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how many times
how many times have I been here before
sleepy head knocks
and I answer the door
we powder the flower
and try to
get the little bird
to land on our shoulder
and sing for a while.
you can't find
your place in life
without the sound
of loud guitars
the loud guitars
will guide your way
I'm the guy
who picks up
the garbage
after the music
never stops
I find
what you
left behind
Up on the
empty stage
sit a million dreams
only a few
of them
come true
the rest
rise and fall
and are gone
sleepy head
come in
and sit awhile
we will talk
and dream
and find our way
by the sound
of the loud
guitars.
I haven't expressed
My appreciation for a while. Thanks to all who contribute, and special thanks to Andy for making this his personal and inspiring little corner of our world here.
Get the picture
She can't stop thinking about meI haunt her dreams at night
Possessed with her obsession
But I'm just not her type
Her words come flowing freely
From somewhere in her soul
I used to let it slide
But now it's getting old
I hope she'll be ok soon
We need a happy home
She has plenty of lovers
Who she can call her own
Well...
I guess that's the dark side of the internet. But If I feel treaded on and don't know why I can get that way, esp. when I haven't smoked weed in 3 weeks. Oh well, apologies to all and if anyone wants to clear up any confusion I'll be here. Back to the light.
Let there be Light
Cosmic Connections
8/17/10
Well the cosmic connections
Were caught in confusion
Where there should have been light
It was lost to illusion
It may seem like night
But the Sun don't stop fusion, at all
Like living at light speed
Looking for directions
With nowhere to turn
But the comic book sections
Sometimes you get burned
Sometimes it's infectious, for all
Chorus:
I'm looking for that Sun
That never sleeps at all
I'm living for someone
That helps me through it all
Til the tale is told and done
Until we here the call and we go flying
I'm not here for the gold
Or to win an election
Just livin' and learnin'
And facing rejection
A sliver of light
Just one more reflection is all
Jam
Repeat 2nd verse
Repeat chorus
water water everywhere
water water everywherebut you cant drink a drop
dying babies with flies
nobody can reach
we're too busy
doing nothing to bother
when do you
put your guns down
and pick up some food
when do you stop seeing enemies
and start seeing friends?
when?
when?
they will believe
whose ever soup
they eat
katrina or pakistan
the cries are the same
where is this world
I see on tv?
where is this world
when I need it
to help me?
there is no world
like you see on tv
unless you have oil
or are a hollywood whore
it's just a bunch
of hollow zombies
mindlessly gnawing
on each other's
limbs
we're on our own
always have been
although the film
at the
heads up your ass
cinema
always says
you're right, fella
keep on keepin on
help on the way
there is no help on the way
we will forget
when timed war-ner
puts a new picture up
on our dream screen
if it persuades us as to the truth
we deserve what we get
how pathetic
how sad
when
when do we put the guns down
and reach out a hand with some food?
water water everywhere
and you can't drink a drop
Poor Boy makes a call
Poor Boy called out asking, for the light to shineHe saw a little light but then the Devil took the line
The Devil said "hey poor boy will you come and worship me?"
Poor Boy said " no thanks, just wanted us to see."
The Devil said "come on now, you know you won't be saved."
Poor Boy said " I'd rather follow Jesus and be brave."
The Devil asked " what will you do, when they all complain?"
When they take you out and try to stone you in the rain?
Poor Boy said " I just suppose I'll smile while I weep."
And Heaven knows I'll bless them all before I fall asleep
And when the two departed they almost seemed like friends
He scratched his head then headed back to where the river bends
Fires, floods, and earthquakes, with lots of misery
God says "help 'em out now" but it seems there's no money
"Shelter, feed, and clothe me" cries the Lord in tears
That's all He's been asking from His children all these years
They've built themselves a house of cards that's swaying in the breeze
By selling everything God gave, not sharing equally
They're slow to learn their lessons from the mistakes of the past
But we keep on trying hoping we'll get there at last
I will not condem you, nor yet will I deny
The Way is never easy if you're putting up a fight
I won't be so concerned now, we can laugh and dance as friends
And if I don't get stoned you'll find me sleeping here again
8/19 & 8/20/10
God bless Deadnet
thanks guys
your kind words are like fuel on my long strange high way
could ya
could ya did yacould ya did ya
could ya did ya
did ya
do
could ya did ya
could ya did ya
ya ya ya ya
what made you
do like you do
how could you
why did you
what made you
do like you do
there is no reason
there is no rhyme
you just have to
make yourself
come out right
this time
try to
save a little face
before you cut your hair
which team are you on?
