More Music for the Royal Fireworks (for George Frideric Handel)
They're rollin' downtown from the college
The kingdom of darkness is round
The world is on fire with knowledge
What comfort but love to be found?
The underworld crackle delirious
The context election and war
White demon black smoke swallows Christmas
Charles Dickens gives 'em what for
telling people who really love this year
of sensational winter green smells
But never mind their kind say some shepherds these cold days,
sing choirs of angels wishin' each of them well
Their new context writ in between us
Look squarely in the other one's eyes
fully knowing firm friendship embraces us now
Good faith says to tell no more lies
Clear vision appears to have its effect
Blue eyes of the heart open wide
Rising together see love resurrect
No turning back the Messiah our guide
Head out in the same sound direction, I will
turn up your level straight path
On the narrow road of defection keep pressing
Laugh within love when it laughs
©2008 g.o.
Friday, December 12, 2008
American Dream (#7)
I'm a rat a tat tat, the door knocker
The stranger who is stranger than you
Now open the door, put some fresh coffee on
Do it fast there is plenty to do..
Is it three o'clock in the morning?
The door bolted tight with two locks?
In my mind so far off there's a dream world within
the dead realm my reality walks
Go away! I'm awake in my thoughts, I said
On the door to my heart there's no knob
Go away where you came from like a thief in the night
I'm tired, sick from corn on the cob
Forever concerned with the minimums, too
Are they really gonna raise our pay?
Forever wrapped up in the red, white, and blue
strapped tight for some cold cash today
Forever tied down to the time clock
The new baby that I never knew
who ain't waitin' around for the truth to show up
got a mind of own as he grew..
The stranger said wake up and listen to me, man
Let me in so you won't suffer loss
The end of the world is my mission in time
Your new job's to die on my cross
Read your sentence of death in the morning
See the light on the road about noon
A question marked heart's sole comfort arrives
in my answers with a period that soon
Hear the sweet voice callin' you brother
Drive your stake in the light of the moon
My train's in Kansas City any day now at dawn
Hallelujah not a second too soon
Hallelujah, not a second too soon
I'm a rat a tat tat, the door knocker
The stranger who is stranger than you
Throw open the door, put some fresh coffee on
Hurry up, there is plenty to do..
©2008 g.o.
I'm a rat a tat tat, the door knocker
The stranger who is stranger than you
Now open the door, put some fresh coffee on
Do it fast there is plenty to do..
Is it three o'clock in the morning?
The door bolted tight with two locks?
In my mind so far off there's a dream world within
the dead realm my reality walks
Go away! I'm awake in my thoughts, I said
On the door to my heart there's no knob
Go away where you came from like a thief in the night
I'm tired, sick from corn on the cob
Forever concerned with the minimums, too
Are they really gonna raise our pay?
Forever wrapped up in the red, white, and blue
strapped tight for some cold cash today
Forever tied down to the time clock
The new baby that I never knew
who ain't waitin' around for the truth to show up
got a mind of own as he grew..
The stranger said wake up and listen to me, man
Let me in so you won't suffer loss
The end of the world is my mission in time
Your new job's to die on my cross
Read your sentence of death in the morning
See the light on the road about noon
A question marked heart's sole comfort arrives
in my answers with a period that soon
Hear the sweet voice callin' you brother
Drive your stake in the light of the moon
My train's in Kansas City any day now at dawn
Hallelujah not a second too soon
Hallelujah, not a second too soon
I'm a rat a tat tat, the door knocker
The stranger who is stranger than you
Throw open the door, put some fresh coffee on
Hurry up, there is plenty to do..
©2008 g.o.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
New Media
You were staring at the stars. They were up and coming down.
I saw you tread the North woods hunting ravens with a hound.
You were rising as you said the stars are falling from the skies.
Downtown at the press club words of woe unto the wise.
You said, "Calmly turn your radio down.
Jerk the wires from your head!
Talk yourself! Gather near!
Man's media is dead!
The funeral was yesterday.
No good poets even went!
Live poetry does resurrect where art and music do repent!
Give Glory to the God of gods I am the God of slaves!"
Glory to the God of gods I am the God of slaves!
You wondered if I'd visit you in prison where you been.
I saw your state the earthquake raked and ripped it wide open.
Your poems shake the earth. Truth erupts as they are read!
You lifted up the jailer raising two whipped men half dead.
You were coming close to see and hear. Just to join the chosen few.
