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Not To Bleed The Meaning
6-14-99


If you sing smoothly
Without bleeding the meaning
You can catch the groove of melodic breezes
As a high pressure front passes at high noon
Vacuuming the clouds in invisible funnels of the Day's mercy
Great day for a picnic
Bring bread and wine
Stick a pin in the globe
Drive a post in the ground and post your sign
This is your day and your time
To gather the rays of God's light on your face
To bring the love into and all around this place
Conceptualize the relationship between Earth and space
We are feeding you ham sandwiches
Through a mental and spiritual straw
And all you need is rock and roll
To supply you the air that you breathe
And it's all the same if you howl with laughter
And sing the blues as you mourn or grieve
You are crying for the angels that lost their wings
You are musing on the treetops as the sparrow sings
Riddles flow from beneath the rock you nearly stumbled over
Turn it over to find your pet salamander
She is willing to swim in your aquarium for awhile
If you promise to turn her loose
Love is a dangerous thing, you know
And now you smoothly sing
Try not to bleed the meaning...












Silent Propaganda
6-14-99


Goblets of the offering
Are close in reach
A seagull is suffering
Thirsting on the Atlantic City beach
Throw some bread and they will gather
In swarms before your eyes
You'll feel like a rock and roll star
And you'll feel like the king of their world
Take a bow and toss those crumbs
Given the power, you lure them to the boardwalk
And into a dollar store
Bringing mayhem and chaos in your name
The clerk wonders how you did it
And if you had a dollar for every bird you fed
You would buy out the store
And go binging at the casinos
Dropping the money all around
To support the cause of amusement
A thing to be thankful for
As you go about your bright night
Of flashing lights, buzzers and bells
Cotton candy, funnel cake and the winners' games
With the winning number on every spin
The children of saint and sin
And the silent propaganda
That forms in your mind like an elaborate edifice
That you still enhance
As you go about your way
Straight on through into the new dawn
Of a brand new day....












Where Does It All Come From
6-14-99


I stand still for a moment
And put my lore at rest
Give it time to catch up with itself
And stop listening so closely
Waiting for a surprise
And I will be surprised
If I can quiet the words of the song
And no longer know
So I tune into the beat of the drum
Tune into the bass and the guitar's hum
The blues are in the air
I celebrate my sorrow
And am grateful that the feeling is there
Sadness is better than no feeling at all
Slow down, boy, you may be small
But in your guardian angel's shoes
You are standing tall
In the haze you wonder
Oh where does it all come from
The light of the stars
The sound of thunder
Where does it all come from
Sense of inertia in the backs of cars
Drowned rats
Drowning sorrows in local bars
Astrological effects coming from planet Mars
Obsessions of the musician in their electric guitars
I stand still for a moment
And let the beat roll over my feathers
Oiled and greased by a natural resource
And the power of nature
And the nature of power
It only happens when there is a reason
Where does it all come from?














My Show
6-14-99


Star Trek coming up soon on the TV
Will it take me far off this ship's course
Will I be lost in space
Coming up on a planet
Where no one uses words
What an ugly thought
But somehow I find
That this silence is a beauty
That cannot be described by words


It already feels like one
You think I'm crazy that this is my idea of fun
As said long ago, this is my night
This is my show


Drifting, drifting into the night
Hail those galactic passengers
And find that they seek knowledge just as well
And they keep an open mind
Not fixated on whether there's a heaven or hell
If we were on the surface
We would hear the warning sound of a bell
Ringing with astonishing clarity
This echo made possible in areas of material stability
All systems, check
But still not playing with a full deck
But who said we're playing cards
Anyway....














Freewill Boy, The Man
6-14-99