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Mark Ball....graphic Bob Schneider. from paul gorman on Vimeo .

air was cool, sky was blue. sun was high in solitude. when am I gonna ever learn. another December sunburn. southern half of the earth. where Peruvians and Aussies lurk. every year the same ole thing. the sunburns December brings. leaves fell many months ago. supposed to be white with snow. Christmas lights turn white to red. just like the top of my head. long sleeves and floppy hats. republicans and democrats. all who have light shades of skin. regardless of the month we're in. air was cool, sky was blue. sun was high in solitude. when am I gonna ever learn. another December sunburn. a e d7 ed7a **co-write with Ross Campbell Crum.

an 1836 revolutionary map. with its lines and grants. Austin carved out a heart. towns that don't even exist anymore. all the way down to Port Isabel. border towns up the Rio Grande to Laredo. the vast Comanche lands. east to Santa Fe and up to Pueblo. protected by long bands of islands. immense herds of buffalo. the disputed arkansas claim. those crooks. and on through Kickapoo crossing. 48 battles to independence.. from Anahuac to Copano Bay. Patrick Churchill Jack and the tarred and feathered. Capt. Antonio Tenorio had enough. took them in and roughed them up. til Travis sprung em loose. the little known Texas navy. grass fight and coleto creek. deaf smith and henry wax karnes of the spy squad. then the siege at the Alamo. the massacre at Goliad. where the bloodthirsty drank blood. then Sam took control. the runaway scrape. and some quick training. finally, the Battle of San Jacinto. arrogance always loses in the end. too much mercy and negotiation...

cd7x3, g tell you the story if I must. from the word you can always trust. baby born to die for us. we're saved. (repeat vocals) d7cx3, g prophets laid it out long ago. told of the one that saved your soul. take your sins and carry your load. we're saved. leave the lights on overnight. hug your family, squeeze em tight. celebrate this holy night. we're saved.

we know, we know. we think it sucks too. no need for horns. originally installed in cars as a safety feature, they have become an announcement of annoyance. the skin so thin. the time so short. the late runner blues. when lights don't care, and blinkers don't matter. parking spot scenarios. and gunning it. rev that engine up. maybe it will quicken the steps. a honk can punctuate the frustration. too bad the oasis radio station went silent. good for the chill out, that smooth jazz.

books stacked high and read. smell of a burned fire. déjà vu mind flood.

a barside serenade. three quarters classical guitar. the nylon is so easy and smooth. real nice sound in the old downtown mexican restaurant. tall, old, bricks, booths, ladies rolling silverware. a place to watch boxing matches in the eighties. TVs on wood shelves in the corners. cutting our own limes and a Friday night crowd. it was early evening, late afternoon timeframe. we all had places to be. but a break for beers at el Juarez was welcomed. updates on tragic famlies and concert invites. the aging men a bit older. the women all the same. so it is with time. searching for motivation to carry forward. this is not all there is. the crazy man understood spacefolk. danced, Woodstock style, as the Mexicans watched. told him specifically of the genre. the true songs capturing stories of the past. lifting up the eternal mindset. the musical evolution of the lead guitarist. from 2 minute loud punk songs to spacey effects and pedals. and some space for silence, whic...

.check the spin rate. .it's a millisecond behind. .days will last forever if this keeps up. .the orbit could slow down too. .we'll age slower and slower. .it could be the truth. .suspended by the pull of the sun. .otherwise we collapse. .like knots in a rope. .our solar system mates. .we found the right one. .this didn't happen by accident. .stashed here for the time being. .along with everyone else. .getting our kicks. .supporting others. .traveling through time with anticipation. .aliens for sure.

not once did I consider shopping. out in the public with reorders and sequels. dashing all over the towns. dodging new drivers. even the experienced are too distracted now. connections require maintenance. even the virtual kind. and maintenance requires thought. and brains can only think of one thing at a time. exponential connections. exponential thoughts. real relations are built primarily on tangible activities. breathing and beating through time together. perhaps for different reasons. out of obligation and pity or attraction and love. our minds are unclear and unclean. corrupted and selfish. memories are long and unreliable. learning can only be done now. all the people that have lived and died. for reasons and for nothing at all. some never made it to the crib even. some just carry on. the jolly melancholy. the uppers and downers. the quiet and the loud. the bored and the excited. experiencing time together.

