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walking down the sidewalk with dickie
chewing talk and holding a beer
walking in the dark back of clearview
jerry’s candy store is always near
sun went down some hours ago
all the parked cars are crowding the street
backing up on utopia parkway
we’re looking for our friends to meet
there’s ricky and robes and there’s larry
tossing cigarettes to the ground
by the cars that are crowding the corner
passing that one lit joint around
Gloria pizza and Scotty’s are closed now
the Riv has turned off its light
Jack-in-the-Box McDonald’s and Wetson’s
the only ones left not to bite
store fronts are closed-our lives are still open
no where to reach but make love or sleep
regardless of choice it becomes the next day
we all press reset and then we repeat
what are we gonna do later?
buy cheap wine at the liquor store
two doors down from the closed jewish deli
we can’t afford to buy much more
gallo port’s green bottle has joined us
lips dripping the sweet red flow
eyes looking for dans-skinned joyce
is she here or where did she go?
let’s go down to 209 school yard
night or day it’s always been there
with benches by the cement chess boards
always filled of kids with long hair
Gloria pizza and Scotty’s are closed now
the Riv has turned off its light
Jack-in-the-Box McDonald’s and Wetson’s
the only ones left not to bite
the night tide of streetlamp’s neon
gives off a comforting glow of sorts
sweeps over chipped wooden green benches
lining both of the basketball courts
not enuf girls now are here tho
at least not the ones we know well
so let’s check out the bay and the hillside
since there’s no other place we can go
many folks on blankets in circles
throgs neck bridge, bay and the moon
there’s joyce and joanne and there’s vicky
anne marie and amy’s there too
store fronts are closed-our lives are still open
no where to reach but make love or sleep
regardless of choice it becomes the next day
we all press reset and then we repeat
mark’s singing a song in the wind now
his voice swirls like clouds and like smoke
but it’s getting way past 4 am now
so we all have to share one last toke
i haven’t seen joyce now for decades
same with ricky and the other mates
larry and bobby and dickie and mark
are now buried in all diferent states
but i still see their smiling faces
those alive and those who passed on
in the dome light of my red Datsun
as the night gives its way to the dawn
Gloria pizza and Scotty’s are closed now
the Riv has turned off its light
Jack-in-the-Box McDonald’s and Wetson’s
the only ones left not to bite
store fronts are closed-our lives are still open
no where to reach but make love or sleep
regardless of choice it becomes the next day
we all press reset and then we repeat
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The First Sight of Light
02:17
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Won’t you follow me softly
Where the gold sun rises
And the morning glories grow
To giant sizes.
The first sight of light
Marks the ending of night
And the yellow breeze comfortably lies.
We could forget about the claws.
We could forget all the quarrels.
We could forget about the brawls
And forget all the sorrows.
We could forget the tongues of tortures
That marked the tortured fight
And we forget the blackened skies
That marked the endless night.
The stars in the skies
Come from shattered fears
Crystallizing endlessly
Till the morning sun appears.
Won’t you follow me softly
Where the gold sun rises
And the morning glories grow
To giant sizes.
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the drooling dripping hands of death
the morbid whisper in my ear
the bleeding blade within my breast
the hummingbird's secret hidden fear
the sweaty wrists of sinews strong
the pumping pulsing tongue and song
an ancient search in lava breath
i shake the secret hand of death
the nightmare claw of glistened stone
the long lost wail of missing home
the plasmic mist, the corpse's breath
i know the dirge of love and death
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4. |
The Mediums Tell You
02:10
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the mediums tell you
to keep it cool
metaphysical mountain
have love their rule
but we are not mountains
we’re landscapes of skin
we nourish from rainbows…
our emotions within
is that anger a flower?
just feel it proud
let all flowers grow
they are all allowed
some are not prisons
while others are keys
the meadows your home
rain, sun and breeze
you see your reflection
in lighting and moon
that smiles through tears
and laughs at the tomb
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A Miracle Occurred
02:27
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As lightning hitching from the stars
You came into my room.
The rain was beating on my roof
In morse code spelling gloom.
You took a plastic covering
And spread it round and round.
The beating of the raindrops
Then ceased to make a sound.
A miracle occurred
Like a magic hole in one
And sent my long depression
Swiftly on the run.
