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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Doin' the Doogie Boogie

I was expecting to be a lot more sad today than I am. A year ago today, we lost a very special friend. But the morning outside is too glorious to be gloomy...It's much easier to smile, thinking of his big ol' hairy grin and Bart Simpson boxers. It's strange to think it's been a year...it's hard still to wrap my mind around it. There's a party going on for him "back home" and we can't be there for it. So, Mr.Q and I are trying to honour him in our own way. I'm starting with breaking the rules, and wearing a T-shirt to work today:

Tonight, we're going to go out and have something tasty, in lieu of the potluck we're missing, and tell silly stories about him. In the meantime, I wanted to carry a song with me through the day, to think of him, since music was so integral to who he was, and to what he brought us. I thought long and hard about which song, and finally decided on the perfect one. He sang it often, and it really sums him up:

Listen up, brothers and sisters
Come hear my desperate tale
I speak of our friends of nature
Trapped in the dirt like a jail
Vegetables live in oppression
Served on our tables each night
This killing of veggies is madness
I say we take up the fight

Salads are only for murderers
Cole slaw's a fascist regime
Don't think that they don't have feelings
Just 'cause a radish can't scream

I've heard the screams of the vegetables,
Watching their skins being peeled
Grated and steamed with no mercy
How do you think that feels?
Carrot juice constitutes murder
Greenhouses prisons for slaves
It's time to stop all this gardening
Let's call a spade a spade

I saw a man eating celery
So I beat him black and blue
If he ever touches a sprout again
I'll bite him clean in two
I'm a political prisoner
Trapped in a windowless cage
'Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips
By killing five men in a rage

I told the judge when he sentenced me
"This is my finest hour
I'll kill those farmers again
Just to save one more cauliflower"
How low as people do we dare to stoop
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes
Set potted plants free, don't mash that potato,

Ah I've heard the screams of the vegetables
Watching their skins being peeled
Grated and steamed with no mercy
How do you think that feels
Carrot juice constitutes murder
Greenhouses prisons for slaves

It's time to stop all this gardening
Let's call a spade a spade it's a spade it's a spade it's a spade....


(courtesy of The Arrogant Worms)

Missing you, Dooger!

2 comments:

Anie said...

i so missed you guys there last night. but truly you were there in spirit, as was our dooger.

Sarah from the Kootenays said...

"I missed you too....move back?" I said oh so innocently batting me pretty eyelashes...