there was nothing there. dense woods with stickers and thorn vines. sharp, dead sticks everywhere. tall trees, thin and thick. sky was way up, but bright enough. like a huge skylight in a theater of brush. brother had backpacks of stripped golf balls. he worked on the lawn crew at the club. from our own backyard driving range. we hit them all at the future parkway. just a nice little neighborhood in the western mckinney hills. first instinct was to grab our shotguns. see what was around. we grew up with creeks and dirt, and nature all around. tried the sandy, windy west for a year or so. but west texas is only good for driving through and short visits. to me anyway. people are old and nice. in a hee haw kind of way. oh well, there's no trees.  oh well. but, there are oasises all around. the bridge was first, then a back way to the highway. like our very own back road. jeep rides up fresh earth mountains in the construction zone. then mile by mile, year by...

peace is a mindset.   its advocates quibble over tactics and labels.  anyone of any character or noble intention or the ability to overcome their own self interest, even for a moment, should agree. a peaceful existence is better than a conflicted one.  most people, more than most, would rather live in peace.  they could all call themselves pascifists and it would be true.  we are working towards it always, avoiding the irrelevant, chilling out, selecting our influence carefully and thoughtfully.  these are habitual instincts and should be reinforced and reminded often.  it is a strenuous peace.  one that is fought for, one that is sacrificed for, one that is not easy.  a deal will make no difference.  it is heart, it is mind, and it is most definitely soul.  it must be made clear by word and by deed.  the soulless can stand back, the soulless can suffocate on their own hate, the soulless will see their own end. peace is not po...

.another rude awakening. .like a never ending interruption. .the broken peace of sleep. .on to the trivial. .on to first impressions. .on to making it. .perceptions of achievements. .most valuable something. .a singular opportunity. .invisible and loud. .for rational purposes. .nobody pays attention anyway. .thought therapy. .dream rewinds. .a jingle all the way.

isolation mechanism. alone in art. abstract realism. leave a mark. high class hedonism. fighting in malls. love that consumerism. deck the halls. (chorus) he was rolling in the cash. doctors made her beauty last. they weren't ready for the crash. and it all came down. constant criticism. not what they like. all kinds of reasons. we're doing it right. tell me bout your expertise. why you're so smart. probably got your phd. doctor superstar. ddgcx2 gdx3 cccg

emd7emam dust up some more rain, make the trees shake and tilt. knock all the sticks down, the cycle of life complete. oblivious and clueless, not wanting to know. ignorance meets apathy, no point in making a point. listen to the experienced, ask for more insight. thoughtful solutions are arrived at, sound and lasting. purity of the sweet truth, the consideration of what is. the ramifications of reality, no advocate to blame.

reactions to the irritations. wake up and loosen up the limbs. feed the body fruits. feed the mind as well. let the soul translate the word. reading is extremely important. certainly more important than books. comforts and rituals are secondary. mysterious effects of reading. the senses now functioning. fall winds blowing everything around. stripping the trees clean. less cover for the people. perfectly cool. consideration and defiance. just be nice. personalities are exhausting. like makeup of a woman's face. or the image of perfection and constant happiness. away with all that for now. look how you look. say what you say. rational questions and no toes to step on. be difficult to annoy and offend. you are here right now. respect that. lectures are for the ignorant. the young need restraint. moderation of reactions. like everything else.

through the brown trees we drive. hills and the smell of old. these New England country towns are established. the airport communications worked. a van with room. follow the signs and trust the navigator. have a familiar lunch. patriots and cowboys are much the same. clean suites and a bar tip. new castle brown is always good. mind lapses and returns. the morning introductions. pens, and go carts, and degrees, and hunting. refugee thanksgiving, music, and Jerry Sloan. flexible agenda. consistency of adaptability above all else. death avoidance and evolution. in the weeds. multiple courses of food. the fishbone of a trading life. and a visit from the brass. technological advances and enhancements. a wish list. table for 8 and goodfellas vibe. rare to get a steak cooked correctly. the red. Paris is on the attack. evil is the cause of all human misery. and evil is of the devil. let's get this point straight. facial observations and elevator noises. the ...

evil ain't got a seat no, evil ain't got a seat no room at the table of the peace creators. naw, evil ain't got a seat