Your face it did appear
As did any other face,
But with a kind acceptance
Of what would cause disgrace
To a high and mighty family
Or an intern on the rise.
This is what finally pierced thru
My indifferent disguise.
Like money in my pocket
You appeared when needed most,
You encouraged my development
Then left me like a ghost.
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I cannot be a martyr
or aid you in your quest,
I'm tired of the fighting
I simply want to rest
I understand my weaknesses
Its not the time to care,
I don't want to cry again.
I will not take your dare.
Now you are unsettled.
I know you're not to blame
But you must calm the storms you face.
I cannot play that game.
I need time to get some rest
Your burdens I can't bare.
I do not to want to cry again.
I will not take your dare.
I know the road tho bumpy
Is with excitement filled.
I'd feel so elated
Then have the pleasure killed.
But I cannot take these changes,
I don't care for their flare.
I don't want to cry again.
I will not take your dare.
You offer me a future
Of roses and perfume,
But getting to that pedestal
I’d have to face my doom
Its not that I don't love you.
I'm not saying that its fair.
I just don't want to cry again.
I will not take your dare.
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7. |
You Are the Landscape
03:02
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You are the tightness and you are the tautness
And you are the handles that hold things in place.
You are the lightness that guides our thought inwards
And you are the angel who falls on his face.
You are the coming of men in their beauty.
You are the sighing of smiles and pain.
You are the growing of trees and the coming
Of flowers and dying of cotton in rain.
You are the rollings of trees and axles.
You are the foldings of lives gone astray.
You are the knowing and you are the knower.
You are the known grown so yang and so gay.
You are the rhythms of breathing and gazing.
You are the softness of thighs and of breasts.
You’re the discomfort that keeps grandpa snoring.
You are the riches found hidden in chests.
You are the farmings and you are the flowings
And you are the soother of sorrows and screams.
You are the lotion and you’re the forgiveness.
You are the answer to everyone’s dream.
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8. |
Deborah
02:53
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when i wish for tomorrow
i think of you today
the pebbles that i leave behind
are all pointing your way
your face it is a life raft
and your arms are like the rope
they lift me from the dead of night
and lower me into hope
i see the sun at twilight
when all believe what’s next is black
you call me like the ocean
and i’m never coming back
we’ll ride the seas of timelessness
and anchor in the now
that anchor lasts forever
and our two hearts sing this vow
when i wish for tomorrow
i think of you today
the pebbles that i leave behind
are all pointing your way
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9. |
The Mystery of History
02:44
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we don’t really know who
we don’t really know why
we think we know something when
we remember and cry
someone killed someone to cover it up
it always happens that way
there’s a lie and a lie and a lie and a lie
and we remember and cry
there was kennedy and grenada
so soon and no truth...
forget things long gone by
yet we remember and cry
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One at a Time
02:34
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the colors may shine
in a new better day
it takes one at a time
to make things that way
it’s always one person
to make the difference:
the car on the road
and not thru your fence
chorus:
one person is the masses
one leaf the canopy
one person at a time
starts with you and me
it’s due to the driver
behind the wheel
one person at a time
makes everything real
chorus:
one person is the masses
one leaf the canopy
one person at a time
starts with you and me
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11. |
It's a Matter of Inches
03:08
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it’s a matter of inches
every damn day
we live or we die
by what comes our way
it’s a matter of inches
a miss by a hair
is a miss by a mile
when there’s a landing
we hope we can smile
it’s a matter of inches
the impact is great
whether joyful or grave
it’s a matter of inches
to be saved or to save
it’s a matter of inches
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Soul of Human Hands
01:49
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the fragile tree
of human skin
will grow thru mud
and bleed to win
the piercing sun
of human eyes
illumines truth
and sees thru lies
the yearning soul
of human hands
weaves thru the dark
before it lands
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O murderers! O murderers!
Cease your current ways
and come to your senses.
There's no time for delays.
The years are flying by
but you never seem to age.
From stones to atom bombs
you're controlled by others’ rage.
Each of you is a weapon,
a killer protecting a fool,
leading you in his blindness,
using you for his tool.
You’re fighting men just like yourselves
with a family and a child or two.
