradicating world poverty.

* I understand the Australian dollar is worth less than the US now, but for simplicity I am assuming the currencies are on parity which they have been recently.

Enjoy Shabbat,
Boss

[Boss]

It has been a few days since I formulated the above post. And I've had a problem ever since I worked out the figures. I find it so very hard to believe that about 1.39 billion children could be supported. The figure just seems too high. I checked and re-checked. $576 to each, every year. Can you see the possibility? Can you understand the workings of our leaders? Can you see they build war machines to KILL, only to KILL?

They could save so many of us.

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For The Rabble

There's a mighty judgement brewing
And you know I am not wrong
First The US will be moving
To a change so very strong

There's a mighty judgement brewing
And it's really our own fault
So the lord will fix and ruin
As the Order somersaults

There's a mighty judgement brewing
No more holier than thou
Just an average bloke enduring
Just to keep a certain vow

There's a mighty judgement brewing
All the rain it will a-tumble
On the fabric of our doing
See, the truth will never crumble

There's a mighty judgement brewing
When the weak are so enriched
With a peace that is a shoo-in
No more war or killing fix

There's a mighty judgement brewing
All the evil cast aside
And the critics misconstruing
Just because they bloody lied

There's a mighty judgement brewing
That is so among the living
When our end is not ensuing
We will learn about forgiving

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Wednesday is
my birthday

Alone against
the world
Pissing against
the wind

Again

[Steven]

Hi Boss,

Happy birthday. (It's Wed. in my part of the earth.)

[Boss]

Dear Steven,

I wanna thank you, mate.

Peace,
Boss

[Boss]

There is distinct aloneness when no
one believes in you.

If I believe in myself, that is enough.

Should they believe in me, I shall be
grateful.

The more I believe in them, the more I
believe in myself.

[taens]

I believe in you, Boss!)