The Last Rock (free flowing) Rohnert Park CA May 1989
the last rock I climbed
was piled to 30 feet or more
overlooking a kneetop wash
cutting thru a Mojave-scape of
creosote-bush, rabbit-brush
tumbleweeds, other thistles
privacy, infinity
--
the last rock I climbed
was dry and patient
under a transparent sky
with clouds at the margins
moving in towards our old pickup
stranded on an ancient ephedra
(clinging to the rear axle)
stuck in the wash as the rainclouds approached
--
the last rock I climbed
promised a flat platform to fit under a tire
for traction, for escape
but the rocks sang and laughed and danced
and I danced with a VW-sized boulder
down 30 feet of laughing clapping happy stones
down to the smashings of rock and leg
--
the last rock I climbed / died a decade ago
and my body lives on / but I died there too
for I used to dance with humans
and run and jump / and now I don't
the years have seen me greying and sitting and fatting
the last rock I climbed / climbed me
ECO-WAR (thumping) Rodent Park CA 3 July 1989
It sounds like thunder in the night
It feels like pain in the morning
It smells like death in the wind
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The poisoned sky, the stinking lake
The oily coast, the empty roost
The bodies on the ground
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Last night I sucked-in a cloud, I
Called it out loud, I
Called it by name
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Today I hide from the sun, I
Crawl thru the shadows, I
Carry a gun
APOCALYPSE WHENEVER (coplas) Forestville CA July 1989
I entered narrow chambers, I followed shining pathways
The rooms were dark, empty; The stairs climbed to heaven
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I screamed about the weather, I screamed about the warfare
It rained until I dreamed; The tanks and troops kept rolling
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I dreamt European unity, I dreamt Asian demography
The British kept their money, The Chinese killed their children
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I swam the shore thru oil, Thru syringes and dressings
Porpoises swam beside me, But swim and breathe no more
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Do you feel the weather? Do you smell the storm approaching?
Do you see the blinding flashes? Do you feel the dull explosions?
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The empires crumble, fall; The fragments fitfully fight
At the end of every bright day, is the long and bloody night
RADICAL METHODISTS TAKE FIJI GODZ (rock) Forestville 25 July 1989
(after a news programme on Australian
Broadcasting Co., Bastille Day 1989)
chorus: We're Radical Methodists
And God gave us Fiji
We're God-fearing people
And Fiji is ours
--
We keep the Sabbath
And you'll keep the Sabbath
If you don't keep the Sabbath
We'll firebomb your home [chorus]
--
We'll firebomb your children
We'll shoot your politicians
We'll blockade the highways
We do it for God [chorus]
--
You're just fockin' Indians
Bloody Hindu heathens
We'll torture your families
'Cause God don't love Wogs [chorus (2x)]
I WANNA BE AN ATTORNEY (punk) Forestville CA 1990
I wanna be an attorney
I wanna get paid for lying
I wanna defend murderers
I don't want my clients frying
I wanna represent corporations
When they steal and dump and pollute
I wanna defend big business
They'll give me some of the loot
--
I wanna be a politician
I'll kiss ass to get elected
I wanna screw the people
An' I wanna get re-elected
I wanna pass all sortsa laws
About abortion'n'flags'n'banks
I wanna take my payoffs
Help lobbyists express their thanks
--
I wanna be a surgeon
I wanna cut women up
I wanna be a brain surgeon
I wanna cut up their brains
I wanna be a psychiatrist
I wanna fock their brains
I wanna be a gynecologist
I wanna look up their pussies
--
I wanna be a preacher
With money'n'sex'n'a TV show
I wanna be a prophet
An' tell you what isn't so
I wanna be an Ayatollah
An' start wars an' be right alla time
I wanna be a witch doctor
I wanna be a God God God God
THE BRIGHTNESS OF BEING (Cajun waltz) Forestville 1990 *
I dance with nightmares; I dance with thieves
I devour the wolves, and the vampire grieves
I sing with the angels, and sleep with the dead
I'm looking for love, but getting something else instead
--
[chorus] O the brightness of being is a wonderful thing
When the moon is high, and the old werewolves sing
--
I looked from the cliff, as far as I could see
Didn't see no stinkin' whales, no stinkin' whales saw me
Sheriff buzzed me with his plane; Coast Guard boat cruised by
Jet-skiers fouled the air; seagull shat in my eye [chorus]
--
O Christ on a crutch, this is really too much
I'm having a vision, I'm losing my touch
They won't stop to see, so what's it to me?
