Monday, February 25, 2013

Married men



Married men invite you in
to meet their wives before they sin

Wanting you to play the game
of secrets kept outside the frame 

Secret meetings, rendevous
in hotel rooms built just for you

For furtive sex on sheetless beds
without a pillow to lay your head

Sweat, desire, burning hot
and in the moment you’ve forgotten

Stains on walls of previous lovers
who came searching for paradise in one another




Married men invite you in
they think their wives will never sin

But secrets thrive here, secrets abound
even though there are thousands of eyes all around

And there’s plenty of time in a woman’s day
for stealing pleasure in many ways 

Pleasure alone, pleasure together
why shouldn’t a wife have her own taste of heav-e-e-a-a-a-a-e-e-e-e-e-e-n




Married men invite you in
to meet their wives before they sin

But they miss the secret signalling
as wife takes her chance to slip away

To meet her lover for the day
Husband tells you with a wink and a grin

She’ll be off shopping all day long
And the sisterhood's still going str-o-o-o-o-o-ong




Married men you can invite me in
and I’ll tell you I’m more than happy to sin

As long as your wife has the same chance
to play the secret rendevous, forbidden pleasure dance

And if you do I’ll guarantee 
you’ll have a happy marriage and you won’t need me

And I’ll smile as I remember the pleasure you gave
in hotel rooms whose dirty walls held the secrets of us all 

Husbands, wives and their lovers
who came searching for paradise in one an-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-t-h-e-e-e-e-e-r-r-r-r-r-r.






(c) Poemsong Jan Cornall Ubud 2007

(c) Paintings  Jumaadi, courtesy of the artist and Watters Gallery.
http://www.wattersgallery.com/artists/JUMAADI/Jumaadi.html

Money honey

 

I don’t need your body honey
I just want your money honey
You can keep your body honey
All for yourself

But I will love your body honey
I will make you feel so sunny
You will feel so happy
To be sharing your wealth

You’ll feel like a million dollars
Everywhere you go I’ll follow
Never will you ever have to
Be all alone

I will make you feel so happy
You won’t let my clothes stay shabby
You won’t ever worry
When I ask for a loan

(Chorus )
You want my body
I want your money

You’ll be my honey

We’ll feel so sunny

Even if I’m much much younger
We will always share the hunger
You for me and me for you
It never will die

You can be as old as leather
We will vow to stay together
People always shake their heads
And wonder why

You want my body
I want your money

You’ll be my honey

We’ll feel so sunny


As time goes by and we’ve forgotten
What it was that got us started
What it was that stirred in our heart and soul

As we settle in domestic bliss
We wonder how it came to this
How our mismatched love
Became to be so strong


You want my body
I want your money
You’ll be my honey
We’ll feel so sunny
I’ll never leave you
When you die I’ll grieve you
I’ll have your money but
Then I’ll miss you
Don’t ever leave me
Please believe me
When I say I love you
I really love you
You really helped me
How can I repay you
Now I ‘m older
But where’s your shoulder
Who can I turn to
When I get lonely
There must be someone
A little younger 
Who’ll make me feel
Like I’m getting stronger
Who can I help now
With your money
Who can I take now
For my honey
But they’ll just want me
For my money
And I’ll be thinking
Ain’t it funny
But they cant compare
With you my honey
And I just don’t care now for the money
Cos more than ever I miss your body
I want your body not your money
But your body’s gone now
In the ground now
While I remember
Our days so sunny
Where have you gone now
Why did you leave me
Forever long now
I'll always grieve you
In our love now
I’ll never leave you
All your money
I’d give to see you
In my arms now
With all your charms now
I miss you so much

My sugaaaaar mommy



(c) Jan Cornall Lovina 2007 
Paintings (c) Jumaadi, courtesy of the artist and Watters Gallery.
http://www.wattersgallery.com/artists/JUMAADI/Jumaadi.html

Pleasure and Pain




Pleasure and pain
Pain and pleasure
Funny how they come together

Pain and pleasure
Pleasure and pain
Just when you thought you were safe again




Pleasure and pain
Pain and pleasure
Like a glue they stick together
Without the pain there is no gain
Without the pleasure
Only one kind of weather
But when you get a taste of pleasure
You want it to go for ever and ever
And when it doesn’t you get mad
And crave the pleasure that you had
But pleasure’s gone
You to wait to see
What new taste is gonna be
When it takes so long you wonder why
Pleasure seems pass you by
And that is when you feel the pain
Of living in the everyday
Where’s the pleasure
Where’s it gone
Why did it only last so long?