...when we yell MAHUT! to begin King of the Court 6 later this morning, we will yell it for all the French.  We will scream it with rage and fury, demanding peace.  This seemingly eternal conflict does have an end.  Peace does await.  The longest tennis match in history, between Nicolas Mahut of France and the American John Isner at Wimbledon in the summer of 2010, ended with each emerging legends.  To battle is to move.  To resist is to attack.  Peace comes only when the match is over.  Keep your feet moving forward, go for the low part of the net, let your opponent lose...prayers for Parisians today...Mahut!!!

ace fcg ace fcg now's the time to make up your mind and go.  just go. it's true for sure there is no cure we know.  don't we know. keep the peace as we try to reach the end.  the bitter end. all the tears and all the years pretend.  just pretend. who's the guy that looked in your eyes and said.  yeah I said. here's the deal I'll love you til I'm dead.  til I'm dead. end of summer at a stevie wonder show.  what a show. under the trees the nighttime breeze the glow.  oh the glow.

.word speaks louder than actions. .aint it true brothers and sisters. .the bitter fool isn't good company. .visits of obligation are worthless. .such easy prey. .our exhausted bodies and minds. .holy molys and exclamation points. .like some sort of business deal. .this for that. .but that is already given. .prepaid, gratuities included.

locked in the same reality. nothing has changed. crats of all kinds. even the ludicrats. they are the most same of all. modern illusionists. and bleeping people. awakened finally. finally and forever.

crickets. frightening sounds. invasions and piles. black hoppers. black hoppers. the odor of crickets. crickets. looked down the hall. too early for empty nest blues. echoes of machines. echoes of machines. the clicks. crickets. hazardous for lead singers. poor Peggy Sue. from Buddy to Box. from Buddy to Box. that'll be the day. crickets. the sound of nothing. an afterthought. instigator of action. instigator of action. nothing else. amgx3 d7gx3

     like cats it came down.  the October rain was relentless and loud as we sat on the two rows patio in Allen, Texas.  no tennis this night, just some rainout beers with keck and billy vita.  just as well.  we were all in some state of chaos, confusion, or discernment.  keck and his recent brush with tennis humility.  max King had destroyed him.  6-1, 6-0 old style scoring method.  his credentials were discovered only later and included professional status and bent tree certifications.  keck was talking about this guy's game, just better and smarter.  and he was older.  max King was 55, keck estimated.  always pushing forward, always putting shots away at the net.  and spin, and drop shots, and extreme angles.  his was not a game we knew.  and we knew.  keck promised to start working on his net game and asked billy and I for our best pointers.  somehow, I had been blessed with quick fe...

got a salad and some soup. wondering what to do. all I really need is a spork. morning, noon, or night. wrapped and sanitized. yes I do, yes I love a spork. you might call me a dork. but I love a spork. yes I do, yes I love a spork. c f gfc

cg fc fcgc gc got more air in my hair, oh no. got more air in my hair, good god. now I don't care about my hair wake up happy just to be here. more air in my hair, alright. hot tubs are required all the time. hot tubs are required to clear my mind. powerful jets to loosen my neck. keep it going even though I'm a wreck. hot tubs are required alright. the yawning starts about 10 o'clock, don't you know. the yawning starts about 10 o'clock, yaaaawwn. if I get still, let's be real. grab a blanket cause I got the chills. yawning starts about 10 o'clock, alright. that spicy jambalaya takes me down, it sucks. that spicy jambalaya takes me down, can't eat it. fires in my belly, can't hold it steady. to eat it again would be just silly. spicy jambalaya takes me down, alright.

...the sky seems different now see the dust smell the clouds... ...all the stars getting through far away ones we never knew... ...caught up in the Milky Way out there in the center of space... ...constellations never named they were there just the same... ...seen at night a long time ago walking down the same old road...

...bank robbers and oil barons...standing where buzzards fly...the first hill was tough...the second peak must be climbed too...pay it forward with barbque...varieties of dunkels and Colorado bulldogs.. this place could make it...real buffalo herds and gypsum rock everywhere...the deer skinning was shocking...quartered up and put on ice...tamales and jalepeno beans...pumpkin shots...twenty dollar buy in went quick...heartbreak ridge...weird white people in mad max...cot sleeping...forehand was unstoppable...signed the trophy with permanent black ink...throwing footballs through the trees...the kraut and the chops...the okies left Dallas crying again...heavy metal afternoon...that cross bow is easy...pull it all the way back...one big night...chess is out...leave the dishes in the sink...these cards have gone cold...

