I'm in tatters! I had this crazy idea (ok, one of many) while I was in Florida . My Mom had this ceramic cow that had 4 parts, front, middle, back and head, and each section had an opening, so it was meant for something like sugar, flour and cocaine, or other dry goods. It was nothing special, made in China and with peeling (and maybe toxic) paint. She didn't want it and I was going to leave it. However, then I spotted a copy of an In Memoriam of Pope John Paul II, and a postcard depicting Jesus, and another of the Virgin Mary. 
I had never sent Mac anything to say thanks for all his support, so I packed up the cow with the religious iconography inside, and sent it to him, anonymously. It was a test, to see if he would figure it was a Holy Cow. He figured it out instantly, but the middle section was SHATTERED! I'm in tatters.
M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Shattered, shattered
Love and hope and sex and dreams
Are still surviving on the street
Look at me, I'm in tatters!
I'm a shattered
Shattered
Friends are so alarming
My lover's never charming
Life's just a cocktail party on the street
Big Apple
People dressed in plastic bags
Directing traffic
Some kind of fashion
Shattered
Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex
Look at me, I'm in tatters
I'm a shattered
Shattered
All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout
schmatte, schmatte, schmatte -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered)
Work and work for love and sex
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter?
I'm shattered.
Shattered
Ahhh, look at me, I'm a shattered
I'm a shattered
Look at me- I'm a shattered, yeah
Pride and joy and greed and sex
That's what makes our town the best
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street
And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah
I've been battered, what does it matter
Does it matter, uh-huh
Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered
Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough!
You got rats on the west side
Bed bugs uptown
What a mess this town's in tatters I've been shattered
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan
Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered
My friends they come around they
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter
holy humpty dumpty cow
ReplyDeletewe were hindus we'd be in trouble now
clatter, shatter, does it matter
enough iconoclastic chatter
the genius Mac who guessed it so fast
will find a recylclable way, make it last...
steer into the skid and smash it to hell?
yeah--repackage it up and send it to dell!
glue it up and take a picture be nice
make a good label for beefy ho-spice
for the rock + the hard place + cancerous weather
use the sauce that will put your cow back together
oh my god, the word verification for that one was
ReplyDeleteCOPANG--
Copang with all the madness I set in motion. I am waiting for the sun to rise so I can take a picture of the way cool Zen garden Mo sent to me, and then post it!
ReplyDeleteI was really stoked
ReplyDeleteThen my Cow got broked
Holy Cow is shattered, tattered and splattered
It was not a plop
That killed that cow
From the driver a drop
Or sudden stop
Kaplow on the Cow
But just don’t know how
I checked beneath
She lost her utter
I just don’t know
Where I’ll find anudder
UPS
Made this mess
I hope they’re sorry
From their little brown lorry
Sugar, flour, dry goods or cocaine
A Cow on coke
Now that’s insane
No Ho-Spice or sauce
Can fix that Cow
I tried some glue
But I really knew
Her only hope
Was a pot of stew
She once was swell
But now’s a Dell
Not worth a f#@*
Out of luck
No more cheese
No more milk
Not even a burger
From her ilk
Where is she now
That shattered Cow
She’s buried out back
A sad tear from Mac
Mac