crow manner

Pa pi pi pizza
I’m gonna eatz ya
Too much grease just enough cheese
Never enough napkins
I’m gonna smack him
Pa pi pi pizza
Dr. octagon would be proud
Too bad I lost the tap.

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Sonnet to Liberty-Oscar Wilde you beast.

Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes
See nothing save their own unlovely woe,
Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,--
But that the roar of thy Democracies,
Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,
Mirror my wildest passions like the sea
And give my rage a brother--! Liberty!
For this sake only do thy dissonant cries
Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings
By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades
Rob nations of their rights inviolate
And I remain unmoved--and yet, and yet,
These Christs that die upon the barricades,
God knows it I am with them, in some things.

shake me awake

Shake me awake
pinch me alive.
chizzling, sizzling
off any sense of pride
I'll whimper and shiver
but
shake me alive

Bums

Bums on the left.

George: Is that Frank over there?

Jim: Looks like it.

John Sure don’t look like the Frank I’m fond of-always smiling that one. What a joker that frank!

(Forth bum stumbles on the scene with a bottle)

Jim: Cap’in!
(captin takes a swig and passes it to jim, who falls backwards drinking it)
Good to see you!

Cap’n: (sitting jim up, taking back the bottle) it aint’ that good.

George: Say, whatcha think got in our frank over there?

John: (adding in) He’s always one for a laugh, and now has been sulking over there
all evenin’ . Didn’t even say hello to us... (others shake heads)

Cap’n: Was drinking with him at Marien’s place, down on grant. Got an EAR FULL! And I’ll be the one to tell you boys!
There isn’t any beauty left in this world, all broken promises woven together by those poets and idealist-getting our hopes up, talking like we’re more than dirt on this earth. We’re all crooks, out to get what we think we want from each other without a thought to the egg shells we be stomping on. (looks up sarcastically)love - the biggest poetic lie of them all- and I’ll tell it to you boys! Like I promised…

(he pauses looking for words than holding up his bottle points at it endearingly)

Love, it goes down like a good burbon, burning warm, ticking, getting you silly then leaves you with a hurtin head somewheres you have no idear how you got! A lucky
few sober up and like what they see, some can stand it, and for the rest of us… well theres whiskey!

(takes a big gulp)

John: aw quit jabbing and tell it to us straight! Always off ranting, and raving this one.

Captain: see there aint no beauty left, an old man can’t even tell his damn story! (straitening up) Well I’ll tell it to you boys… ya know that red head frank’s always gumming about?

Geroge: some jenny girl, what about her?

Captain: she married rich, left him and big dreams to waste away alone in that house he worked his life for. She said she’d meet him out here, said she’d go anywhere, said all he had to do was call. Well he called, and you see her here? No point in dreaming. He's just sulking looking out over the bay, I’m telling you no beauty left in this world, and I’m the one to tell you boys! Not a speck.
(gulps down the whiskey)

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punk rock

Hop a train
go insane
Punk rock puke in a squat
Give it everything that you've got
Raw, real, roaming ramble
heart racing, desperate scramble.
bored, tired, cold, hungry,
singing music making money.

Young and reckless
Set me wrong, leave me breathless
Raw and real, grand appeal
rant and ramble
desperate scramble

“ Your brain is a city”

“Can’t you quiet the street cars, sirens, yelling, chattering and HEAR ME for a movement?

Can’t you stop the philosophically garble, impressive references, pertinent, timely, witty quotes, and say it right out??! Can you listen not quantify? Won't you fish for all the things in my eyes that speech is afraid to say! If not the words, can you believe how I say them? A shaking whisper, the way my lips quiver, a sparkling bead of salty anguish caught in delicate lashes spidering out from tired eyes that tried... “

wasting.

Church bells sound on the hour, like every hour. There is still no knock at the door.

“What a beautiful day to waste waiting inside for someone who won’t come. “

The 20ft wall goes up. A skeptical look hinders a soft young face as bitter words, bitter thoughts, and an unsympathetic memory fills the silence of the un-arrived guest. All her clever thoughts seem dull and pointless.

run.

Stop and listen
Stop, give in
Stop to start again
Start to stop to walk to run to slow to sit
To dream of running.

Burnt out blues

Stop!
You’re moving too fast
I can’t catch up, ‘cuz I keep looking back
You!
A drifting man
Teaching me more than I want to understand
Give me a turn with your eyes
Living your stories, breathing your lines
Break me in like they broke you
It’s not your fault its me I want to lose
I’m your puppet, just pull the strings
You watch me dance, so teach me to sing
Break me in like they broke you
You sparked this fire!
Left me with the burnt out blues
Stran-ger!
Throw some change in my cup
My eyes are closed I slammed them shut
I’m thinking of my drifting man
when fresher eyes come wanting
more then they can stand.

Ishmael-Daniel Quinn

“There is no secret knowledge. No one knows anything that can’t be found in a public library”

“..realized the new era was never going to begin. The revolt hadn’t been put down. It had just been dwindled away into a fashing statement”

forced to be Victim or culprit.