...gift of the senses. before feeling, things were never felt. things should be felt, so we feel. before seeing, colors were wasted. colors should not be wasted, so we see. before tasting, eating was a bore. eating should not be a bore, so we taste. before smelling, scoundrels could not be sniffed out. scoundrels should be sniffed out, so we smell. before hearing, all the valleys were silent. valleys should not be silent, so we hear. ...a sensible design.

on the other side of the horizon, just before the thinking starts. when we're still dreaming and the cares of this world are gone. this place is quiet. holding on to night. then it disappears. the night, it disappears. the stars are only invisible my babes, they still guide the day. more time for living and loving, until time just goes away. CG FC FC FC GFC

**from the notebooks of the men from nantucket, paul gorman and mark ball* * the journey, this float, never lasts forever.  eventually, we will reach land.  before we reach land, however, we will see the land.   on the horizon, in the distance, clear as a blood red moon.  seen with telescopes and high powered binoculars.  home is free.  we might encounter resistance, but we will land on the land.  and so it is with the men from nantucket.  as we have done all along--searching, finding, landing, only to do it over again.  until one day, when we sink the boats.  we see the land clearly now, our visions not the same as before, but better, because they are now real.  and this reality may be warped, as all realities are warped says steinbeck, but it is the reality of the men from nantucket. these are the final musical preparations as we enter the harbor, before we hit the dock.  the adjustments to the final drafts of the men fr...

...when all the moods are in alignment... ...each helping the other and understanding... ...it is the same with circles of association too... ...different individuals together for some reason... ...each with their own mood balance to consider... ...a family, a team, a class, a gang, a band, a congregation... ...each individual associated with all the others... ...although an actual relationship may not exist... ...or broken with the feelings being mutual... ...somewhere in between sadness and acceptance... ...anger and frustration are horrible and dark... ...predictable actions followed by predictable regret... ...righteous wrath is not anything we can deliver... ...our wrath is inspired by resentment, envy, and insecurity... ...get back to our place and understand our fate... ...these blinks of years will pass as our eyes melt away... ...sunrises and sunsets are stacking up in a glorious tower... ...the ride is in full motion and we are holding on... ...our souls ca...

.the peace is somewhere near. .always close at hand. .a flash and a moment can make it go. .but it is ours specifically. .understanding is not possible. .explaining is worthless. .it will come back again. .like faith in the stars. .so it is with peace.

cam amg stack up the glasses to the side, we gotta get through. wanna try every wine they got, then try the all the brews. amc amg cam gc best liquid ever been made, from the best ever grown. ended up this close to my lips, now drinking it all alone. words that show the truth, no matter what is thought. anchor of our future hope, no matter what is bought. and when you take that final draw, tasting every drop. know that we were glory bound since they hung him on the cross.

the fear of what when why how and where. this thing at the end. absent of time and eras and history even. visions are known. rational as any other story. the particulars occupy our minds. our little incredible minds. made from something for a reason. made from nothing at all. voids aren't voids for long. they will be filled. the more interesting the better. this far away place includes here. right here. which cannot be denied. our common reality of now. not the place we understand. theories will be concocted. and believed. the seemingly smart are good convincers. living in this bubble. with the source having the ingredients of life. as an experiment. to see what happens. millions upon gazillions of other bubbles exist. forever expanding space and everlasting life is ignored. and we are left as dust. no mention of soul. which is inexplicable. what of love? perhaps, we really are the aliens.

.broken, broken people. .we are a mighty union. .what we have to say is truth. .and it is most definitely not from us. .anyone conventionally conceived and born on this earth has been, and is, mortal.  every one.  envy, pride, ego are apparent from when humans began recording the events going on around them.  you don't have to believe Cain and Abel to believe a similar story as true.  these are human themes, repeated and repeated.  look around us now.  grudges, unable to disappear.  memories, of being done wrong.  anxiety and agitation.  tapping and going.  got to live up so we can die right.  fade into our imaginary heaven.  immortal, finally.  this is pie in the sky.  this is ludicrous.  the top of the charts gets in!  only the fine survive.  but no one is fine.  completely and undoubtably without any indiscretion or fault.  impossible to believe.  of the conventionally born. ...

from Dallas to Kansas City. you can take any hill for yourself Mr. Webb. be careful though. Indians and stinging bugs that'll make your eyelids swell up. the highest point in a four county radius. geography changes very, very slowly. another world, really.

