Last updated on 2012.02.29
Feist is our kids. The dancers are we teachers.
And our legislators are the narrow-minded corporate-hack producers who don't understand good music.
1234, that's the bill we need to kill.
Sleepless long nights
Merit pay makes teachers ill.Old ALEC hopes
Are alive on the House floor.
Pierre pays teachers nothing
But they want some more.Oh, you're changing your heart
Oh, you know who you are.No facts, no support,
This bill tears the schools apart.
Cozy and cold,
A hobbling horse without a cart.Those teenage hopes
For teachers to prize
Soon dashed by laws based on partisan lies.Oh, you're changing your heart,
Oh, you know who you are.1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, or 10,
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9, or 10,
Money can't buy you back the love that you had then.Oh, you're changing your heart,
Oh, you know who you are.
Oh, you're changing your heart,
Oh, you know who you are.Oh, those teenage souls,
They're breaking your heart.
Oh, those teenage souls,
They're breaking my heart.
Always a work in progress... your suggestions for alternative lyrics are welcome. But if you're driving by the Capitol, consider putting the CD or MP3 in your player and cranking it up loud.
Or just get Grudz to grab his banjo and go sit there on the capital steps and sing it. I bet he'd do it for a week's worth of biscuits and gravy. (Nice tune, Corey. Good alt lyrics too.)
A banjo blockade! That's what we need!
LOVE IT!
It would make the national news if you could get about 20 banjo pickers. Seriously! LOL.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1p8HSw_t-G8
Dreams that rule in Pierre
drift against prevailing winds
and smother us out here.
Hi, haiku! Time for. Mass protest by art!
one too many syllables in third verse, Stan....
good, tho.....
Aw c'mon.
That 17 thing isn't cast in stone, Larry. :^)
What I liked was the meter and the rhyming 1st and 3rd stanzas,
(...but only if you say the word "Pierre" like we do "out here.")
If you pronounce "Pierre" like non-South Dakotans do, you would actually be two syllables long against the prototypical 17 syllable haiku form.
Honestly, I didn't really recognize it as a possible haiku until Corey mentioned it.
Then, like Larry, I tried for a minute or two to find a syllable to edit, but there are none.
It's too lovely to mess with.
Plus the nature reference and surprise ending make it more than true to haiku tradition.
So I'm giving an extra bonus point for hiding a syllable and another one perhaps for writing a pure prairie haiku unintentionally.
That would be awesome indeed.
So tell us Stan, did you really mean to write one?
Or did it just show up for you?
Either way, thanks for it.
It's wonderful.
A+
'and' in the third verse
is a slip of the tongue(ing),
a keyboard slippage
my buddy, herb haist
and kurtz formed a company:
you know the story
For further analysis (all ye non-poetry types) see this pretty good haiku overview. Then, what the hey... go ahead and try one!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku
hai ku: get it?
a blizzard descends
on the chemical toilet
peace, the resultant....
...reminds me of this Bert Bacharach lyric. Dionne Warwick didn't want to sing the first word "and" and Bert had a fit. That's the lyric, he said. Just sing it. It's not optional.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtGF2m102Wg
(Had to sneak a little Stevie and Whitney in here... hey, why not?)
...was it a septic tank cleaning service? LOL
http://4and20blackbirds.wordpress.com/2012/02/27/lizs-late-weekend-poetry-series-cutbank/
help cory, fleming,
to flush the chemical loo:
it backs into Pierre.
I am not a singer, and I do not play the ukelele or any other stringed instrument from hell.
I cannot sing much
Ukelele is busted
I can't walk up steps
a mother, a cub,
a cowboy feels the blizzard
a rifle vomits
cub, now an orphan
finds a henhouse at red owl
rd now grudznick
http://www.rapidcityjournal.com/app/blogs/outdoors/?p=5406
rewild the west now
statehood for mexico now
end red state collapse
ten thousand haiku
righteous verse to save the schools
kids, teachers, all: write
bah. hiaku is dumb.
after gravy taters soon
more kitties will die.
grudz confuses
art with bill clay
poems en masse
could win the day
In the winter dark,
what fruits have my nightmares brought
to the frosted plains?
lines of love pile up
to protect the ones who hate
from the next hard lash
the crest of each wave
is an eternal catastrophe
whitewater.
when the art goes up
it isn't competiton
it's revolution