Electrodes and syringes wash up from the sea [chorus]
--
Patterns not words, ideas not verbs
An abstract of nothing, is really absurd
Now war brings peace, in more'n'more pieces
Let's go and catch some exotic diseases [chorus]
FINANCIAL CRISIS (bouncy pop) Forestville CA 1990 *
O buddy can you help me? I'm a victim of the economy
The fact'ry is closing, I have not a buck
I can't win the Lotto, can't believe my bad luck
I can-not feed my fa-aa-mi-ly
--
Speculator, can you help me? I'm a victim of the economy
My investments have fallen, I haven't a franc
I asked CitiCorp, they threw me out of the bank
I cannot feed my ac-cou-cou-ntan-cy
--
Senator, can you help me? I'm a victim of the economy
My T-Bills have vanished, I have not a yen
My financial advisors are all in the pen
I cannot feed my at-tor-tor-tor-ney
--
Taxpayer, can you help me? We;re all victims of the economy
My PAC funds have dried up, I haven't a mark
My brain trust is merde, I'm lost in the dark
I cannot feed the ju-dic-i-ar-y
Or my in-cu-um-ban-cy
Or the so-ci-yi-e-ty
--
O doctor, can you help me? I'm a victim of the economy
I can't pay my bills, I feel very ill
I want you to give me a le-le-thal pill
I cannot feed my an-xi-yi-e-ty
POLITICAL CRISIS (polka pop) Forestville CA 1990 *
They're rioting in Mauretania
They're burning gringos in Amman
The tanks are rolling thru Vilnius
The troops are out in Yerevan
The Yanks are bombing Baghdad
There's Irag-ets hitting Tel Aviv
Everybody's shooting someone
And I just want to leave
--
There's Marines at the edge of Kuwait
Just itching to kick some butt
It's "Death before dishoner!"
And "Let's crack Saddam's nuts"
The pilots''re trained on Nintendo
Every simulated mission is flown
Everybody's bombing someone
And I just want to stay home
earthsong Forestville CA 1990
Pave me, smog me, cut me down and dry me up.
Drill me, pump me, load me down and muck me up.
--
I have no need of care nor love nor tender mercies.
I have no thought of time nor trust nor gentle graces.
--
Use me, lose me, anabuse me til the dawn.
Shake me, break me, overtake me til I'm gone.
--
Time for travel, time for fun, time for war.
Time for wonder, time for death, time for more.
birdsong Forestville CA 1990
Spreading wings, the eagle's eye
encompasses the width and breadth
of paved plains and poisoned mountains,
dry valley walls and concrete rivers.
--
Her prey is any bird or rabbit, squirrel or cat.
Their cries are sure to pull me from my sleep.
--
It sounds like thunder in the night
It feels like pain in the morning
It smells like death in the wind.
MICROSCOPIC RADIOACTIVE SPIDERS
FROM THE GALACTIC CORE (rock) Forestville CA 1990
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
--
Infect us occasionally and change our histories
Inflame our thoughts and change our memories
Inspire the founders of our new spirituality
Invade our cells to give us immortality
--
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
--
Made TutAnkhAmen a God and a Man
Drove Lord Moses to wander the sand
Helped Gautama Buddha hold forth his hand
Showed the Coyote that laughter is grand
--
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
--
Ultra national Nazi hate mongering
Super natural hippie love pandering
Boiled teenage mutant ninja amphibian chowder
Fast loud noisy music faster harder louder
--
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
--
The New Age and the Old Age are the same page
Communist capitalist religious atheist insane rage
Tiny bugs crawl in our ears and inflame our brains
We're humans and animals, gods and mushrooms
--
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
Microscopic radioactive spiders from the galactic core
WHAT'S SO STRANGE ABOUT AIDS? (reggae) Forestville CA 1990 *
What's so strange about AIDS?
What's so strange about AIDS?
--
Until this very century
Sexual diseases were dead-e-ly
Syphillis would rot your face
Gonnorrhea would slow your pace
Love is death and sex is pain
Now we learn it once again
--
What's so strange about AIDS?
What's so strange about AIDS?
--
All throughout our history
Death is still our desiny
Love is still our shining hope
Life is all that we can cope
Disease is all that we can share
Sure to show how much we care
--
What's so strange about AIDS?
What's so strange about AIDS?
What's so strange about AIDS?
What's so strange about AIDS?