the lights and electricity. it's all we need. juice for the glow. tin pans and swillers. steampunk is tomorrow. this is a rio blanco crowd. the room was full of echoes and noises.  everyone swayed and time was forgotten.  the northbound 75, the black, and the made in the texas shade.  delicious once again.  our reality, separate from other realities, was realized.  it was not easy.  the forces of our personalities and nature, as Steinbeck wrote, warps this reality.  and it is fine. no need to apologize. these are known things. each note matters. every single one. the good, the bad. the ugly, the great.

on my own faith I went. or delusion. wanted it so bad. unfulfilled, as always. only quick looks and glances. they don't ever look back. they are there always and eternally. seek and you will find. the word is true. it is some good news. keep working. and singing and dancing. another day might come. faith will work. if you let it in. for it cannot be made by us. accepted and groomed. anything else is just a dog with fleas.

     in memory of a memorable tennis player.  evidently this Fries guy was quiet a fellow.  his unexpected passing from cancer in his latish forties was a cruel demonstration of the devil's work.  many, if not everybody, at the event had been impacted personally by this killer.  the fight continues.  and there is victory on both sides, this battleground of our lives.  the war was won long ago.  the destruction and decay we see daily is sour grapes.  the builders keep building.  the encouragers keep encouraging.  the war is won.      tennis folks were all around.  this academy in frisco.  passed right by, it so perfectly compliments the neighborhood.  a tight fit, no chance for indoor courts now.  just play in the mist and train in the rain.  many prodigies.  drills and drills and drills.  didn't see a backboard, but surely there is one.  a small pool, a boutique, room...

.desperately and without reservation. .water will find its way to calm. .settle into the low lands. .the streams spill out constantly. .temporary carriers of anything, really. .the rush never ends. .evaporation is the enemy. .sucked up into the atmosphere. .to fall again and again. .all this for peace and stillness. .or to be frozen til the globe warms. .water is life for sure. .the tides are pulled by the moon. .shaking and roiling the oceans. .lighting the way to land.

in many ways it is completely absurd.  the idea that we can do nothing more than what's been done.  mothers and fathers have no idea.  the minds of humans.  our intervention, our counsel, our stoic lips.

c f c g place your hand upon my heart. feel it beat for love and art. sing a song before you go. make it spacey, make it slow. now consider why you're here. why you see the end so clear. why you have unending hope. why you have to leave your notes. f c f g sugar, sugar you know I love you. sugar, sugar yeah, yeah try again to tell me how. to see the faces in the clouds. talk for awhile after the show make it spacey, make it slow. words followed by silent stares. lights were lit, souls were bared. most beautiful thing I ever seen. all I want, you're all I need.

.it must be the speed of our travel that makes us age. .with every rotation the inertia is relentless. .without gravity or weight we would be thrown away. .into the airless night beyond where our eyes can view. .imaginations are not sufficient to describe the unseen. .our creature nature is only a temporary albatross. .limitations of the primitive body and narrow mind.

.it is as awful as they say...as we think...there is no easy way...just as they are forced...yanked...pulled...they must be freed...the snaps...the chisels...the resistant counter weight...perfectly placed...jawlines and pearls.

...who knew of all this equipment... ...all the wires and bags of clear solution... ...hooked up and taped tight... ...drips are dripping smoothly... ...before the cup of pills while the nerves are lit... ...the final shot takes the lids down... ...sanitize everything twice... ...bring the doctors in one by one... ...green masks and pocket protectors... ...clean waiting rooms and magazines... ...award winning health associates... ...elaborate uses of colors and glass... ...gyro lunch specials by the greeks... ...the sisters covering for each other... ...automated updates and private consultations... ...political commentators pass the time... ...trump wants to be the king or queen maker... ...wants to make sure he is in position for the payoff... ...the good hands and robots are in control... ...flat screens tell the story and buzz constantly...

.like what a nebula might sound like. .slow revealing and undeniable. .eventually taking full form and echoing. .behind is the chunka chunka chunka. .just walking along in the song. .voices were wide and could be wider still. .structure is maintained and respected. .and a constant and true beacon lurks. .always there. always around. always. .onward to the middle of the sea. .where the calm is at it's most calm. .where confusion and worry are lost.

