Whiskey and the blues

At about the same time every year
Watch the young ladies dress strictly out of fear
And you love the lip-less
For their lack of hope
Blind men feel panicked
Sedated and full of dope
Manic impressionist
The doctors treat them all the same
You can point the finger at god
But who's really to blame?
You brought a knife to a gunfight
A box car to an indie race
When actors suffer from stage fright
The masked crowd laughs in their face
Oh please doctor!
Can you help me get over my fear of being terrified?
These thing that you do when you're delirious
It gets serious
But luckily you won't remember this time

An immaculate symphony

Herd the sheep in droves
They kick and scream for more
Sheer their fluffy wool
Store and preserve their soul
Voice lectured your fear
When the shouting grows a little near
Cut their chords and ties
They live on factory lies
Grass blades itch your body
For reasons well unknown
I think of myself as anybody
Wanderer in soul
Time presses on, no reason or rhyme
Behind those gold gates
In front of rainy days, sky crushing window gaze
Toss me a reason, I'll throw you hesitation
Ignore your state of mind
Stuck in the shade; a psychedelic air raid
Asking us to ignore the health care line
A dove perched and a crow beside
Fly harmoniously
An immaculate symphony
Souring o'er the evenings great tide
Great walls filled with bricks, layered by the middle class
All stifle their man made projects
As the devil in the red dress walks by with sass
Listen to the breeze, you can if you try
It seems that we'd rather not
In spite of popular belief, good shepherds tell lies
We ignore the words our nature speaks
The soil in the ground, we trek through with our feet
Geysers erupt, leave us standing in awe
Suppose a volcano erupts, do we still lose our jaws?
When at a standstill, where do you suppose we sit
When you've taxed our seat cushions
Still disc jockey's spin hits
I ask you this my friends
behind your brass name plates
Do you polish your medals
Before your wives awake?
A rich mahogany casket
Is where you all belong
If a sin is really a sin
You've committed them all
You've committed high treason
Guilty of every crime
You live with the comfort of knowing you can take a bum's last dime
Nuclear strike, then what then?
I believe what it is; what we're all meant to be
Is the dog of the hero's son
In a cage, we aren't free
Good night and good morning
I guess we're all here just to have fun

The Poverty Draft

Suppose we lived in a world without war
Think for a second about what we're fighting for
The veil that blinds your fate
The mask that binds your face
How do we walk alone amongst the madness in stride?
Honest Abe tells lies
But who will survive?
Dynasty glasses and man made floods
To drive out the masses
The earth donates blood
Salt water to drink
And we damage our lungs
Who cares about life
Brains against guns
Brawn against bones
Divided the lemmings
Who killed Brian Jones?
Who started these killings?
Atticus Atticus, Ichbod Crane
Who fell down a mountain
While playing a game
Mysterious mind
Personality traits
They wish we were normal
Because I fucked all the saints
And I ripped off their wings
With my trustworthy dagger
Wearing a generals hat
I woke up with the Wagner's
Shouted at the barkers
In their cult like demeanor
They were broke
It's no joke, I think Gypsies are cleaner
They say that life comes with struggles
And studies abroad
For uncertain answers
Ask the children of god
Children of men
And women who cook
They read the holy bible, but never a book
Well, that's just the green that we live on these days
Not a red red sea
Or a hollowed out maze
For the great of mankind
Let us learn from our mistakes
We're faster than the fastest
Yet still in last place

Barkers, Tramps, Gypsies, & Freaks

Sleep in thine eyes
I've been up for far too long
Awakened by a morning bell
By my cavern on the edge of dawn
Right beside the desolate dollar abyss
Fresh sneaks on their feets
Pass the barkers, tramps, gypsies, and freaks
Distance span so span the distance
But the bubbled compound is the last destination for some
The planes leave and return
I'm here to watch the sad business men and femme fatales
Shuttle in and shuttle out
TAKE OFF!!!
But in the back of my mind, I wish I were up there with them
Looking down on the city once again
The city that spawned a pack of rats
And exposed the greed of men
In the meantime, I'll perch myself right up against and on top
Of these long forgotten concrete industrial blocks
And dread the trip back to number 79
I'll grow me some wings
And buy a little more time

Gris! Gris!

Iceberg sized heartaches are tragedies of the world
The sanest people go mad over love
Or maybe love has never been sane to begin with
It's the facade that confuses us so
Anyone foolish enough to believe in love
Is hopeless, tossed out of the loop
The circle/ society preys on such people
Carnivores!
Divers that help you sink
They'll eat your heart in front of you
And baste the lungs for which you use to speak
You'r modern day Romeo at your service
But what's to show for it?
Nobody is writing your screenplay
Today I leapt on a topsy-turvy dumpster
Professed my love for the negative Nancy's of the world
I cried out for the positive Pete's
No cheers, yet I felt the sting of tomatoes in the heat
But an African American Police officer handed me his megaphone and badge
Told me I could do more with it than he
Try this out for size:
The world is a dog, our Galaxy is our master
Do I believe in a god?
Do you believe in god?
Do we disintergrate in our rich mahogany caskets?
Or.. do we emerge as angels
Emerge as demons with no face
Maybe life is like a pot of Gumbo
Our dreams stirred into a stew
Gris Gris!
Poured into bowels, we settle for less
Could be a two course meal
But whats for desert?

Gold in Haiti

I know there must be gold in Haiti
flowers in June
get well soon
and I know there must be newborn babies
seasons in bloom
and green trees there too

But all and all, and all the aftermath
when the dust settles
the Earth is flat
unspoken, speaking on a young boys face
it's no wonder the world questions faith

Well I know there must be celebrating
somewhere in the mud
the muck and mire, streets are afloat
with the hope that maybe we'll inspire
why dwell on negative
pages of literature fueled the fire

A mother screams and digs rampant through the rubble
watched this land go to hell, let our streets softly crumble
Oh Haiti, Haiti, Haiti finances we've all lost
but what is currency worth anyway when this dirt is all we've got?

I know there must be gold in Haiti

Mother, Hiroshima is tumbling down

Mother, Hiroshima is tumbling down
But who is going to save my life tonight?
Is it the beggar on 4Th street?
Or could it be Caesar living in the upper east side penthouse suite
The blasts have made my ears whistle Dixie, and some old battle hymn
Despite the madness I strolled right on down and decided to rest on a pile of something that smelt like rotten bananas
I glanced down and noticed the limp hand of my Grandma
So, I ran and ran past the back alley echo
I ran past the black cat
Who's paws were stained yellow
I ran into a blind man who thought he could see
He clasped on to my wrist
I stared into the dark hole where his eyes were meant to be
I tip-toed over the river
Made up of blood, sweat, and tears
I shrunk and I shivered
As I made my way through the ancient hall of mirrors
For I was frightened of the sight of my own filthy flesh
I knew the damage was done, and tonight held no rest
I meandered into a circus tent
Where a French-man played tricks on a dog
I ripped a hole in the bohemian tent and got lost in the fog
I fell right into the night
A star extended it's hand
Dusted off my tattered jeans
And followed the light
But the light never came
And galaxies were lost as I edged toward the tail-end of town
Hitched a ride on a phoenix
Fell in love with a girl named Beth on the planet Venus
Mars is where we've settled down