I saw you at a distance from the Baptist and I knew.
You were at the truck stop asking, "What about a long term raise?"
I met you in the wilderness in amber waves of purple haze.
©2008 g.o.
You were staring at the stars. They were up and coming down.
I saw you tread the North woods hunting ravens with a hound.
You were rising as you said the stars are falling from the skies.
Downtown at the press club words of woe unto the wise.
You said, "Calmly turn your radio down.
Jerk the wires from your head!
Talk yourself! Gather near!
Man's media is dead!
The funeral was yesterday.
No good poets even went!
Live poetry does resurrect where art and music do repent!
Give Glory to the God of gods I am the God of slaves!"
Glory to the God of gods I am the God of slaves!
You wondered if I'd visit you in prison where you been.
I saw your state the earthquake raked and ripped it wide open.
Your poems shake the earth. Truth erupts as they are read!
You lifted up the jailer raising two whipped men half dead.
You were coming close to see and hear. Just to join the chosen few.
I saw you at a distance from the Baptist and I knew.
You were at the truck stop asking, "What about a long term raise?"
I met you in the wilderness in amber waves of purple haze.
©2008 g.o.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Cochise and the U.S. Open
Chief Cochise reached in his pocket for a mint
Pulled out two and a little piece of flint
The mints were green from a bush he clipped
With the flint he flossed while a buffalo chipped
As the buffalo was chipping, contented was his heart
Till the cavalry came charging down the fairway in a cart
Arnold Palmer waving as Leroy Neiman sketched
a player masked in black like Bishop Tutu in the flesh
The driver in his right hand, the left could count upon it
Edna V. Millay discovered three woods in a sonnet
Tiger, tiger burning bright, a fuzzy form of black,
saw Arnold tell the reddish man to step around in back
where corporations crude, rich Arnold's benefactor,
allowed the mighty chief Cochise to gaze on Arnie's tractor
Cochise sauntered over on his burnished bareback mare
Signaled Mr. Palmer that the fair way's over there
Chief Cochise raised a war cry to the throne of the Unknown,
but Arnold called his caddy, Lac, who answered on the phone
"You are smooth Mr. P, a maize in salt and butter
The gallery explodes when you tip them with your putter"
Well, poor Arnold turned to red while the caddy sang his praise
Especially the line about the butter on the maze
But an iron man was he, speaking for the men of oil
with the system on their side sayin', "Drill sea beds and soil
And, if the earth responds when we puncture her with steel
then the fountains of the deep reward the Palmers with a deal
We'll put Arnie on the TV with a yellow can of gold
He can tell his friends and neighbors all the things he has been told
Old Cochise over there upon his burnished bareback mare
can tee up in the mountains till he masters laissez-faire
We'll give him reservations for the fourth day in July
where his buffalo and Indians can putter while they die, (%)
which you well know Mr. Palmer, and Mr. Nicklaus, too:
The Indians can go to Hell, John Deere is playing through
That bull buffalo on number nine can put away his chipper
We'll mount him in the country club we're building for the Gipper"
©1996 - 2011 g.o.
Cochise and the US Open, Notes:
• On 6/20/96 the Rocky Mountain News reported that Pennzoil sold the Vermijo Ranch (minus mineral rights) to Ted Turner for $103 million. This sale made Turners the biggest land owner in New Mexico. In the pre-American era the 500,000+ acre "ranch" was shared by the Aztecs and Apaches. In contrast to Pennzoil management, the Turner management will raise bison not cattle because (as they said) the future for bison looks more lucrative, E.g....
•(%) while browsing at this fascinating link (in the 8th stanza, above) try a Control-F search on the word: 'exterminate' ( http://www.archive.org/stream/annualreportofco187100unitrich/annualreportofco187100unitrich_djvu.txt )
•12/2/2008, Hillsboro, KS Free Press:
"The 'Pathways' project enables us to display important Native American artifacts from our study collection," said Rachel Pannabecker, Kauffman Museum director. In particular, we brought out Sioux items collected by Charles Kauffman[*], for whom our museum is named."
"Through the 'Pathways' project, we want to show our..respect for the resilience of native peoples forced onto reservations in the mid 1800s.."