anyway
could ya did ya
could ya did ya
could ya did ya
did ya
do
could ya did ya
could ya did ya
ya ya ya ya
what made you
do like you do
gimme five
Gimme five, still aliveAin't no luck, I learned to duck
-Robt Hunter
McDonold's Farm ?
The verbosity of that last thing really mo-o-o-oved me....
move 'em on out
the tents are downthe people are gone
the show moves on
to the next town
we didnt play our best show
it wasnt the best crowd
but maybe tonight
will be the night
that all the pieces
fall together
that the right idea
shines above all
and we move as one in it
and the music plays us
and lifts us
it is grand
forgotten then
are the wasted moments
the lonely nights
the running
the waiting
all gone
into the music
wish it to never end
and then
the music is over
the tents are gone
the show moves on
always another show
in another town
drop the kids off at school
in between tours
walk the dog in the park
Burlington's a fun town
on a fall Saturday
did you hear the music play
from the window
out into the air?
we always come back
for the music is the sound track
of love and life
and truth
no matter what the picture looks like
the love always
stays the same
even in the rain of angry pain
we slosh through the mud of time
to a better day
another show
on the road
now yuo are them
apocalypse for salelove on parade
these are dangerous things
with which we
should not play
you want it so bad
but you dont realize
it's not something you get
it's something you give
so you sit
grasping at
invisible flies in the air
always buzzing around your head
but nobody else can see
for you it's always
apocalypse on sale
you have to pay
to learn the lie
but the reality is free
so nobody wants it
cause it ain't worth anything
your paper money good for making small fire
you sold out for a swimming pool
now you're just like the people that you mock
why you try
to be socially conscious
you sold out for a house and a car
now you them
the ones you spend your day
feeling better then
now you're them
yay oil soaked pelicans
walk with the light
Oh my GodI have seen the light
I have got to get back together
with you somehow.
Whatever I have to do, I will do
Whatever price I have to pay, I will pay
Whatever penalty there is, I will suffer it.
I can't live outside your love
I must get back inside with you
Where we walk the path
Where each day has air to breathe
Thankyou God
For showing me the light
I have walked the wrong direction
All this way
Now I must turn around
And walk the same route back
To the path where I left it
And hope you are waiting for me there
like you did before
And before
And before.
Oh my, the truth has awoken me
I can't live this way
I must go back
To the last good point
And restore.
Tell me what to do, I will do it
Now you have shown me the light
I must walk with it.
I am the way
you have no other choice nowbut to stop going in
the direction you are moving in
You must turn around
turn all the way around
and start moving
in the opposite direction
until you return
to the place
where you left me
and hope that I am there
you have no other choice
there is no other option
this you must do
stop all movement in the present direction
turn completely around
one hundred eighty degrees
and begin moving in this new direction
retracing your steps
all the way
when you wake up
and realize
you have stumbled off the path
you must do this
stop on the direction you are moving
turn fully around
start retracing your steps
back to where you left me
and hope that I am there
and be more than happy to accept
whatever burden you must bear
if you know
that this is true of you too
stop now
turn 180*
retrace steps
back to where you left
me
and hope that
I am still there
Be ready to accept
Whatever burden you must bear
No one is left
Out of the truth
If it is left out of the truth
Then it is not true
I deal with
the true
It is very dependable
Like a good mechanic
Only better
Like a good doctor
Only better
Like the Dalai Lama
Only better
Although
He likes me too
the next day
It is the next dayThe day you were
Gonna do it
Stand up right
Turn things around
When you stand up
Tall in the lie
You only
Knock yourself down
In this trip
You must bow down
To stand upright
Play around outside the gate
To your dark heart's content
But without love
There is just stuff
And stuff ain't real
To the loving heart
You know you've got it
When it makes you shine
That's LOVE sublime
Watching you turn
And walk the other way
From your own happy life
One must say
Only you
Could throw away
A diamond in the rough
To pick up a shiny fresh turd
And brag about it
Only you
Beautiful to yourself
You fell prey
To the fox on the path
As he laughing stole away
Wait until he gets home
And opens you to find
I switched out the real gold
For tin coins and
Rats! Foiled again
The gold is mind
And can't be stole away.