Perspective?

Bait

The one that you’re after
Is really just bait
When you catch it, you’re caught
Play the game! your mistake,
So you spit and you turn untangle and hurl
Its the drive that's inside us,
Try to hide it
Deny it
subside to it.
Its all pink lace, the rat race,
no escape?
you’ll depreciate before you suffocate
you'll disintegrate
inside it

listen

inner most inner most hunger
a desperate rumble

we stutter than step
somehow manege to get dressed
give it "our best"

but stuck in a bubble.
we're numbers!
names faces places...

nothing for keepsakes
no one wins the sweepstakes
but let them all eat cake
think its great
seeking out
any traces of fake

its the zeal, unreal sex appeal
not my dream not my ideal
to succeed and over achieve
heed
to all the shit we believe
behave? play the game?
its only your self to blame.
what a goddamn shame.

you chose you posed.

you chose you posed

Forget its forgot
its done?
its not

Its gotten rotten
from the bottom most to the tippiest top

we're SOLD- OUT

Can't just speak
but
SHOUT!

"Kafka on the Shore" by Harauki Murakami

"But I'm already old, and may not live much longer. Mother's already dead. Father's already dead. Whether you're smart or dumb, can read or can't, whether you've got a shadow or not, once the time comes, everybody passes on. You die and they cremate you. You turn into ashes and they bury you at a place called Karasuyama. Karasuyama's in Setagaya Ward. Once they bury you there, though, you probably can't think about anything anymore. And if you can't think, then you can't get confused. So isn't the way I am now just fine?"

Adventures in the Desert!

C Am F G
You took me by surprise
Standing there with the devil's eyes
I said I was only here a day
you knew I was here to stay

You confessed you're love to me
over toast and a cup of tea
you spoke soft when you said "babe
I was lost but now I'm found"
(now, I'm found)

All alone in the mall at night
we confessed over candle light
slurring words over beer and wine
I must of said 100 times
"I can see a future in you
I can see myself in it too"
we both knew what we had to do
just let it slip away
(let it slip away)

-Chorus- G C F Am
you and I we were so high
I can't believe
To come down so far,
It must be hard for you to breathe
(repeat)

NAKED BANDITS V2. (same chords)

We were bandits of the rocks
dirty clothes and hot sauce
alvacado's and cans of beans
whiskey was our ends and means

All the concepts blew our minds
"But everything!" we said 100 times
giggling orange on nonsense rock
It was much more than just silly talk

-Chorus-
You and I we were so high I can't believe
We felt so large, laughed so hard we couldn't breathe
(repeat)

Naked bandits of the rocks
weren't afraid to take the clothes off
Easter eggs and hairy legs
untimely holidays!

We we taken by surprise
when the big old moon did rise
we were too fast to see the dancing of those trees.

-chorus- (end on variations)

SO,
After I marched for several miles against the 7th anniversary of the war, and played a show with liz and some old people bar with bad Elvis impersonators,

I went a wandering to chase the sunset, and wandered down an alley, which opened up to the bay... I watched all the fishing boats come in, then started to walk back when a bunch of people in a hummer called me over “ukulele girl come some a jay” ... in the back there were a bunch of traveler kids who also got scooped up by the hummer. They had instruments I had a uke, after the hummer folks left, we sat outside of in and out burger until someone fed us. We flew a "Weed money" sign got handed joints then bought two handles of whiskey and got in the back of a van (which was an old electric company van) that our friends were living out of and drove to treasure island. Treasure island is in the middle of the bay, and happens to have the most beautiful view of San Francisco… We ran into their house, jumped the fence and got totally hammered. THIS PLACE is two huge buildings of at least 400 rooms each. There is a court yard, and a crazy middle part that has a ramp that spiral’s up with round windows of different sizes. Crazy. There were also so many weird shaped rooms. Part way through the night Iler and I had to go to get dinner from the bus driver, Lily, who owns a catering business and gives out leftovers, but the pirates (who live next door) got our dinner. YES the pirates of treasure island commandeered dinner. We road lily’s bus for a while, and then got over and wandered along the rocky coast. Chilled on this condemned dock, and Iler invited me to sail to Australia with him this july… I’m thinking about.

We only finished one handle that night, woke up at 8 the next morning and started on the second one. We decided that we needed biscuits and gravy. So we all pilled into the van, got supplies, and cooked in Golden Gate bridge. I read a book in a redwood tree. We played the most silly game of bad mitten. Every so often the whiskey would go around.. “keep drinking we got keep this fair!” After a few rounds I just laid down were I stood and took a nap-at that point I couldn’t hit the birdy when I threw it. Then we jammed I ROCKED out on this fiddle-I didn’t know I could fiddle! Music is instinctual.

We wandered back to north beach, had a big old thing of whiskey coffee. I still couldn't sleep. Traveler kids in a hummers…

Business as Usual

ACT ONE

Characters
Narrator
Faceless businessmen
young businessman
policemen

(Scene takes place as the morning is coming, starts out dark, while progressively becoming lighter. Well dressed, middle age man, leans on a street lamp on an empty street.)