[ * "Kauffman (1882-1961)..began his Sioux collection in the late 1920s..Collecting items..preserves..American Indian history." ] (italics added)
• More about: American Indians
• Misc character notes, links:
Cochise
Arnold Palmer
Leroy Neiman
Bishop Tutu 'in the flesh'
Edna V. Millay (who 'discovered three woods in a sonnet')
Arnie's tractor
Cochise (2)
the Unknown
maize
Arnie on the TV with a yellow can of gold
laissez-faire [as in Euro rising..]
Re: 'putter while they die'
'The Indians'
John Deere 'playing through'
'the Gipper'
Pulled out two and a little piece of flintThe mints were green from a bush he clipped
With the flint he flossed while a buffalo chipped
As the buffalo was chipping, contented was his heart
Till the cavalry came charging down the fairway in a cart
Arnold Palmer waving as Leroy Neiman sketched
a player masked in black like Bishop Tutu in the flesh
The driver in his right hand, the left could count upon it
Edna V. Millay discovered three woods in a sonnet
Tiger, tiger burning bright, a fuzzy form of black,
saw Arnold tell the reddish man to step around in back
where corporations crude, rich Arnold's benefactor,
allowed the mighty chief Cochise to gaze on Arnie's tractor
Cochise sauntered over on his burnished bareback mare
Signaled Mr. Palmer that the fair way's over there
Chief Cochise raised a war cry to the throne of the Unknown,
but Arnold called his caddy, Lac, who answered on the phone
"You are smooth Mr. P, a maize in salt and butter
The gallery explodes when you tip them with your putter"
Well, poor Arnold turned to red while the caddy sang his praise
Especially the line about the butter on the maze
But an iron man was he, speaking for the men of oil
with the system on their side sayin', "Drill sea beds and soil
And, if the earth responds when we puncture her with steelthen the fountains of the deep reward the Palmers with a deal
We'll put Arnie on the TV with a yellow can of gold
He can tell his friends and neighbors all the things he has been told
Old Cochise over there upon his burnished bareback mare
can tee up in the mountains till he masters laissez-faire
We'll give him reservations for the fourth day in July
where his buffalo and Indians can putter while they die, (%)
which you well know Mr. Palmer, and Mr. Nicklaus, too:
The Indians can go to Hell, John Deere is playing through
That bull buffalo on number nine can put away his chipper
We'll mount him in the country club we're building for the Gipper"
©1996 - 2011 g.o.
Cochise and the US Open, Notes:
• On 6/20/96 the Rocky Mountain News reported that Pennzoil sold the Vermijo Ranch (minus mineral rights) to Ted Turner for $103 million. This sale made Turners the biggest land owner in New Mexico. In the pre-American era the 500,000+ acre "ranch" was shared by the Aztecs and Apaches. In contrast to Pennzoil management, the Turner management will raise bison not cattle because (as they said) the future for bison looks more lucrative, E.g....
•(%) while browsing at this fascinating link (in the 8th stanza, above) try a Control-F search on the word: 'exterminate' ( http://www.archive.org/stream/annualreportofco187100unitrich/annualreportofco187100unitrich_djvu.txt )
•12/2/2008, Hillsboro, KS Free Press:
"The 'Pathways' project enables us to display important Native American artifacts from our study collection," said Rachel Pannabecker, Kauffman Museum director. In particular, we brought out Sioux items collected by Charles Kauffman[*], for whom our museum is named."
"Through the 'Pathways' project, we want to show our..respect for the resilience of native peoples forced onto reservations in the mid 1800s.."
[ * "Kauffman (1882-1961)..began his Sioux collection in the late 1920s..Collecting items..preserves..American Indian history." ] (italics added)
• More about: American Indians
• Misc character notes, links:
CochiseArnold Palmer
Leroy Neiman
Bishop Tutu 'in the flesh'
Edna V. Millay (who 'discovered three woods in a sonnet')
Arnie's tractor
Cochise (2)
the Unknown
maize
Arnie on the TV with a yellow can of goldlaissez-faire [as in Euro rising..]
Re: 'putter while they die'
'The Indians'
John Deere 'playing through'
'the Gipper'
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Re: the House That Greed Built..
