WHAT TO DO? (Brit.folky) Forestville CA 1998 *
I went to Iraq in the usual way
To bomb some poor bastards who take Saddam's pay
But when I got home, I found I'd been bombed too
Now what is a poor boy to do? To do?
Now what is a poor boy to do?
--
I went to Somalia the usual way
To keep civilization from washing away
But when I got home, I smelt a civilized stink
Now what is a poor boy to think? To think?
Now what is a poor boy to think?
--
I went to Kosova by the usual road
To keep democracy in expansionist mode
But when I got home, I saw democracy fail
So now, should a poor boy turn tail? Set sail?
So now, what can I do but wail?
TOO LATE! Sebastopol CA 10 June 1998
Sweaty day, petty day.
The boys're on the bike path, the girls are on the corner.
Thriller day, killer day.
The sheriff's on the road just across the city limits.
--
The lizards are running, the cats are crouching,
water's turning black, it's too late, it's too late.
--
The clouds are crying blood, the Earth is laughing pain,
it's too late, it's too late.
--
The wind threatens whiskey doom, the sun burns its poison marks,
it's too late, it's too late, it's too late.
--
No Cadillac smile can save you, your Chuck Berry fingers
can't move fast enough, that Madonna look is over, it's too late,
it's too late, it's too late, it's too late.
GOT TO GET THIS PIZZA TO YOU has moved here
BOWLING FOR BUDDHAS GODZ Occidental CA July 1998
Bowling for Buddhas
Getting transcendent
Slamming for sainthood
Spinning out over and over and over
'Cause we're Bowling for Buddhas
--
Kiss the black bishop
Kiss an Ayatollah or two
Surfing for sufis
Spinning out over and over and over
'Cause we're Bowling for Buddhas
--
[break] Ec-to-plas-mic
Red Or-gas-mic
Nar-co-lep-tic
Green dys-pep-tic
--
It's four in the morning
She's screaming again
Getting transcendent
Flipping out over and over and over
'Cause we're Bowling for Buddhas
--
The traffic's all stopped
Her dreams are electric
The moon's going down
Flashing out over and over and over
And over and over and over and over
And over and over and over and over...
'Cause we're Bowling for Buddhas
GET UP AND DANCE GODZ (Buddhist Bluegrass) Guerneville, CA 3 Aug 98 *
(for mandolin, with fiddle and maybe harmonica)
You look inside your spirit, You look inside your heart
It's never an old ending, It's always a new start
--
Get up and dance! Get up and dance!/ Go on, get up and dance!
--
You look inside you chakras (chakras), Run the ten-fold path
You ride the circle turning (turning), Do the higher math
--
Get up and dance! Give it a chance! Go on, get up and dance!
--
You kiss the Boddhisatva, You climb Yggdrasill tree
You kick a little karma, You set those chickens free!
--
Get up and dance! Kick off your pants! Go on, get up and dance!
--
You take apart your worries, You take apart your soul
You take the little pieces, And melt them in a bowl
--
Get up and dance! Outa your trance! Hey now, get up and dance!
--
You kiss the President (o yeh!) You kiss the bloody Queen
You kiss the Dalai Lama, And try to stay serene
--
Get up and dance! More than a glance! Go on, get up and dance!
--
White moth, flutter off (huh huh huh)
Fly back into my heart now (huh)
Quickly, my own soul (huh Wafu)
--
You turn into a flower, You turn into a song
You turn into a human, You have no right or wrong
--
Get up and dance! Get up and dance! Go on, get up and dance!
Get up and dance! Give it a chance! Go on, get up and dance!
Get up and dance! Kick off your pants! Go on, get up and dance!
Get up and dance! Outa your trance! Hey now, get up and dance!
Get up and dance! More than a glance! Go on, get up and dance!
Jitter and spin! Do yourself in! Go on, get up and dance!
HOPE (jazz guitar) Forestville 1992 - 29 Dec 1998 *
(A) You drive a mountain road
You hit an icy patch
Y'r sliding over the edge
Y'r prospects all turn black
You shout "O Buddha! Jesus!
Please Krishna, save my ass!"
You hope there's some great power to
Keep you above the grass...
--
(B) It's the call
It's the love
It's a fall
It's a shove
Coming back or not
You ain't done so hot
Re-incarnated as a puddle of snot
It's the call
--
(B) It's the space
It's the time
It's a grace
It's a crime
It't the way you feel
You're feeling reeelly neeet
Re-incarnated as a bicycle seat
It's the space
--
(C) Did you earn another chance?
Stomping in the cosmic dance?
Do you rate a cosmic glance?
Cooking in the cosmic fog?
Hopping on the cosmic frog?
Screwing that ol' cosmic dog?
Falling off the cosmic log?
Drowning in the cosmic bog?
