Every Note
rich men fight taxes
junkies boost cars
we are all fighting battles
denying who we are
are we are not all the same?
are our differences
so deep?
don’t they fall away when we fall to sleep?
White backs the knight
with a bishop or a queen
the king must struggle
with baby steps
into the scene
I find myself believing
every dog has his day
and every pawn finds his way
Every note is a song
Every note is a song
And
every song- every word that’s sung
a universe - just begun (Being born second time)
Like a taxicab gypsy
or some ship upon the
sea
or a crazy blind juggler
we are who we must be
Each doing our part
getting from here to there
and on the wayeach note was a prayer.
Bush Comes to Shove
A low fidelity girl
don’t know a thing about trust
can’t find true heart
in a fog of greed clouded with oily lust
You
know you can’t block the wind
We won’t let you stand in our way
find a breeze it’s time to leave
Time to sail away
let me tell you
about the petroleum war
how bush came to shove
I found a weapon of mass destruction
a greedy heart NO, NO
Stand clear
of the wind
you don’t know a thing about war
You’ll never find the answer
You hardly hear the question
Bush comes to shove
The political
times have run full circle
since the days of the jungle war
I’d like to think we learned a lesson
but big oil brought us
back for more (petroleum whore)
Don’t stand in the wind
You know you can’t stand in our way
Find a breeze its time to leave
Time to sail
away
(Find a breeze...... Time to sail away)
Walk by the River
Walk by the river down to the shore
spent all of us I won’t walk there anymore
well it’s a long way to the river but
I was hot over what you said
when I get crossed wires sizzle in-side my head
long way from the river back to my bed
I dreamed a world
without sin it was a world without saints
a world of pure simple love a world that simply ain’t
the night was dark clouds held the moon
a smile hid my lie
it would not do any harm if I stopped on by
if you would have cried I’d have been satisfied
Nobody gets here on their
own you can’t sneak in past unseen
carrying bags filled with what’s left of your dreams
and I got time for walking selling blues door
to door
I can walk by the river if I stay away from the shore
Spent all of us can’t walk there anymore