"..even the Yankee faithful may balk once they step back and look at what their new stadium will mean for the pesky real world that acts as a backdrop to all their history and success. If the old stadium was the House That Ruth Built, the new park is the House That Steinbrenner and Bloomberg fleeced. As much as $850 million in public money is going toward the $1.3 billion stadium...While the rest of the nation is sweating out the financial future, Yankee Stadium blares , 'Mission Accomplished'..¶Mayor Michael Bloomberg, the only politician on the planet to come out in September in defense of John McCain's asinine statement that "fundamentals of our economy are strong," said, "We want these kinds of facilities here. Having new stadiums is as important as other things in terms of, not just the spirit for the people who live here, but our economy." He said this despite all evidence by every think tank from the Brookings Institute to the Cato Institute that publicly funded stadiums are little more than sporting shock doctrine: privatizing profits and socializing debt.."--Dave Zirin, House That Greed Built, Nov. 2008, http://www.progressive.org
"..even the Yankee faithful may balk once they step back and look at what their new stadium will mean for the pesky real world that acts as a backdrop to all their history and success. If the old stadium was the House That Ruth Built, the new park is the House That Steinbrenner and Bloomberg fleeced. As much as $850 million in public money is going toward the $1.3 billion stadium...While the rest of the nation is sweating out the financial future, Yankee Stadium blares , 'Mission Accomplished'..¶Mayor Michael Bloomberg, the only politician on the planet to come out in September in defense of John McCain's asinine statement that "fundamentals of our economy are strong," said, "We want these kinds of facilities here. Having new stadiums is as important as other things in terms of, not just the spirit for the people who live here, but our economy." He said this despite all evidence by every think tank from the Brookings Institute to the Cato Institute that publicly funded stadiums are little more than sporting shock doctrine: privatizing profits and socializing debt.."--Dave Zirin, House That Greed Built, Nov. 2008, http://www.progressive.org
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Screamin' Gulfstream Blues
My motor home's a-coughin' like a cancer that won't pass
Rumblin' to high country sometime runnin' short of gas
Coulda flew a Lear Jet outa town if I actually had the class
I do but somehow never really got into it
Damn wind is comin' up, pluckin' garbage from the ground
Says Ross Perot the prophet to me 'what's that suckin' sound?'
Blowin' in it everything the Earth is spinning down
My lands the sun went off, I didn't do it
The levy's bowed and broken, livid liquids at the seams
The river runs right through it where lay flat the twisted beams
The beltway did away with all delight and driftin' dreams
I offered this to George let Henry have it
If the sun comes up tomorrow it may set down in the West
If my motor home keeps churnnin' toward the rust belt I may rest
If presses printin' money never stop may God be blessed
I took it all to heart to never lose it
I'm fifty two today and you remain the same
Since twelve years old I've known you, since your day my day became
Forty years from now that day will be eternal flame
and I believe that you will hold me to it
and I'll leave my motor home behind to do it
and I'll leave my motor home behind to do it
©2008 g.o.
My motor home's a-coughin' like a cancer that won't pass
Rumblin' to high country sometime runnin' short of gas
Coulda flew a Lear Jet outa town if I actually had the class
I do but somehow never really got into it
Damn wind is comin' up, pluckin' garbage from the ground
Says Ross Perot the prophet to me 'what's that suckin' sound?'
Blowin' in it everything the Earth is spinning down
My lands the sun went off, I didn't do it
The levy's bowed and broken, livid liquids at the seams
The river runs right through it where lay flat the twisted beams
The beltway did away with all delight and driftin' dreams
I offered this to George let Henry have it
If the sun comes up tomorrow it may set down in the West
If my motor home keeps churnnin' toward the rust belt I may rest
If presses printin' money never stop may God be blessed
I took it all to heart to never lose it
I'm fifty two today and you remain the same
Since twelve years old I've known you, since your day my day became
Forty years from now that day will be eternal flame
and I believe that you will hold me to it
and I'll leave my motor home behind to do it
and I'll leave my motor home behind to do it
©2008 g.o.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Beyond the new stadium
the Blues and the Reds
The Union unarmed coats
buttblowinsmokenosedagentsorangelitcigar
and fed heads
versus
black-eye Red Men witch tchaws on the mound
Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel sashay
with Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah
and their spirits are pumped
from the hearth underground
while Carlhess von Chuicer
is messing around
beneath the great sky box
o’er the short skirts of town
Wehrring Outfox in beach Crocs arrives
with Downsett Rhedwhitenbhluelhives
steppin’ onto the rubber
and uses up quite a few over da summers
With Rajahc Lemones..
Bridge:
Their owners may say
comes Spring give a damn,
They just play for the pay
I wonder do they?
Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr?
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip?
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip,
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel?
Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah?
Well, no matter what else
they are all here today
Whatever the board of directors may say
And Iwan Adieeyel
like all o' them icons
Freventa duPopi and Riel Fierreahl..
Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel sashay
with Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah
Flevrent Vanilopeed
The lefty Hal Hefty
and Ron Don Hopawn
who hammered out seventy
back when it is going, is it going?
Its’ gone!
Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel sashay
with Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah..
Epilog:
Harry H. Hoosier..
Garrison Gunnar..
F. (for Flyin') Free Quent (aka: Freakwent) Friar..
P. Inch D’runer..
Berry berBarry..
Favreed O’Fewel..
Al Lee Apostolee..
Diamond Jackyule…
©2008 g.o.
the Blues and the Reds
The Union unarmed coats
buttblowinsmokenosedagentsorangelitcigar
and fed heads
versus
black-eye Red Men witch tchaws on the mound
Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel sashay
with Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah
and their spirits are pumped
from the hearth underground
while Carlhess von Chuicer
is messing around
beneath the great sky box
o’er the short skirts of town
Wehrring Outfox in beach Crocs arrives
with Downsett Rhedwhitenbhluelhives
steppin’ onto the rubber
and uses up quite a few over da summers
With Rajahc Lemones..
Bridge:
Their owners may say
comes Spring give a damn,
They just play for the pay
I wonder do they?
Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr?
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip?
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip,
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel?
Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah?
Well, no matter what else
they are all here today
Whatever the board of directors may say
And Iwan Adieeyel
like all o' them icons
Freventa duPopi and Riel Fierreahl..
Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel sashay
with Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah
Flevrent Vanilopeed
The lefty Hal Hefty
and Ron Don Hopawn
who hammered out seventy
back when it is going, is it going?
Its’ gone!
Refrain:
Ol’ Oxydiced Gallown
and Larry Loozzhuyr
Pierre LePasshone
and Igii Tagrip
Homer D’runer
and Sty Rofformnip
and CC Seenyuer,
Sigh D’Eyedeeyel sashay
with Lowheat Loozyano with Booby LaBoozyeah..
Epilog:
Harry H. Hoosier..
Garrison Gunnar..
F. (for Flyin') Free Quent (aka: Freakwent) Friar..
P. Inch D’runer..
Berry berBarry..
Favreed O’Fewel..
Al Lee Apostolee..
Diamond Jackyule…
©2008 g.o.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
anna
viper with a hemi cobalt blue alumi-num
glossi- plexi- fiber semi- firestoned pearly snake venom
holy quasi- poli- sexi- moli- maximum
o my, that girl's got power now and then some!
she's an up and coming chicster, all america awaits
she flips her hair, cracks a smile across eleven states
she loves her brand new dot com store for skates and bubble gum
my, my she got the power now and then some!
so suggests get it together, gather 'round the breakfast bar
'hello, i believe in faith that i must be a movie star
and with fast food on my mind, i'm growing thinner'
..size four appetites need more than b.f. skinner
and she feels so much she cannot keep it in her
yeh, the bright girl light but heavy diggin' kill shots, kickin' sand
she sky dives svelte victoria's falls somersaults and lightly lands
peacock feather touchin' water pirouettes while playin' possum
my, my she wants more power now and then some..
©2008 g.o.
viper with a hemi cobalt blue alumi-num
glossi- plexi- fiber semi- firestoned pearly snake venom
holy quasi- poli- sexi- moli- maximum
o my, that girl's got power now and then some!
she's an up and coming chicster, all america awaits
she flips her hair, cracks a smile across eleven states
she loves her brand new dot com store for skates and bubble gum
my, my she got the power now and then some!
so suggests get it together, gather 'round the breakfast bar
'hello, i believe in faith that i must be a movie star
and with fast food on my mind, i'm growing thinner'
..size four appetites need more than b.f. skinner
and she feels so much she cannot keep it in her
yeh, the bright girl light but heavy diggin' kill shots, kickin' sand
she sky dives svelte victoria's falls somersaults and lightly lands
peacock feather touchin' water pirouettes while playin' possum
my, my she wants more power now and then some..
©2008 g.o.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Shall We Gather at the River?
You don't see me shed my cloak?
Don't hitch a ride, kick back or smoke?
Always vote, always joke?
When would you have met me?
Let the Word to deaf man speak?
In the dark blue eyes are weak
The Jordan runs through Babylon
I run through the eyes of John
here and now both dead and gone
'bout the time I met you
©2008 g.o.
You don't see me shed my cloak?
Don't hitch a ride, kick back or smoke?