--
(B) Ah, You hit the ground running
Ah, There's hunger in the air
Ah, The moon is burning hotter
Ah, There's music everywhere
Then you hit the sun
Y'r hopes're all undone
Re-incarnated as a spoonful of fun
It's the hope
play that funky çümbüs (JOOM-bush), white boy
(Turkish modal) Joshua Tree Nat'l Park 16 February 1999
When I think of you
My brain goes spinning
Throw paint at canvas
See what sticks
--
When I taste your breath
My senses go whirling
The scorpion fish
Are stinging today
--
When I touch your breast
My blood goes pounding
Contrails in the sky
Bombers on alert
--
When I feel my fingers
Tracing along your neck
Play that funky çümbüs, White Boy
--
When I face my death
My eyes go smoking
--
(instrumental break)
--
When I wake again
My juices are boiling
Throw more paint on me
See what sticks
WINDWALKER Gila Bend AZ 18 Feb 1999
The wind is a spider / enmeshing my dreams
Tarantula thunderstorms / dot the horizon
They wash over us / like the Sea of Cortez
The wind is a snake / striking at my fears
--
The moon feeds on madness / unleashing the pack
Of my hopes, my fears / my long-distance visions
So many are in / so many are out
The moon speeds away / and snarls, and laughs
--
The Sandanistas have stolen my heart
The Sandanistas have stolen my heart
The Sandanistas have stolen my heart
--
Desert night winds are calling for me
Desert night winds are calling for me
Desert night winds are calling for me
--
Where have you gone? / I can't see the moon
I can't feel the wind / can't taste the spider
Where are my dreams? / Awash in the sea
Like a revolution trumped / by Democracy
THREE, FIVE, FOUR (Turkish modal) (9/8 - 7/8)
Organ Pipe Cactus Nat'l Monument, AZ 19 February 1999
Three, five, four
The patterns overlaid
And fragmented, frosted
Three, five, four
Show me your love
Open your flesh, atrophied
Three, five, four
Kaleidoscope car-wrecks
Fog takes its toll, roasted
--
One, two, seven
The cadence shifts and bifurcates
Fragments, shatters
One,two, seven
We do it again and again
And again and again and...
--
(extended improvisation)
--
Three, five, four
We return to the boring safety
Of familiarity
Three, five, four
Security squads kick in other doors
other heads, other hearts
Three, five, four
We've become what we hated
But we survive to tell the tale
Three, five, four
There's something happening here
What it is, is exactly clear
OUT IN THE DESERT NIGHT (slow jazz) Organ Pipe Cactus Nat'l Monument, AZ 20 February 1999
Out in the desert night
Two guys talking Russian
Acid rock from the tent next door
The wind blows dry towards Mexico
Girls have stopped screeching almost
The border lights blink in dust
Out in the desert night
--
The stars are inching closer
Orion tosses salt over my shoulder
My mandolin can't keep from laughing
Girls screech again
The wind never stops
My heart never stops
Out in the desert night
--
The dead rise again, electrically
Old men laugh
Old women laugh
Old dogs sniff the wind
The quarter-moon burns my brain
Cactus juice sears me through
Out in the desert night
--
The wind wins again
Of course...
O MY LOVE'S LIKE... (acidy) Trenton CA 27 April 1999
O my love's like a venus flytrap
Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is
-
O my love's like transcendental physics
Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is
-
O my love's like quantum meditation
Yes it is, yes it do, yes it are
-
O my love's like holy barbarians
Yes it is, yes it is, yes it is
-
O my love's like the last day of spring
Yes it is, yes it was, yet it will
MY LOVE DON'T... (bluesy) Trenton CA 27 April 1999 *
My love don't pay the rent / my love don't pay the rent
My love don't pay the rent / it's all worn out, twisted and bent
My love don't pay the rent
--
My love don't cost a dime / My love don't cost a dime
My love don't cost a dime / Don't have much but it's mine all mine
My love don't pay the rent
--
My love wears worn-out shoes / My love wears worn-out shoes
My love wears worn-out shoes / Ain't good for me, ain't good for you
My love don't pay the rent
--
My love needs surgery / My love needs surgery
My love needs surgery / Ain't good for you, ain't good for me
My love don't pay the rent
--
My love don't meditate / My love don't meditate
My love don't meditate / 'Bout quantum karma or cosmic fate
My love don't pay the rent
--
My love's got a rose tattoo / My love's got a rose tattoo
My love's got a rose tattoo / Got gold ear-clips and a nose-ring too
My love don't pay the rent
--
My love's 'bout 90-proof / My love's 'bout 90-proof
My love's 'bout 90-proof / 'Bout 500 mike and a crystal toof
My love don't pay the rent
--
(coda: blues form)
My love's like cyber-reincarnation
My love's like mental masturbation
My love don't pay the rent
--
My love's like hyper-linked text
My love's like teledildonic sex
My love don't pay the rent
ROLLING (techno-chant) Sweetwater Springs CA 30 April 1999
Red... room... green... doom...
Piz-za... free-dom...
Blue... bird... white... turd...
Blue... brie... kay... shun...
Gray... eyes... hot... prize...
Mick... sure... yay... shun...
No... fault... my... fault...
San... and... rays... fault
Rol-ling... rol-ling...
YOUR DEMONS (Might Be Me) (ambient chant) Healdsburg CA 30 April 1999
Your demons talk to you
Your demons whisper salty lies
They are your only friends
Your demons might be me
--
Your demons play fancy games
They change the rules around
Your demons change their shapes
Your demons might be me
--
Your demons strike the anvils
Your demons strike your heart
They move to another country
Your demons might be me
--
They're scattered by the roadside
They're going to your schools
They're hiding where you'll see them
Your demons might be me
--
Your demons and your angels
They assemble in your head
They assemble a new reality
Your demons might be me
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