...captured a moment in time... ...at the time a trader... ...the market went pop... ...the possibilities immediately recognized... ...then the tears... ...no, not jerry... ...the original spacefolk music... ...all things musical... ...the tour had ended... ...just in time... ...two phenomenons collide... ...dead ain't bout tie die and body odor... ...or looking like the band... ...it's close your eyes sounds... ...free and easy and perpetual... ...like the internet...

right here and right now is primary. only parts of yesterday are remembered. the good parts should not be forgotten. peace with each breath. labors are far away. the future is a wonder. beginning with the end in mind. each day is like this. convince once again. convict over and over. spontaneous impulses of action. or inaction. these things are decided quickly. and are usually easy decisions. mind over body is a good thing. soul over the mind. word over the soul. translated by God Himself.

.all at a moderate pace. .thirsty boat people with squinting eyes. .families all around, camped for days. .the island is back. .dodge the tops of cottonwood trees. .the cliff houses are grand and full of activity. .docks are floating everywhere. .the water always arrives, eventually. .dust will turn to mud. .an oasis known as crow springs. .humans have gathered there for millennia. .keep out of the dugout. .it is merely a replica of the original. .two hundred yards south from here. .only ruins now. .glide across the glassy water. .on a quiet friday afternoon. .wouldn't be doing this at home. .bodies are older and tireder. .spirits are strong. .politicians are not trusted. .even preparations won't matter. .returning to before is impossible. .forward is the only way.

cg fc .outside of Haskell, near the Knox county line. .tank was getting empty, had a worried mind. .neon sign in the distance, my faith was restored. .thank you lord Jesus, for that liquor store. .pump was old and rusty, all the levers were shot. .had to pay up inside before you could pump a drop. .got some jerky and some seeds, helps me drive through the night. .as I walked out the door, I saw a beautiful sight. f c g fgc liquor store Jesus. taped on the door. liquor store Jesus. saved me once more. .getting my gas after I paid, a woman stood near the other pump. .had long tan legs, and curves, and a perfect, heart shaped rump. .made contact with her baby blues, blue as the ocean waves. .oh Jesus help me once again, you know exactly what I crave. .forgot to get a lighter forgot the case of Mexican beer.. .locked up my el camino, get it while I'm here. .in line behind a man with his nightly u light. .been plowing earth all day long, drinks with Jesus...

in all seriousness, a new perspective. these shadows in the air. uninvolved with possible outcomes. obsessed with the routine. obsessed with the truth. obsessed with light. a moment of nothing at all. the rarest state of being. we are not thought about by others. only fleeting remembrances. fondness or disgust. spend all you got. then line up at the nearest national bank. money is madness. these stories are all over. a means to this life's end. legacy folks and names of buildings. the lake is full is the word. predicted calmly and quietly all along. midnight in west texas.

..all kindsa things found on the shelves.. ..twenty dollars and a transfixed mind.. ..bland comments and quotes of others.. ..all over this land crazy folks are breaking out.. ..helping others with accusations and calls.. ..the heat was baking the grounds and lawns.. ..dull blades and late afternoon petrol emergencies.. ..depleted and worn from pouring sweat and blood.. ..the cake place with offers of decorations.. ..glorified Hollywood bakers with a good thing going.. ..west nile festering in the lower wet lands.. ..chemicals in the air and spraying mists of poison.. ..the dizzies and the woozy equilibriums of haze.. ..perfect landing from the old jumping bridge.. ..harp player thinking the thrills are too short.. ..muscle stretching throughout the evening.. ..fear the achillies tendon and don't break the back..

Turbulence.Raw Skeleton Tracks.7.12.15.leprechaun studios.weston,tx. from paul gorman on Vimeo .

those days are remembered well. praying the rain would stop. school was out of the question. paper plate super server award. brown collegiate brick walls. then the magic rug was pulled out. inside the loop with wild characters. dust storm finals and windburned lips. continued throughout time in the west. the good life of club sandwiches and lights. backboard on the back court, no one around. any degree was fine, with the pool cool down. the days of lions and letters. temper tantrums and destroyed equipment. triumphant and humbled every week. the latest and the greatest things of now. whatever it took to play to midnight. junebugs and mosquitos continue the fight. the ladies arrived with eyes and legs. respectable newspaper clippings and notes. glory limited by limitations and priorities. decorated to a reasonable degree. understood a future on the links. intermittent matches with aging bores. the babies and the jobs and the dead flowers. no time for ra...