Watching the way things work
Thy will
is super wow
two cows hill
Bluebird singing up on Two Cows HillThere's only me to hear it now
I guess it's just as well
When you checked out of heaven
It went on without you
I'll keep with it
And hold your spot
Once your hatred
Cools and dies off
You will reappear
Climbing the hill
Back to the cabin
From the store
Your anger hangs you back
Bluebird sings and
Flies through paradise
While steps away
In a dream world
Steam comes from your ears
Instead of watching the road
You started watching the dvd
Everybody driving crazy
Still might agree
When you check out of heaven
It goes on without you
It is always there
When you are ready
To join back in
But don't you wonder
What you missed
When you went off
To get pissed?
Bluebird singing up on Two Cows Hill
There's only me to hear it now
I guess it's just as well
metaphysical poem
When mortal beliefSay there is
Nothing you can do
Divine mind says
Oh yes there is.
When I went down to the fair
When I went downTo the fair
Do you know
What I found there?
When I went down
To who knows where,
Do you know
What I found there?
When I went down
To the fair
Do you know
What I found there?
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1st song to emerge in over two years, and it only has two lines. Oh well, something
to be said for efficiency in action, it is an awesome song to sing and play! Dm-F-Am-C
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no one can tell
there is somethingyou are missing
and you don't know it
you can't hear it
you won't see it
so you go on
stumbling
mumbling
MUMBLER!
(thanks Johnny Depp)
it is one thing
to refuse to admit to yourself
that you might be wrong
but when you turn
it all on its head
and call blue red
you lost me
and you don't know it
you can't hear it
you won't show it
headed for the
edge on a wrong way turn
you don't see the
train coming the
other way
you missed a variable
in your math
now all your calculations
are off
by just that much
when it's time to sit
you stand
when it's time to
lay your body down
you're busy
telling everybody
how it is
got to tell you
that your blind spot
has engulfed the scene
and no one
can tell you
anything
steering by the window crank again
makes for a crazy commute
On Your Way Down
On Your Way Down-- Alan Toussaint
Sunrise
Sunset
Since the beginning it hasn't changed yet
People fly high begin to lose sight
You can't see very clearly when you're in flight
It's high time that you found
The same people you misuse on your way up
You might meet up
On your way down
Vintage wines from the year '62
It's your thing, it's your thing
It pleases you
You got to frown when you cross town
You think it's an honor just to have you around
It's high time that you found
The same dudes you misuse on your way up
You might meet up
On your way down
You think the sun rises and sets for you
But the same sun rises, sets and shines
On the poor folks too
I don't mind you turning round
I myself would even like a little higher ground
It's high time that you found
The same people you walk on on your way up
You might meet up
On your way down
On your way down
The Candy Man
The Candy Manby: Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newley
Who can take a sunrise,
Sprinkle it with dew?
Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two
The candyman, the candyman can,
The candyman can 'cause he mixes it with love
and makes the world taste good
Who can take a rainbow,
Wrap it in a sigh?
Soak it in the sun and make the stra'bry lemon pie
The candyman? The candyman can
The candyman can 'cause he mixes it with love
and makes the world taste good
The Candyman makes
everything he bakes
Satisfying and delicious.
Talk about your childhood wishes.