Aduh aduh aduh aduh
aduh aduh aduh aduh
aduh aduh
aduh aduh
aduh aduh aduh aduh

Aduh aduh aduh aduh
aduh aduh aduh aduh
aduh aduh
aduh aduh
aduh aduh aduh aduh



Pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure
pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain
pleasure pain pleasure pain pleasure pain pleasure pain pleasure pain pleasure pain pleasure pain 
pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure


Pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure
pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain
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pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure pleasure



Pleasure and pain
Pain and pleasure
Funny how they come together

Pain and pleasure
Pleasure and pain
Just when you thought you were safe again

Pleasure and pain
Pain and pleasure
Like a glue they stick together
Enjoy your pleasure while you can...
But don’t forget to enjoy your pain.


(c) Paintings Jumaadi, courtesy of the artist and Watters Gallery.
http://www.wattersgallery.com/artists/JUMAADI/Jumaadi.html


(c)Poemsong Jan Cornall Lampung 2005, from Archipelagogo

Buy a signed copy of the book Archipelagogo HERE and support Jan's Indiegogo NY Launch Campaign

Archipelagogo is a new collection of poems, songs and stories, penned during my travels around the Indonesian Archipelago in the decade beginning 2004 (and a follow up to the novel I wrote during my Asia Link Residency in Jakarta in 2006). 

Many of these love-song-poems about people, places and the complexities of cross cultural relationships, have been spoken and sung (acapella - archipela) at different times to intimate audiences at literary festivals in the Asia Pacific: Ubud Writers Festival, Utan Kayu Literary Biennale, Darwin's Wordstorm, Braidwood's Two Fires Festival, St Kilda Writers Festival, Hong Kong International Literary Festival.

This beautifully presented book, published by Saritaksu Editions, is illustrated with paintings by Indonesian artist Jumaadi and had its first launch at a full house cabaret performance at Bar Luna, during Ubud Writers & Readers Festival in October 2013.

Take a sneak peek inside the book here. Read reviews here.


(c) Jan Cornall 2014

Pain and Misery

 
This song is played in a marching band style with marching band actions.(Like this one at Festival Mata Air In Salatiga, Central Java).
I can see the band twirling and turning in formation, performing complex combinations. It's a very upbeat feel with lots of percussion,  breaking into a battering samba band feel and rhythm.
The lively way the song is performed reverses the hopelessness of being in pain; the song becomes a celebratory release as the drums beat the hell out of the misery state.

(sung)
Pain and misery
Take your hands off me
Misery and pain
Here we go again
Pain and misery
Take your hands off me
Misery and pain
Here we go again

(spoken)
Misery misery misery and pain
Misery misery here we go again
Misery misery misery and pain
Misery misery here we go again

 (chanted in unison)
I want a pill that I can take
So misery I can shake
I wanna jamu just for me
To take away my misery
I wanna life I can live
So I don’t have to feel again
I wanna place I can go
That doesn’t play the misery show


Pain and misery
Take your hands off me
Misery and pain
Here we go again
Pain and misery
Take your hands off me
Misery and pain
Here we go again

Misery misery misery and pain
Misery misery here we go again
Misery misery misery and pain
Misery misery here we go again

 (chanted in unison)
Maybe I can  meditate
On my painful misery state
You think that will do the trick?
Help me to get rid of it?
Breath in pain, breath out light
Mm, not bad I feel alright
Let me try it once again
Now once more for everyone
We think our pain is our own
In misery no one’s alone
Your  pain is mine, my pain is yours
Lets breath in and out once more
I’ll  take your pain, you take mine
We breath out light to everyone
I feel the soft heart of me
Beating in a space so free

Pain and misery
Take your hands off me
Misery and pain
Here we go again
Pain and misery
Take your hands off me
Misery and pain
Here we go again

Misery misery misery and pain
Misery misery here we go again
Misery misery misery and pain
Misery misery here we go again
(continue as long as you like
until you fade into the distance)



Photos by Vanessa Hyde
Cardboard costume workshop by Rudi Ardianto
at Festival Mata Air 2008,09



(c)Poemsong Jan Cornall Lampung 2005

Lonely in Lampung

 

I’m lonely in Lampung
My boy has stayed away
He’s not picking up my sms today
His fone’s switched off
And he’s screening my calls
Seems he doesn’t want to speak to me at all

So I’m stuck in the hotel room with Asia  MTV
Watching all the cute boys and girls make their eyes at me
All alone in the hotel in a king size bed
And Dangdut Café playing in my head
And all I want to do is get up and dance
And let dangdut be the cure for my failed romance

I was lonely in Bandung
And I have to say
Its not the city or the people that make me stay away
It’s just the memory of a love so hard to find
That was taken from me on that day in room 109


When I was stuck in the hotel room with Asia MTV
Watching all the cute girls and boys make their eyes at me
All alone in the hotel in a king size bed
And Dangdut Café playing in my head
And all I want to do is get up and dance
And let Dangdut be the cure for my failed romance