Narrator: I’m not what I was, because it’s not what it used to be…

(starts to wander down street..)

We hear it all the time… A world of excuses for all the things we are too lazy and afraid to do. We someday could, someday should, but now we just won’t. The present is too difficult, too rainy, too hot, it’s too much money, or too little time…

(sun starts to rise, stage lights fade in, street lights flick off, people begin to join narrator on the street, one man carrying a very large mug of coffee and a hand full of papers pushes past narrator)


young businessman: (rushing from stage right) Sorry, excuse me, (scrambling to pick up dropped papers and pens) oh I’m so late, you know how it is.. have a nice day… (phone rings, exits stage left)

(Busy crowd enters stage right sets up tables, desks, machine noise in background, everyone busy. Narrator keeps getting in the way, pushed to stage right... crowd sets up a door mid-stage right behind narrator. Narrator bursts through it towards center stage… )

Narrator: Life has become too chaotic for original individual thought! Contemplation and awareness of others needs and wants falls to the wayside of production!

(crowd takes their seat, young businessman rushes in still on the phone, looks around, then finds his place.)

Narrator: Is there no time to tap into the knowledge of our peers of the sake of knowing not just as a simply and flatly means of entertainment, distraction or capital!?

Desk clerk: (stands, but does not look up from papers) Hello sir, Can I help you?

Narrator: (shouting) Can we stop being polite and say something!?

(Time clock dings, men at desks look at their watches in the same motions and pull out metal lunch boxes, delayed in his actions, young businessman looks around then follows suit...)

Desk clerk: (looks up, smiles, sits to eat) Sorry, we’re closed for hour. Have a nice day!

(Narrator knocks down all the papers on clerk’s desk, desk clerk looks shocked, but automatically scrambles for them, and narrator keeps knocking them down.)

Narrator: I want more than a nice day! I want to talk to you! Wake up! can’t you see? You’re more than a gear! Do you enjoy rewriting numbers and taking phone calls? Soul? Destiny? Love? Music? ART! Its there! Walk away!

Desk clerk: (looks emphatically) I’m afraid I have to ask you to leave.

Narrator: YES! Lets leave it all!

(Knocks over more papers. Jumps on desks, the men behind the desks frantically trying to catch their things, sirens are heard, a handful of officers parade in. businessmen stop and point to narrator at the same time, except for the young businessman who looks confused and lost, he clings to his over sized coffee.)

Police: You’re under arrest! Get on the ground! (they kick narrator, and start to drag him through the rubble of desks..)

Young Businessman: What has he done?

Police:Him as well! (Pointing to young businessman)

Young businessman: (being dragged away, confused and scared) Wait, sir, What have I done?
Narrator: (struggling) what has anyone done?


(Businessmen’s laughter among the restarting of machine fades in then fades out as the lights go to black)
End scene.

Don't make me say it again...

I’m sick of it –WHAT
I’m sick of it –What
I’m sick of it
Sick of it
Sick of it—WHAT
Dirty dishes and best wishes
No soap the stove’s broke
Laundry machine is being mean
Its not drying just spinning and lying
I’m sick of it –WHAT
I’m sick of it –What
I’m sick of it
Sick of it
Sick of it—WHAT
Bloated pipe dreams
Wrench in a machine
A clot in the blood stream
DON’T YOU SAY WHAT YOU MEAN
Lets hope its better than it seems…
I’m sick of it –WHAT
I’m sick of it –What
I’m sick of it
Sick of it
Sick of it—WHAT
days going too fast
empty wallet empty flask
smoke the rest of that pack
The last bus left you can't go back
We're sick of it-WHAT.
we're sick of it-what
we're sick of it
sick of it
sick of it
STOP.

The Iceman commeth

Rockey: The old anarchist wise guy that knows all de answers! That’s you, huh?

Larry: Forget the anarchist part of it. I’m through with the Movement long since. I saw men didn’t want to be saved from themselves, for that would mean they’d have to give up greed, and they’ll never pay that price for liberty. So I said to the world, god bless all here, and may the best man win and die of gluttony! And I took the grandstand of philosophical detachment to fall asleep observing the cannibals do their death dance….

(a couple pages later..)

You asked me why I quit the Movement. I had a lot of good reasons. One was myself, and another was my comrades, and the last was the breed of wine called men in general. For myself, I was forced to admit, at the end of thirty years’ devotion to the Cause, that I was never made for it. I was born condemned to be one of those who has to see all sides of a question. When you’re damned like that, the questions multiply for you until in the end it’s all questions and no answer. As history proves, to be a worldly success at anything, especially revolution, you have to wear blinders like a horse and see only straight in front of you. You have to see, too, that this is all black, and that is all white. AS for my comrades in the Great Cause, I felt as Horace Walpole did about England, that he could love it if it weren’t for the people in it. The material the ideal free society must be constructed from is men themselves and you can’t build a marble temple out of a mixture of mud and manure.