You can even eat the dishes!
Who can take tomorrow,
Dip it in a dream?
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream,
The candyman? The Candyman can, the candyman can
The candyman can 'cause he mixes it with love
and makes the world taste good
And the world tastes good
'cause the candyman thinks it should
niki wokka winni
niki wokka winni mana ala ninameans
I love you
winni ana tiki moka wokka niki niki
means
You love me too
You grab the sheets
I'll grab the boards
And we'll chill out all night
Under the meteor showers
Did you see that one move?
Did the moon split apart
into orange and red?
Did we laugh until dawn
Under the midnight
Carpet of stars?
Is this where
We set up our tents?
Is that where
We parked our cars?
If we ever get tired
Of Vermont
Well, there is always
Maine
Headed for the harvest moon
Turned hard right
At glitter street
Look down the rows
Wonder if there is
Any thing I want
Down in the valley
But if you go down
To crazytown
You got to get a little crazy
It's gonna splatter
Up some a little bit on you
You don't go down
To crazytown
For no reason
That's just crazy
Talk
Up for air now
But soon back down I go
To crazytown
There is nothing
That I want there
I go just to
See if any one is bored
And to
Get a little crazy
niki wokka winni mana ala nina
means
I love you
winni ana tiki moka wokka niki niki
means
You love me too
You grab the sheets
I'll grab the boards
And we'll chill out
All night long
Under the stars
hey funny face
what's so funnyfunny face
gone without a trace
gone with all the nasty habits
gone the things I done to waste the time
gone gone gone
my thought raises to the spot
where I cannot be contained
So that tall drink of water that you see
That ain't me
He's a dodohead
Over here. look through that nerd
There you go now you can see me
You can't stop short
You got to go all the way to love
To see me
If you pull up short
That ain't me
Squeezing ice cream through my hands
I used to think I was somebody
Now I know I am nobody
mr nobody that's me
The danger orange paint of my bike
Is starting to give off quite a glow
The tire tracks are slowing til the tread
passes effortlessly from my view
my feet seem to pick themselves up and pedal
with no where to go
there is no hurry
we are already here
Just caught my dinner before it burned
Why did I come in here again?
spin
jumping on tree branches
like i did when I was a kid
I didnt know what I was missing
til I wasnt missing it no more
love is a steamroller
coming from where you dont see
What's so funny
funny face
well, that's news to me
Knockin' on Heaven's Door
Knockin' on Heaven's DoorLyrics By: Bob Dylan
Music By: Bob Dylan
Come take this badge off of me
I won't wear it any more
Now the sun is setting over me
And I feel like I'm knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Come put these guns in the ground
I can't shoot them any more
The sun is going down
And I believe I'm knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Come wipe these tears from my eyes
I can't shed them any more
The sun is setting in the western sky
People, I believe I must be knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Just like so many times before
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door
Just like so many times before
town crier
every vine that bears not good fruit will I pluck
Anyone that opens not their door to my son
Them will I bar from my own house
For I am King
and the Law of the land
The one who put the collar on you
and pulls your leash
Is under my command
Turn your thought to the good
To see my lands
They are fine and full
over flowing with all goodness
As long as you go on
Caring not one for the other
There will be no peace in the world
It is not a large thing
for a man to lay down his wrong
and pick up the right and go on
If you understand the meaning
of "food for thought",
then you know
All is well
sleep street
sleep little angel sleeprest your little haloed head
tiny dakini dreams enfold you
you made it all this way
with no help
rest now, I put a blanket on you
dim the light
and look back over my shoulder
you give and the world takes
the world you love hates you back
if you werent lifting so manys' thought
Id move you back to the barnwood shack
things were so simple there
a metal tank to put your water in
a hole in the ground
for what come out the other end
windows that let in the day time sun
get covered up to keep out the nighttime frost
but no one needs your help in heaven
So here we are you and me
sleeping out here on the street
listening to the streetsweeper sweep
huddled up in blankets to keep warm
we'll face another day when it's dawn
the knees get cold the stomach gnaws
here come the garbage behemoths
banging down the way
all the things that need to happen
before the dream can start another day
who's happy today
just like withdrawing your arms
from the glovebox
I withdraw from the world
and am awakened to our
pre-existing perfection
what to say?