I went down to Jogja
On a little spree
And I let my emotions get the better of me
Took a trip to Parangtritus and was walking along
I turned to watch the sunset
And in that minute he was gone

So I’m stuck in the hotel room with Asia MTV
Watching all the cute girls and boys make their eyes at me
All alone in the hotel in a king size bed
And Dangdut Café playing in my head
And all I want to do is get up and dance
And let dangdut be the cure for my failed romance

I wanna go to Surabaya but I’m a little scared
That Surabaya Johhny will leave me for dead
And I have heard that Solo is a lovely town
With a name like that
Don’t think I’ll be going down

Think I’ll head back to Jakarta
For a little rest
Being on the road Indo style has put me to the test
But please don’t go feeling sorry for me
Cos now I can dance all the way to the Arafura Sea

Cos I  was stuck in the hotel room with  Asia MTV
Watching all the cute girls and boys making eyes at me
All alone in the hotel in a king size bed
And Dangdut Café playing in my head
And all I had to do was get up and dance
And let music be the cure for my failed romance
Dangdut must be the best cure for any failed romance

Di kocok kocok
Di kocok kokok
Di kocok kokok






























Lampung Boy



  
  A Reggae lament

Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)

Why did you have to be so charming?
With your big smile, so disarming?
Where did you get such pretty looks?
I thought that was just in picture books

Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy, where did you learn the art
Of breaking all the ladies hearts
Lampung boy, who taught you the skill
Of going in for the Lampung kill


Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Watch out ladies, watch out girls
Don’t take Lampung boys for fools
Watch out boys, watch out men
Lampung boy is at it again
He’ll charm your wife, he’ll charm your daughter
He’ll even charm you when you oughta know better
Cos after all if you're a Lampung man
And once you were a boy of Lampung land


Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)

I shoulda known better, shoulda been prepared
All that anguish I coulda been spared
But when you meet a Lampung boy, you’ll understand
They just aren't like any other kind of man 

Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)

I’ve been to your beaches
I been to your hills
Where butterflies flap in a garden so still
I’ve been to your expo
Seen an elephant or two
But that didn’t help me to get over you


Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
I’ve tasted your delicacies
I’ve drunk your wine
And while that made me feel more than fine
It didn’t kill the sweet memory
Of sitting in a kissing booth
Staring out at the sea with

Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)

Lampung boy will make your heart stop still
You can never ever have your fill
When Lampung boy gives you a smile
You might pass out for a little while
Don’t worry they will pick you up
And carry you home in a Lampung truck
‘Cos Lampung people are used to it
Girls falling down in fainting fit
Over 

Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)


This is my ode, this is my hymn
To a boy I once knew on a whim
Who showed me the sights of Lampung town
One of the friendliest places I’ve ever found
Home of 



Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lets go back to Lampung town
See who is hanging around
Lets go down to Pasar Seni
Lampung boys you’ll find a plenty
Making music, making art
And doing all that Lampung craft

Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung boy  (waka ya wakaya)
Lampung Boy (waka ya wakaya)
Oh how I miss my
Lampung boy





Text(c) Jan Cornall Lampung 2006
Paintings (c) Jumaadi, courtesy of the artist and Watters Gallery.
http://www.wattersgallery.com/artists/JUMAADI/Jumaadi.html



Below: Lampung batik by X-co Ras Mohaq, one of the guys at Pasar Seni, a craft collective in Bandar Lampung, and one of the Lampung crew I travelled with in 2006.
See all the fabulous Lampung batik on his site:
http://batiktunu.blogspot.com.au/





Rich Bitch


 
I wanna be rich
a real rich bitch
If you’ll pardon my French
I’m sick of the stench
Of being poor
And just like you I want more and more
I wanna be rich


I wanna be great
Hope it isn’t too late
Show the world I care
Spread wisdom everywhere
At the same time get rich
I wanna be rich

And I’m gonna do good
Like I know we all should
And give to the poor
Til there’s no poor anymore
As long as before
I get to be rich
So fucking rich!

Rich Bitch Global Inc
What do you think?
My intellectual property
Don’t try to take it away from me
Or I’ll sue your arse
Just wait and see
Cos I can cos I’m rich
I’m the real rich bitch


To be rich is my dream
Can’t be hard as it seems
All the gurus say
You’ll get rich in a day
If you buy my book, my dvd
Drink my juice
You’ll become like me
A rich fucking bastard
 On reality TV

I have to be rich
There’ no way out of it
For everyday I go to the shop
Everything always costs so much
There’s two alternatives that I see
Die or be rich
Die or be rich
Die or be riiiiiiiiiiiiiiich



(c) Jan Cornall Ubud 2005  (first performed at open mike at the Flava Lounge in Ubud and again in 2006 in the show MUM and HER BASTARD SONS with young artist/musicians in Jogjakarta)