Always vote, always joke?
When would you have met me?
Let the Word to deaf man speak?
In the dark blue eyes are weak
The Jordan runs through Babylon
I run through the eyes of John
here and now both dead and gone
'bout the time I met you
©2008 g.o.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
In the mean time
Caught they do beg for his head on a platter
Keep his mouth shut to what it amounts
Tell 'em the truth that their coal miners matter
You're stripping their future from all present accounts
Wind whips a sack through the tombs in the grave yard
Flailing impaled hung high on an orange tree
Spiraling their dust 'cross the street near a backhoe
Sack of white plastic a lost bumble bee
Rent month-to-month since th' year before last
on a two room flat off the service road alley
A hangman droppin' by said the Landlords just caught him to evict,
loose at their hangar in the Snake River valley
By the box train caught, stranded downtown
Back at the main mine men breakin' a spell
East of Lost Springs blew yellow and brown
smoke from the main line, Long Beach, and Hell
into the crack of the Liberty Bell..
But we're left with a light right tolling good news
The Baptist as real as Willie McTell
caught in the mean time a good life to lose,
caught in the mean time with lonesome day blues
Bridge 1
Plan to be happy
Put money away
Plan to be cruising however
We choose!
Plan to be happy
Release every slave
Survive in the mean time into the blues
Momma so cheerful ain't too upset
Screen door slams on the impact of debt
Her gaskets are drippin' by th' flickering gas lights
Hot water's shut off and the power just might,
but she ain't into cracks but a liberty bell..
Into the at-hand realm of good news,
good for the Baptist in Willie McTell
caught in the mean time singin' the blues
Bridge 2
Plan to be happy
Put money away
Plan to be prayin' payin' our dues
Gotta be upbeat hangin' with slaves
'live in the mean time into the blues
Lincoln black Lincoln rat cool cat shades
Sunlight shifts such subtle colors of skunk
Not quite a two-tone with rust colored paints
No flat spare in a trunk load of junk..
but back to the crack in the Liberty Bell
left with the right hand tolling good news
Lend me your ears to hear Willie McTell
caught in the mean time singin' the blues
©2008-09 g.o.
Caught they do beg for his head on a platter
Keep his mouth shut to what it amounts
Tell 'em the truth that their coal miners matter
You're stripping their future from all present accounts
Wind whips a sack through the tombs in the grave yard
Flailing impaled hung high on an orange tree
Spiraling their dust 'cross the street near a backhoe
Sack of white plastic a lost bumble bee
Rent month-to-month since th' year before last
on a two room flat off the service road alley
A hangman droppin' by said the Landlords just caught him to evict,
loose at their hangar in the Snake River valley
By the box train caught, stranded downtown
Back at the main mine men breakin' a spell
East of Lost Springs blew yellow and brown
smoke from the main line, Long Beach, and Hell
into the crack of the Liberty Bell..
But we're left with a light right tolling good news
The Baptist as real as Willie McTell
caught in the mean time a good life to lose,
caught in the mean time with lonesome day blues
Bridge 1
Plan to be happy
Put money away
Plan to be cruising however
We choose!
Plan to be happy
Release every slave
Survive in the mean time into the blues
Momma so cheerful ain't too upset
Screen door slams on the impact of debt
Her gaskets are drippin' by th' flickering gas lights
Hot water's shut off and the power just might,
but she ain't into cracks but a liberty bell..
Into the at-hand realm of good news,
good for the Baptist in Willie McTell
caught in the mean time singin' the blues
Bridge 2
Plan to be happy
Put money away
Plan to be prayin' payin' our dues
Gotta be upbeat hangin' with slaves
'live in the mean time into the blues
Lincoln black Lincoln rat cool cat shades
Sunlight shifts such subtle colors of skunk
Not quite a two-tone with rust colored paints
No flat spare in a trunk load of junk..
but back to the crack in the Liberty Bell
left with the right hand tolling good news
Lend me your ears to hear Willie McTell
caught in the mean time singin' the blues
©2008-09 g.o.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
muddy waters in my shoes
across the block
near by the shore line
down the street
around the tracks
near the dark
along the fence line
at the bar
between th' shacks
muddy waters
muddy waters
muddy waters
swirlin' 'round
past the stop light
cut the corner
almost back to
from the farm
'tween the lamp posts
under star lit
blue brown everlasting arms
cotton gin
texas tonic
muddy waters
back from town
muddy waters
muddy waters
muddy waters
rinsin' 'round
faint guitars,
not too far
coal black coughin'
dried out loud
swirlin'
spinnin'
'cross forgotten
smoke rings curling
circle, shroud
black man standing
under, ground
muddy waters
muddy waters
muddy waters
wash me down
2008 g.o.