what to do?
ah
Unfinished
She lets out even less than she lets inWhat she's really thinking
What she's really knowing
There's no way of telling
She isn't fond of showing
She lets out even less than she lets in
Her pretzel folded world
Still baking in her mind
Doesn't mean to be unkind
Never lets herself unwind
She lets out even less than she lets in
On guard against invasion
Can't master all her senses
Be mindful of her fences
Elaborate pretenses
She lets out even less than she lets in
She drapes over her canvas
Before you see her painting
She needs to keep you waiting
Her demons unabating
She lets out even less than she lets in
She'll wander to the edge
Won't let herself slip over
Can't risk it for the clover
A melancholy drover
She lets out even less than she lets in
Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
the music box
As they walked him down the row for the last timeI stood against the bars to nod and say farewell
As he passed, he reached out his hands and paused
He handed me a hand carved music box worn but not broken
Johnny had this before me, he said, and Dave, then Fred
Before him Ernie had it, and Jimmy before him, and
Tommy was the one who carved it, and made it run
Playing pretty music all day long
And when it stopped, you wound it up
And started it again.
The music box was in my hands, what was I to do
I looked him straight in the eye
And said thankyou
You know what this means to me,
And I know what it means to you.
And in that frozen moment, we knew.
The music box upon my shelf
Playing its tiny notes until the day
that they come to walk me down the final row
And I slow and stop
And put it into your hands
The music box plays
And when it stops
You wind it up
And start again
The music box plays
' The Music Box '
This one is good and heavy....Thanks for sharing....
the music box
thanks, Turtle, that image just flashed in my mind, and I wrote it before thinking about it.
to the mountain we go
people people can you hear melisten up and I'll speak clearly
the lines are drawn
the teams are picked
we look around and nod to our teammates
first we see the light
how it shines
then we check our own shit
cause when you walk down into the pit
on purpose
whatever shit you haven't checked
that's what folks will nail you on
beat you about the head with your own shit
and who's to blame for that
the non-shit checker, that's who
shit checked we move down
like diving weights
we artificially descend
into the garden of eden movie called hell
it's all in your mind
if the the truth to this story you mean to find
if the light shines and you run into it
that is good, see you on the final day
if the light shines and you run away
come over here you are mine
yeah well maybe I don't like it anymore than you
But what you lack is discipline and that's what I do
take it and like it is what I recommend
the other option is hard
on your rear end
or you can light yourself on fire
until your hair burns
it's all been done
until the lesson's learned
it's a bad day get over it
turn all the those arrows pointed down
around
it's a frickin' everyday party in reality
where you been
what got stuck up your bum?
well, no matter
well come in
how you look?
look this way, all is well
look that way, all is hell
why look that way, if you already been having a bad day?
at least it got to make sense
what we see
information needs interpretation
did you hire mr love or mr fear
as your interpreter
mr love, go on I'll see you on that golden shore
mr fear, come on over here, you are mine
I know I am liking it less than you
but it is the mountain that I know
so put on your boots
here we go
very much so
very much sooh oh oh oh oh oh oh
very much so
oh oh
couldn't tell you when
oh no no no no no no
couldn't tell you how
oh no
stuck it with a hat pin
ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
sure won't do that again
no no no no no
put you in your place
where you must choose
between two evils
yeah yeah yeah yeah
it's like watching
two trains collide
not enough for two
but more than enough
for one
if we share.
we always come up short
with two
always more than enough
with One
very much so
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
very much so
oh oh
couldn't tell you when
oh no no no no no no
couldn't tell you how
oh no
how do you follow
How doHow do you follow
How do you follow
In the footsteps
of Love.
One foot
One foot at a
One foot at a time
All the way
Home.