From HAPPY DAYS To JUST HAPPY (freely) Bishop CA? 1990
Penguins and porcupines, pine cones and tampax
The river sends us its rejects
Insect that have sex, on dogs and logs and wogs
Complex rivalries in the heart of the beast
From happy days to just happy
--
The water bubbles and smokes
I choke in a toxic reaction
Then I'm swept under a waterfall
And swept clean, washed new and dry and fluffy
From happy days to just happy
--
Walking thru the conifers, above the smog zone
Almost home, definitely alone, cooked to the bone
--
And a cloud of blackbirds fills the sky
And a mountain of ants looms over me
And the air smells like dust and love
And water and fungus and organic shit
From happy days to just happy
--
And the wind rises from the southwest
To push me back on my trail
I was fresh but I'm sweatin' under the sun
I was warm, now I'm sailing under the moon
From happy days to just happy
--
Something howls on the north horizon
Some sings in the valley below
--
I hear the jet five miles above
See its flashing lights
Taste the desert night
Feel a rabbit's fright, right
From happy days to just happy
--
And the world ends, and it starts again
And the day starts, and it ends again
And I haven't seen a television all week
And I haven't seen a television all week
From happy days to just happy
TIME FOR TRAVEL (rock) Bishop CA? 1990
[chorus]
Time for travel, time for fun
Time for wonder, time for death
--
Spreading wings, the eagle's eye
Encompasses the width and breadth
Of golden plains and icy mountains
Valley walls and turgid lakes [chorus]
--
Her prey is any bird or rodent
Their cries will pull me wide awake
I hear their little lives depart
Taste their hearts ripped apart [chorus]
--
The dogs of night all den below
Dreaming their great big doggy dreams
Breathing smoky doggy steam
Chasing dreamtime prey [chorus]
WE'RE ALL FOCKIN' MUTANTS (punk) Bodega Bay CA 1990 *
We're all fockin' mutants
We're all fockin' mutants
Our mothers inhaled chemical garbage and radioactive dust
--
We're all fockin' mutants
We're all fockin' mutants
Our fathers wore athletic shorts and polyester ties
--
We're all fockin' mutants
We're all fockin' mutants
Our brains're bombarded with mutant horseshit television
--
We're all fockin' mutants
We're all fockin' mutants
The next generations will be a whole lot creepier than us
SAFE SEX (hard punk) Bodega Bay CA 1990
Safe Sex - afraid of those diseases
Safe Sex - even though she pleases
Safe Sex - do it with my doggie
Safe Sex - gonna poke a froggie
--
Safe Sex Safe Sex Safe Sex Safe Sex
--
Safe Sex - wear full-body rubber
Safe Sex - in a tub of butter
Safe Sex - never touch a human
Safe Sex - what's the use of groomin?
--
Safe Sex Safe Sex Safe Sex Safe Sex
--
Safe Sex - don't need no abortion
Safe Sex - gonna date a Martian
Safe Sex - end of our existence
Safe Sex - fear of all that pestilence
--
Safe Sex Safe Sex Safe Sex Safe Sex
RAD LAB (beeping squealing analog synth) Bodega Bay CA 1990 *
I stayed up all night at my workstation
Computing a multiplex algorithm
To test a fusion-pumped heliox laser
Burning bad missiles in the atmosphere
--
I'm workin' in the Rad Lab
I'm workin' in the Rad Lab
--
The perimeter patrol insures our security
We're sealed in tighter than tourists at Narita
I am well nourished by the vending machines
And opto-electronics fill my spiritual needs
--
I live in the Rad Lab
I live in the Rad Lab
--
I try to go home every few days
To change my clothes and have a real shave
But I think there's a flaw in the new mainframe
Cause the ID scanner doesn't know my name
--
I'm trapped in the Rad Lab
I'm trapped in the Rad Lab
--
They'll never let me out, they're gonna hunt me down
My career is shot and my password's blown
My ID is revoked and I gotta find some cover
I'll hide in the heat ducts until it's all over
--
I'll die in the Rad Lab
I'll die in the Rad Lab
HAPPY HOLIDAYS 1990-91 XMAS (rap) Volcano CA Dec 1990
Let's pray for a merry XMas
Let's pray God's not on crack.
I hope we're not nuked on Xmas
I hope all the troops come back.
--
There's an oil slick at the North Pole
There's a reindeer shooting junk
We could nuke Bagdad by New Years
We could crucify Donald Trump.
--
They got Rudolph in a drive-by shoot
They got Santa with a letter-bomb
Santa's elves all got HIV
I wonder what they'll do with Mom?
REWIND (bouncy funk) Volcano CA Dec 1990 *
I love my body, I feed my body
Will you love and feed me too?
I work my body, I build my body
Can I work out just like you?
(rewind rewind rewind rewind...)
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I love my baby, my baby loves me
Will you love my baby too?
I killed my body, I killed my baby
Will you help me kill you too?
(rewind rewind rewind rewind...)
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I watch the planets move in their orbits
Is there a planet just like you?
I voted last year, I voted this year
Now can we try something new?
(rewind rewind rewind rewind...)
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I gave you cactus, I gave you mushrooms
Can I trip out just like you?
I feel my blood move, I feel my art groove
Can you bleed artistically too?
(rewind rewind rewind rewind...)
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