How can you hate your victims,
Men that you never knew?
Your fighting is growing and spreading,
but peace will never be won
by continuous countless violence.
EACH SOLDIER MUST PUT DOWN HIS GUN.
The same way a friend of yours gets hit
with a bullet in his spine,
happens to others by bullets from you
and someone says, "He was a friend of mine."
That friend of his and that friend of yours
is "that friend" of all mankind,
and the grief you feel you also cause for others,
who get left behind,
who get left behind by a father or son
who went off to fight in a war,
and hated and killed as they were told to do,
men that they never saw.
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14. |
Who Killed the AME Nine?
05:42
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Who killed the AME nine?
And who will the bells toll for next time?
“Not I,” said the politician.
“It had nothing to do with my position.
I’m just one man who tries to be
The one who keeps us strong and free;
Who knows we all need protection
That’s what I say at my election.
It’s not me who killed them all.
You can’t blame me at all.”
“Not I,” said the radio host
Who screams to take back this land the most
From those blacks who want to live
On welfare as they rape our kids;
Who bite the hand that holds them down
So they can’t sell drugs all over town.
“It’s not me who killed them all.
You can’t blame me at all.”
“Not I,” said the corporate press.
“We’ve nothin’ to do with this bloody mess.
We just repeat whatever we’re told
Doin’ so just never grows old.
We tell big lies to keep our jobs.
But we don’t wanna incite any ugly mobs
Or deranged souls who hears our voice.
What he does is just his choice.
“No it wasn’t us who killed them all.
You can’t blame us at all.”
“Not I,” said the Reverend proud
Who preaches hate and vengeance loud.
“Who wants the sinner? No one does.
It’s God’s Word now as it always was.
The Lord he knows what’s going on down.
You can’t look at His work and frown.
“It wasn’t us who killed them all.
You can’t blame us at all.”
“Not I,” said the GOP.
“We just want us to be free
From high tax rates, moral decay
That now infects the USA.
We don’t need to help the Other
We just wanna love you, brother.
It’s not us who killed them all.
You can’t blame us at all.”
“Not I,” said the TV host
Who needs the old days back the most
When poor were poor and blacks polite
“Sometimes the Klan came out at night.
That may have been a little problem.
But it faced troubles and it solved them.
It wasn’t me who killed them all.
You can’t blame me at all.”
“Not I,” said the NRA.
“No one listens to what we say.
That’s why we have to talk so long
‘Cause everyone things that guns are wrong.
We need more guns so we can be
All safe in this society.
It’s killers who shoot up the town
‘Cause no one’s there to put ‘em down.
It wasn’t us that killed them all.
You can’t blame us at all.”
“Not I,” said his mom and dad
Who gave their child the gun he had
Held in his hand inside the walls
As “Jesus” echoed in the halls
As they spoke It loud and clear
To say that love is what lives here.
“It wasn’t us who killed them all.
You can’t blame us at all.”
“Not I,” said the young blond man
Who went to church with gun in hand.
“I shot them dead; yes it’s true.
But it was something I had to do.
Black is black and white is white.
To keep it that way is always right.
We all must save our land and flag
From those who see it as a rag.
It wasn’t me who killed them all.
I just answered everyone’s call.
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we bought the emperor's new clothes
who cares if it's wintertime?
if frostbite attacks our toes
we'll declare freezing a crime
we bought the emperor's new chef
who cares if the food's not safe?
if we get sick or poisoned
we have the waiters to strafe
we bought the emperor's new maps
who cares if pages are blank?
if you say we don't belong
we'll correct you with a tank
we bought the emperor's new bed
who cares if dreams fall apart?
if you have trouble sleeping
try a bullet thru your heart
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evil knows no color
humans all bleed red
eyes filled with compassion
cry over the dead
but harmful hands do care
about what their eyes do see
and deeds prompted by color
have fed our misery
with silence evil festers
and motivates the cruel
to feed the tearful mourners
their violence-laden gruel
but cold eyes of blinking
fan the flames of hate
more so than the vicious
whose fists create the fate
i’m as guilty as the next
my silence clears the way
and we are all the felons
who see another day
as one hand holds a weapon
and one mind holds the rage
and one more person’s murdered
and taken from our cage
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