Don't need
Don't need a
Don't need a reason
For there is no reason
to Love.
It's in every
It's in every season
It's in every season
When you're looking
for Love.
Led by
Led by the light
Fed by the light
Following our best sense
of right.
That's how
That's how we follow
That's how we follow
in the footsteps
of Love.
clouds blow away
hey sunshinewhat happened to your smile?
did a cloud arise
and get in your eye?
come one now little child
walk with me
we'll walk on the heather
in the breezes from the sea
and the wind will blow
all your clouds away
Yesterday your smile
Lit up the sky
Wherever you went
It was contagious
You brought light
Everybody liked
to be around you
Now today
Your face is dark
Your eyes dead of feeling
Did someone pull
the rug out from under you?
Did you drink
from someone else's cup?
Were you playing
In someone else's field
And got caught
When the lights went on?
When the music stopped
There wasn't a chair
To be found
Now you're down
Brown frown mouse
Walk with me
A little ways
I've been down
and can relate
It's just a cloud
Got stuck in your eye
Here let me blow
Your clouds away
hey sunshine
don't you hide that smile
and keep it inside a cage
it is wild and will die
smile
smile inside
smile at somebody
it don't matter
when the lights go on
you'll be wishing you'd smiled
so smile
please stop thinking about me
I dont like it when peoplethink about me
I dont like it when people
think about me
I dont like it when people
think about me
I dont like it when people
think about me
please stop
thinking about me
please stop
thinking about me
please stop
thinking about me
there is
no one home
there is
no one here
If you come near
I will throw stones
It's not good for you
To be thinking about me
please stop
thinking about me
please stop
thinking about me
please stop
thinking about me
I dont like it when people
think about me
I dont like it when people
think about me
I dont like it when people
think about me
I dont like it when people
think about me
Senses working overtimw - Andy Partridge
(Andy Partridge)
Hey hey,
The clouds are whey,
There's straw for the donkeys,
And the innocents can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
My, my,
Sun is pie,
There's fodder for the cannons,
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely,
All sleep safely.
And all the world is football shaped,
It's just for me to kick in space,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime,
Trying to take this all in,
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime,
Trying to taste the difference,
'Tween the lemons and limes,
The pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime.
Hey hey,
Night fights day,
There's food for the thinkers,
And the innocents can all live slowly,
All live slowly,
My, my,
The sky will cry,
Jewels for the thirsty,
And the guilty one's can all die slowly
All die slowly.
And all the world is biscuit shaped,
It's just for me to feed my face,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And I've got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime,
Trying to take this all in,
I've got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime,
Trying to taste the difference,
'Tween the lemons and limes,
The pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime,
And birds might fall from black skies,
And bullies might give you black eyes,
And busses might skid on black ice,
But to me it's very very beautiful,
(England's glory!)
Beautiful
(a striking beauty!)
And all the world is football shaped,
It's just for me to kick in space,
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste,
And I've got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime,
Trying to take this all in,
I've got one,two,three, four, five
Senses working overtime,
Trying to tell the difference,
'Tween the goods and crimes,
Dirt or treasure,
And there's one, two, three, four,five
Senses working overtime,
Trying to take this all in,
I've got one, two, three, four, five,
Senses working overtime,
Trying to taste the difference,
'Tween the lemons and limes,
The pain and the pleasure,
And the church bells softly chime.
ha!
I meant me in the more larger metaphysical sense, of course,if somebody didn't think of little old me once in a while, well, then,
nobody ever would.
I swear, this stuff just hits me and I post it, if I thought
once about it, the whole thing would crumble and fall into a pile
of cocoa powder and marshmallows.
Lots of love to the far reaches of poet's corner!
k to the s power
splashing in puddleslooking at leaves
running my fingers
through your hair
in the midnight breeze
If the old man
Ain't coming round
No more, then I guess
It's do as I please
My head feels like clouds
My hands are
Feeling the freeze
We gettin down
To twenty eight degrees
We gettin down
To twenty eight degrees
And now she is asleeping
Warmly in her bed
The only place
Inside of her
I am
Is deep inside her head
Some soon enough time
I will let you in to see
That is a mighty mighty
Fine place to be
She set me free
To be all of me
And I do the same
for she.