           Considering the KOtC5 draw, I immediately plotted my path to royalty.  The Earl, the common royal, seemed my only potential place.  Only 2 years ago, during the first KOtC, I was firmly in the thick of things for the Prince title.  Then the famous Leo Escario, the marathon runner, proud son of The Philippines, and owner of a permanent smile, outlasted me for the first KOtC Prince title in what I thought was going to be my last mahut on earth.  It was hot.  Death was at my doorstep.  My family was watching and the air was dizzy.  Heat exhaustion, hell, heat stroke, seemed inevitable.  Really, it would’ve been a good way to go, but our good God kept me around.  That was my chance and Leo slammed the gate, pulled up the bridge from the mote, and lifted the Prince prize.  Since then, its’ been a series of defeats, disappointments, a Frank Friday destruction of the KOtC establishment, and a back spa...

(chorus) ae d7aea x2 chillin on my shoe, got nothing better to do. all afternoon, just chillin on my shoe. all the grass is fast and blue, string picking gals and dudes. Rocky Mountain views, just chilling on my shoe. (verse1) song bout looking up to the stars, after a night of hopping through the bars. with a girl I just happened to meet, smiled at me when I blessed her sneeze. (verse2) song bout... (verse3) song bout... (verse4) song bout... *collaboration with hunter hezmall.

...bud smith is the only person I want painting my house...from bayou la batre, where all the gulf fish gets processed...oysters, piles and piles of shells dumped back to build the reef...shrimp, iron boats out for weeks and months...those louisiana boys got it easy...texas and its massive coastline...after katrina, boats were littered everywhere...the water was up to the transformers...even dominic was devastated, and he's one of the big dogs...tugboats are made here too...pulling flat barges on the mississippi...his old woman's boyfriend put a bullet in his spine...he knew of the end...older brother peanut was a rowdy dude...fell over one day when his ticker stopped...younger brother held up a 7-11 with a BB gun...picked up on a warrant a few months later...probably in jail to this day, bud didn't remember....the good times in mobile...zz top and wine and weed...real name was george...but, the cigarettes do the real killing...old smokers always warn the young...now he li...

cgfc gfcg alone again on manhattan island, all the street walkers left town. walked over the brooklyn bridge and disappeared into the night. hot again as the noisy birds wake early to sing, completing song after song. they know when to alter the melody, they get it just right. tired again of the routines of life, used up body and lit up mind. the horse, the cart, and the buggy too, take the buggy too. day again in the eldorado hills, the envious scatter to make their lives. another rotation as we travel in a circle around the sun, we just traveling around the sun.

arguing bout some dumb flag. there is no truth in a flag. designers of yesterday. respect the land by tending it. salutes are irrelevant. and a waste of time. the ignert will squeal. ladies will wail about bravery. the greys led astray. jefferson davis was a mean mother. talking bout way of life. nobody told the master what to do. meetings and assemblies and town halls. what the world must have been like then. the southern way the northern lights. tolerance and live and let live. you aren't protecting your children. you aren't preserving anything worth preserving. relics are remembered. for the things that made them relics. all these human races are humans. so, good for the dukes of hazzard. vintage paint job and busty women. the general lee flying over a railroad car. offensive is defined by the offended. the offender should seek to not offend. unless the offended is offended by the word.

always it returns. gravity is the heaviest of all. raindrop bombs crashing to the earth. skies twisting and collapsing and twisting. moving as a mass. unconcerned and indiscriminate. we are observers. no intervention would matter now. get to muddy land. tie the boats to the dock. leave some slack in the ropes. or we could all go under. tremble and shake. waves crash the boulders and rocky cliffs. water sprays the beaches. the bothered sea. irritated and rough. as the souls are awakened and prayers are lifted. then the calm. as the oceans settle into a rhythm. locked in deliberate repetition. every noise isolated and heard. nothing blends in. the currents keep us moving.

