Emptybottle.org: Ship Of Fools

I don't know what the f--k. I think my brain has been frozen by monetarization, and my heart as well, not to mention my goddamn lilypad-fat keyboard-strokin' fingertips. Sorry about that am I, faithful friends and supporters. Sorry, and silent, and scattered.

Fleeing from the money, I've scarpered around the curve of the globe over and over again over the years, running from the in-the-end unwelcome wealth thrust upon me, and now, since I'm paying for this site to be hosted, I have an urge to spit on it and walk away. I've finally found a way to pay to my host the last of the Paypal-imprisoned dollars I owe -- the dollars you, my friends, gifted me with months ago -- which is good news of a kind, perhaps, but it's all a swampy money-tainted sh-tswirl in my mind now. Big red bar sinister 'Keep out!' as the favicon.

How f--ked up is that when you're disgusted by the idea of posting to your own weblog? Pretty kinda ish, I guess.

So maybe that's it. I don't f--king know. I've had a few, and I'm talking sh-t again. So here's a song. Rock over London, motherbasters!

Went to see the captain,
strangest I could find,
Laid my proposition down,
laid it on the line.
I won't slave for beggar's pay,
likewise gold and jewels,
But I would slave to learn the way to sink your ship of fools.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea,
ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

Saw your first ship sink and drown from rockin' of the boat,
And all that could not sink or swim was just left there to float.
I won't leave you drifting down, but it makes me wild,
With thirty years upon my head to have you call me child.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea,
ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter, ship of fools.

The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before.
Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more.
Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few:

Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.

Ship of fools on a cruel sea,
ship of fools sail away from me.
It was later than I thought,
when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter,
ship of fools.

It was later than I thought when I first believed you,
Now I cannot share your laughter,
ship of fools.

PS: I'm comin' after you 'making money from blogging' f--knozzles, if it's the last thing I do in this textosphere. And I'm gonna talk about your magic underwear.

[Update : Note to self when posting drunk - in future, delete 3 out of 4 uses of all variants of the word 'f--k'. Except f--knozzle. That's always a keeper.]

About This Post

What is this? Why am I here? What does it mean? Where should I go now?

Well, this is a post to the personal website Emptybottle.org. It was posted by your genial host stavrosthewonderchicken on October 21, 2004, and is titled Ship Of Fools. It was published to the categories: Musical Interludes. In any of those places you might well find other similar things that will bring you Super Double Happiness.

Note: Super Double Happiness is not guaranteed. Void where prohibited by local regulation.

If you feel like it, why not join the personal publishing revolution and leave a comment

You can also subscribe to the comments feed for this post. Not sure why you'd want to, but I aim to please.

The previous entry on the site is Blink. Think. Blink., and the next one is Away Team.

Enjoy your stay, and please indulge sensibly.

Need hosting? Emptybottle.org is hosted by and recommends Dreamhost. They're swell!

Search the site

Comments: You got fingers, right?

5 Comments |

1
dda said

Wish I could write half as well in my own mother tongue... Don't worry about the money-makers [unless it leads you to write another post :-)], and keep on.

October 22, 2004 7:06 AM
2
Geodog said

Waiting for more pearls of wisdom ...

October 22, 2004 11:57 AM
3
Hell's Bells said

too bad, i've always wondered what an alcohol soaked ex-pat experienced death like.

October 23, 2004 3:46 AM
4
dv said

Hate to dredge out the cliche, but money changes everything. So more "fuck" and less bucks! and by the by, I would have expected a slightly different ship of fools from you... We're setting sail to the place on the map from which no one has ever returned Drawn by the promise of the joker and the fool by the light of the crosses that burned. Drawn by the promise of the women and the lace and the gold and the cotton and pearls It's the place where they keep all the darkness you need. You sail away from the light of the world on this trip, baby. You will pay tomorrow You're gonna pay tomorrow You will pay tomorrow Save me. Save me from tomorrow I don't want to sail with this ship of fools. No, no Oh, save me. Save me from tomorrow I don't want to sail with this ship of fools I want to run and hide right now Avarice and greed are gonna drive you over the endless sea They will leave you drifting in the shallows or drowning in the oceans of history Traveling the world, you're in search of no good but I'm sure you'll build your Sodom like you knew you would Using all the good people for your galley slaves as you're little boat struggles through the warning waves, but you don't pay You will pay tomorrow You're gonna pay tomorrow You're gonna pay tomorrow Save me. Save me from tomorrow I don't want to sail with this ship of fools Save me. Save me from tomorrow I don't want to sail with this ship of fools Where's it comin' from? Where's it goin' to now? It's just a It's just a ship of fools

October 23, 2004 5:14 AM
5
Terry said

Good work.

December 4, 2004 2:30 PM