across the block
near by the shore line
down the street
around the tracks
near the dark
along the fence line
at the bar
between th' shacks
muddy waters
muddy waters
muddy waters
swirlin' 'round
past the stop light
cut the corner
almost back to
from the farm
'tween the lamp posts
under star lit
blue brown everlasting arms
cotton gin
texas tonic
muddy waters
back from town
muddy waters
muddy waters
muddy waters
rinsin' 'round
faint guitars,
not too far
coal black coughin'
dried out loud
swirlin'
spinnin'
'cross forgotten
smoke rings curling
circle, shroud
black man standing
under, ground
muddy waters
muddy waters
muddy waters
wash me down
2008 g.o.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Voice Lessons
Who greens the earth from desert,
prunes your vineyards laid to waste?
Dunes no nomad wants to cross
Times no sage would choose to taste
Poison food, polluted water
Dry bone empty pails
Women teaching daughters how to wail
His Euphrates seven streams
His ocean tide is moving out
His path a sea of glass without
a threat from rain or drought
Yonder wolf sleeps with the lamb
The King with Abigail
Ladies teach his righteousness
or teach their daughters how to wail
Royalty scratch the serpent head
With pride as he misleads them
Wealthy wizards long misled
Scratch the tail - no way to please them
Chainsawed men are cracking - snap -
Black branches breaking sound
Limbs a thousand horses crash
The distance to the ground..
Shot up splintered stump prepares
New Earth framed from Eden dale
..Egypt glimpsed the Holy Fire
Mounted their attacks and failed
Foes who fought this blessedness
and daughters cried and wailed
Monsters gather steam through
hot swirling clouds of dust,
War birds circling, eye
A headless carcass sniffing lust
Shining angels lithely,
slithering unto separated males,
Descend red molten river flanks
In the darkness women wail
There's the two-edged saber dripping blood!
Severed royal head from royal tail
Let now the dead be burying their dead
Ladies teach their daughters how to wail
©2008-09 g.o.
Who greens the earth from desert,
prunes your vineyards laid to waste?
Dunes no nomad wants to cross
Times no sage would choose to taste
Poison food, polluted water
Dry bone empty pails
Women teaching daughters how to wail
His Euphrates seven streams
His ocean tide is moving out
His path a sea of glass without
a threat from rain or drought
Yonder wolf sleeps with the lamb
The King with Abigail
Ladies teach his righteousness
or teach their daughters how to wail
Royalty scratch the serpent head
With pride as he misleads them
Wealthy wizards long misled
Scratch the tail - no way to please them
Chainsawed men are cracking - snap -
Black branches breaking sound
Limbs a thousand horses crash
The distance to the ground..
Shot up splintered stump prepares
New Earth framed from Eden dale
..Egypt glimpsed the Holy Fire
Mounted their attacks and failed
Foes who fought this blessedness
and daughters cried and wailed
Monsters gather steam through
hot swirling clouds of dust,
War birds circling, eye
A headless carcass sniffing lust
Shining angels lithely,
slithering unto separated males,
Descend red molten river flanks
In the darkness women wail
There's the two-edged saber dripping blood!
Severed royal head from royal tail
Let now the dead be burying their dead
Ladies teach their daughters how to wail
©2008-09 g.o.
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
The Word from the Graveyard
The earth waxes old as a garment,
is at best but a temporary grave
Beyond that blue sky out the chilly window of your fourth floor apartment,
a better place to live than icy in a mortician's cave
That's the admonition that he said to save
In the midst of death on parade,
either he'd lift off to a life-sustaining planet alive,
or, heed, embrace the promises already made
The places prepared in the heavens which survive
meet up with the faith of all his people who arrive
©2008 - 2012 g.o. | To Dad. Thanks for speaking up! ..
 |
| Dad - b1923 - d2012 |
In t/his 'Word* from the Graveyard' are latent images in some of Dad's blue collar, sometimes anti-intellectual sermonics about life and death from his fascinating OT perspective..