You can see Infinity
Any where you want to
Every drop of water
Has a rainbow in it
Every wave upon the sea
Every twinkle in any eye
In a book
Up on a stage
In between the letters
On a page
Infinity is every where you see
If you know how to look
You can't
Get it from a book
Or in a chair
Or on a lake
It will make you
Fuzzy headed
if you even try
To take a look
Around every circle
Inside every smile
Infinity flies
When you see it
Don't you look surprised
It is the natural condition
Only truth holds away lies
No need to
Hazard a guess
No reason to
Sneak a peek
I'll just
reconstruct it later
From the scrapheap.
Oh, I am just saying
the same old thing
Over and over again
Same as Whitman and Siddharta
And that other guy, Dylan
I may as well put my
Head in the sand
And throw up my hands
For all the good it will do
But I gotta do what I gotta do
Spitting out notes
Like a madcap jukebox
Run all night long with no change
Let someone else
Arrange it into a symphony
This groove is
Good enough for me
I am in love with love
And she is a much
Younger woman than me
So I got my own problems you see
Anytime she calls me
Infinity on the move
I put my fingers in her hair
Now I don't know where
or when or if my feet are ever
Gonna touch the ground
Again
Sunrise
Sunrise
Lyrics By: Donna Godchaux
Gazing at the fire
Burning by the water
Before he speaks, the world around us quiets
With eyes as sharp as arrows
And turning to the fire
He clears the air and cuts it with a feather
Many in a circle
Slowly round the fire
When he is gone, I want to know him better
No one is forsaken
No one is a liar
He plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water
He hums
There are drums
Four winds
Rising suns
We are singing and playing
I hear what he's saying
I remember breezes
From winds inside your body
Keep me high
Like I told you
I'll sing to them this story
And know why
delusions of grandeur
Losing something that I never hadNot quite a reason to go mad
Still to see you slide away
makes me sad
Not for something that could have been
But for the way people f*ck
But never touch
Sliding by like two ships in the night
Silent on the matters
Of the heart
Too fast to stop
Too late to start
I grabbed your hand
To try and slow you down
But your speed would have
Ripped your arm off
If I didn't let go
So your cries of joy before
Of finding what you were all about
As your life carried you away
Over the falls from which
I cannot save
You
You
Pouty face you
You had this bubbling
Up inside you
All this time
Come to daddy
When you need
A guiding hand
Daddy loves you
The way noone can
In the morning you drop your towel
Put on your clothes and go
Off to the deck of your yacht
To make another million, and
Work on your tan;
While I return to my spot on the sidewalk
"Anything helps" "Thanks for your kindness"
"Just need it to buy some food"
You come to me for the diamond in my heart
It makes you feel small
That you have nothing that I want.
crazy wisdom
I amthe craziest man
Slinking into the public library at dawn
To send my word food out around the land
Then back out to return some bottles
Rattling my shopping cart
Down the alleys of this carboard town
I know them all, crazy drunk
Homeless all, my brothers
When I walk through the park
Do you know what they say?
"Hey, crazy man!"
They don't mean it as a cut
They say it with all love
In their gravelly voices
"Hey, crazy man!"
Cause everybody in this
Concrete town
They all knows
I am
the craziest man
The happiest crazy man
That ever was
Always smiling
Always crazy
Crazy eyed fool
Walking around free
I am
the craziest man
No bars can lock me up
No drugs can knock me down
Your physics is a joke to me
I walk through your walls
They are nothing to me
When I fall down
I raise me back up
You can't touch me
For there is
Nothing to see
Hear
I am the craziest man
Lovely
Stoned
Immaculate
Food for thought
For you
For me
I'm back out on the street
Annoying the man
hatching a plan
I don't even know
What I am going to do next
I am
the craziest man