...the lonely tree. ...the gravel pit. ...local and dedicated leaders. ...make something happen man. ...from 1945. ...we built this city. ...near Mount Rainier. >>>doubters and scoffers. ...Jones Junior. ...the entire surface is like a green. ...21 million tax bucks. ...the walker golfers. ...no tires allowed. ...tailor made for the open. ...seaside train tracks. >>>doubters and scoffers. ...Tacoma nights. ...an albatross is better than an eagle. ...arbor surgeons. ...the belly of the old mine. ...grease the wheels again. ...grilled crow on the plate. ...brown is beautiful.

tin roofs aren't perfect... flooded out the beer garden good... art week at the place over by the cotton mill... creations everywhere... collecting bikes for the big structure... everything must be welded together... a single piece... the ring hook is almost impossible... counting the bottle tree... bull riding stories... blowing up washing machines... acting a'fools... go with the flow a little bit... swing your tie around your head and doe see doe... open the good bottle... just a shot of medicine... el Juarez night... singing along and howling... mexican soccer on tubes in the corners... clearwater revival wants to know... called up for jailer jim... smooth playing taylor classical... gilberto hernandez found the groove quickly... processing error caused this terror... wait til morning ain't gonna work... time has been suspended momentarily... video evidence... tin roofs aren't perfect...

supposed to be some running trails up through there. connecting the whole place. all the way to Erwin Park. north end. plenty of room. camp for days. love does actually win in the end. and we know what love is. the light!  the light! it was given to the city in the 50's. by the Erwin's. as long as it remained a park. the off road bike track added later. 80's maybe. when they started making those big dirt bikes. always a place for peace. arranged in a circle of sorts. pavilions and playgrounds. fire pits and facilities. take a night walk with some glowsticks. skies are huge and you can see the Anna trucks top on 75 central. hills and valleys and ridges. a massive wooden cliff. an old graveyard sits on one side. the 1800's. think of the stories they could tell. but the boredom. we were born in our own age. color fades over time. and over time it has. diversity and tolerance roam these streets. all lives matter. the west west the west the e...

.and they say it will get better. .not so sure. .the long road to better is about expectations. .knowledge and awakenings. .validations and theories. .it all means nothing in the end. .we will serve ourselves. .we will seek happiness. .we want to be loved. .we need to be loved. .alone, we are incapable of love.

...all along these Nantucket songs have gone together as one.  the spacefolk sounds are characterized by structured and repetitive progressions, framing the space for lyrical and instrumental liberty.  this is not chaos and confusion music, but chaotic and confusing words and noise are captured and celebrated.  eternal realities, eroding privacy, the ever fading past, pretty eyes, success culture, travels, truths, half-truths, untruths, and being stranded alive.  Noises are effected and affected, unexpected and detected.  Nantucket is isolated.  Nantucket time is constant, repetitive, and clocks are rare.  Nantucket men see clear.  The end is known, the rest is trusted. ...a collection of 20 songs, recorded in 2 stages.  first, to get an acceptable recording of each song with the main duo.  then, post production sessions to enhance and diversify sounds further, primarily focused on additional guitar tracks, percussions, keys, limited ...

.at the rio blanco .chosen by the voters .drones and clones .okie 69 .light the dark .hog killing weather .blue as the sea of Cortez .white smoke .break your heart .two toned ride .hounds and babes .seeing eye dogs .turbulence .jailer Jim. .quakes like that .novocaine .in this jar .hooke street blues .together to forever .sink the boats At the rio blanco Long bow, too slow, at the Rio Blanco. Like I said, lead head, got fed, instead. Greens upon greens, upon greens. Loaded plants and vines. My mind, oh my mind, oh my mind. What's real, how I feel, how I steal, it's my deal. What's a clock, why not, match the pot, take a shot. Watch it rain, came up lame, took the pain, insane. Up a creek, keep the beat, soak your feet, take the streets. Get loud, lose the crowd, do it now, do it now. Long bow, too slow, at the Rio Blanco. C GFC chosen by the voters. eb7da .you're the sweetest queen that I ever seen, make the wo...

.the whole room was ready for tunes. .the smiling charity gang finally arrived. .billy falcon was performing. .washing the red down with Tupps black. .deeeeeelicious. .a defining moment. .exiting the hospital wondering what to say. .the dude everyone knows. .a builder and replicator of European towns. .its true about the hundred dollar bill. .magical and significant, always. .the windows have a mucky film all over. .one at a time. .the words come easy and fast. .capture the essence through mysterious means. .stained glass room, like a sanctuary. .shhhhh the talkers. .hush the ruckus. .met the humble brewmaster. .a team effort is always the best answer. .the day brother twisting iron and folding tin. .really worked that world word over good. .came out in rough pieces that fit perfectly. .like home. .