Perhaps he neither realized (this) nor would want any credit (for t/his inspiration) but such moments with him, from boyhood on, inform on both (interests,) my OT major in Seminary (60+ graduate hours) and some of this (sometimes haunting) lit, cast simply, perhaps, as transmitting a humble/d working man's sermon - no pulpit required.
*Isaiah 51, KJV : ' Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look upon the earth beneath: for the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth shall wax old like a garment, and they that dwell therein shall die in like manner: but my salvation shall be for ever, and my righteousness shall not be abolished.'
Saturday, May 3, 2008
(To an Army of One)
You see them from the Bible
Love sweeps them from their feet
They hunt you down, they're tribal
They attack you, your so sweet
(and Delilahs tracking Samson feel blind romance in the air
One thousand women running finger nails through your hair)
Refrain:
A thousand women want you
Let it be no shock
You heard a thousand women want your diamond, wanna rock
The man they want is something
The boys they kissed long gone
Their husband has one woman else he's not around for long
Your time is for one thousand ladies
Time is on their clock
No time out now, don't interrupt
One thousand women talk
That pounding sound is marching
One thousand women strong
The ground around affection shakes
They know where you belong..
©2008 g.o. | To M.R.
Note: There are a thousand verses to this ancient song--way too much material for a single Google blog.
You see them from the Bible
Love sweeps them from their feet
They hunt you down, they're tribal
They attack you, your so sweet
(and Delilahs tracking Samson feel blind romance in the air
One thousand women running finger nails through your hair)
Refrain:
A thousand women want you
Let it be no shock
You heard a thousand women want your diamond, wanna rock
The man they want is something
The boys they kissed long gone
Their husband has one woman else he's not around for long
Your time is for one thousand ladies
Time is on their clock
No time out now, don't interrupt
One thousand women talk
That pounding sound is marching
One thousand women strong
The ground around affection shakes
They know where you belong..
©2008 g.o. | To M.R.
Note: There are a thousand verses to this ancient song--way too much material for a single Google blog.
Monday, March 24, 2008
When the Wind Dies Down *
Storm clouds boilin' at the crack of dawn
Th' old world snores, nothin' is wrong
The air force scatters the dawn's early light
Mid-afternoon coal black dead of the night..
Hosts just so, a loud trumpet sounds
Graves burst open on the edge of town
The last go first, the lost are found
mysteriously when the wind dies down
The wind dies down
The wind dies down
The graves bust open on the edge of town
The last go first and the lost are found
Right about then the wind dies down
©2008 g.o.
* "Tell them this: 'These gods, who did not make the heavens and the earth, will perish from the earth and from under the heavens.'"
"..the living God, the eternal King .. when he is angry, the earth trembles; the nations cannot endure his wrath..
He..brings out the wind from his storehouses." --Jeremiah 10:10ff.
cp. "kai ekopasen o anemon" - "and ceased the wind" --Mark 6:51
Storm clouds boilin' at the crack of dawn
Th' old world snores, nothin' is wrong
The air force scatters the dawn's early light
Mid-afternoon coal black dead of the night..
Hosts just so, a loud trumpet sounds
Graves burst open on the edge of town
The last go first, the lost are found
mysteriously when the wind dies down
The wind dies down
The wind dies down
The graves bust open on the edge of town
The last go first and the lost are found
Right about then the wind dies down
©2008 g.o.
* "Tell them this: 'These gods, who did not make the heavens and the earth, will perish from the earth and from under the heavens.'"
"..the living God, the eternal King .. when he is angry, the earth trembles; the nations cannot endure his wrath..
He..brings out the wind from his storehouses." --Jeremiah 10:10ff.
cp. "kai ekopasen o anemon" - "and ceased the wind" --Mark 6:51
Friday, March 21, 2008
Atlas Drugged
Directions to the desert ain't that difficult to find
From heaven tell me what you'd like to know(?)
You've said your lungs are lockin' up from crystals in the wind
that undermine your footprints as you go
Your left brain feeds your right brain sand,
the right brain feeds the left
The desert does its hemispheric grind
above the water tables in the underground of God
whose Spirit floods the spheres I have in mind..
©2007 g.o.
Directions to the desert ain't that difficult to find
From heaven tell me what you'd like to know(?)
You've said your lungs are lockin' up from crystals in the wind
that undermine your footprints as you go
Your left brain feeds your right brain sand,
the right brain feeds the left
The desert does its hemispheric grind
above the water tables in the underground of God
whose Spirit floods the spheres I have in mind..
©2007 g.o.
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