Noisy Birds (Eldorado Hills)

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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.

The Southern Way The Northern Lights

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.

Then The Calm

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.

Near Mount Rainier

...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

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...

There Is Peace There

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 east and the east east.
all get along.
bulldogs and broncos have come along.
but the lions are the original kings and queens.
let's be clear.
peace must be protected.
and strived for.
peace on earth is no accident.
and is somewhat rare.
thank the word.
permanent and eternal peace.
hotheads losing their cool.
the heat irritates.
pride gets involved.
tape is rolling as he rolls by.
talking back talking back.
not minding not minding.
shouting orders shouting cuss words.
the bad one.
and damning God!
get ahold of yourself chief.
the process will continue.
deliberations and protestations.
intentions will seem noble.
prayers will be lifted and lifted.
and should.
ain't no better place than Erwin.
north end.
there is peace there.

Long Road To Better

.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.

Nantucket Time

...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 base, electronic magic, and additional vocals...

Men From Nantucket Greatest Hits

Men From Nantucket Greatest Hits: Project Notes

.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.

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chosen by the voters.
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.you're the sweetest queen that I ever seen, make the world seem nice and clean, make people everywhere dance and sing, I know who you are.

.all afternoon you powder and puff, making millions of bucks but it ain't enough, make a video so they think you're a slut, I know who you are.

.the dice are loaded the decks are stacked, news always talking bout whites and blacks, fools always lying to distort the facts, I know who you are.

.gonna suffer the toll if you drive this way, discover something new every day, all you are now is a clump of clay, I know who you are.

.chosen by the voters to be frozen in time, with your outlaw boots and your country jive, acting like the suits kept spitting in your eye, I know who you are.

.in the evening I hear you breathing, when dreams light up and you're really sleeping, when the room is quiet and your heart's beating, I know who you are.






Drones and clones

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.look up look up
.there's a drone flying by
.flown by a clone
.we don't even have to die

.kamikazee man
.working the remote control
.no expressions on the clones.
.they don't even really know

.salute the hackers I guess
.ours are better than theirs
.best viruses around
.go straight to your head

.the public is a mess
.hypnotized and tranced
.don't want to know the truth
.don't want to take a stance

.its just drones and clones.yea yea yea
.drones and clones.the brave are dead

.over there over there
.its the man driving by
.everybody knows
.he's got tears in his eyes

.likes the lofty titles
.likes the free jet air
.loves hanging with his daughters
.likes not giving a care

.peaceful men they know
.women and the like
.we're all left to wonder
.while the drones rule the night

.its just drones and clones.yea yea yea
.drones and clones.the brave are dead






Okie 69
   
the water tower's falling down there's a castle over there.
in muskogee all the women color their hair.
go up miami way and you get lost in the trees.
got to pay two bucks for tore up bumpy street.

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on the okie 69.
doing 85.
heading south from Big Cabin.
we're gonna cross the Red River tonight

every town you pass has tomotoes from the vine.
for sale in covered shacks adorned with a sign.
saw some corn 10 ears for 5 bucks.
someone wrote on a 18 wheeler, "God bless this truck."

plenty of Choctaw natives and a tribe of Cherokee.
still stand on the cliffs of rock and watch the enemy.
car lots, casinos, and business parks collide.
where speed zones and the trooper man reside.


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Light the Dark

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.we wait, we wait, for the King to return.
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.and we smash the dark, and we smash the dark.

.too many have been lost.

.and we kick the dark, and we kick the dark.

.not in the name of my God.

.and we slice the dark, and we slice the dark.

.rise up, rise up, with the sword of truth.

.and we light the dark, and we light the dark.

lalalalalalalalalalalala.....

.we know, we know, the music will flow.

.and we feel the dark, and we feel the dark.

.had more good times than I probably should.

.and we love the dark, and we love the dark.

.wouldn't want be nowhere but right here.

.and we face the dark, and we face the dark.

.wanna make sure I make my point clear.

.we gonna light the dark, we gonna light the dark.

lalalalalalalalalalalala.....







Hog killing weather

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Pick out about five fat ones.
The air is getting cold.
Hog killing weather.
Offer them a handful of corn.
22 between the eyes.
Slice the throat, bleed em out.
Shave the hairs, down to the tail.
Toss the guts aside.
Skin the skin, leak the lard.
Hanging in the trees.
Get some hams, keep the ribs.
The rest is sausage.
If you got the right recipe.
Red pepper, sage, and garlic.
Give the head to the help.
Keep the toungue and some brains for mawmaw.
She went through the Great Depression, ya know.
Bacon is just too much trouble.
Cracklings are a real treat.
Cover up that meat in salt, cure it up.
Rent some freezer space in town.
It's cold out today.
Getting to be hog killing weather.







Blue As The Sea Of Cortez


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Blue as the Sea of Cortez.
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Her eyes melt in the light.
Do everything she says.
She makes it worth my while.

We fill our lives with gods.
Goddess lovers too.
Taste all the earthy joys.
Wanna do it with you.

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The ships they disappeared, on the horizon line.
Her lips they had no fear, as I looked into her eyes, they were...

Blue as the Sea of Cortez.
Her eyes melt in the light.
Do everything she says.
She makes it worth my while.

Through the gates we're led.
Been walking desert miles.
Suffered and hurt and bled.
Once cried all through the night.

Blue as the Sea of Cortez.
Her eyes melt in the light.
Do everything she says.
She makes it worth my while.





     
 White Smoke

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all the cardinals are in town, the flashbulbs do confirm.
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gonna pick pick a pope today, til Jesus Christ returns.

angel armies rise to meet this holy man.
gotta dress just right, to lead this wayward clan.

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white smoke gets hazy,
church folks go crazy,
stole all the daisys,
you know the fix is in.

God already decided the way it all would go.
long time before, the white robes picked the pope.

hope the Spirit loves him and listens to his prayers.
hope he leads his church to the God that we all share.        

white smoke gets hazy,
church folks go crazy,
stole all the daisys,
you know the fix is in.






Break Your Heart

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.refinement.and the other side of hate....reliant.trying to catch a break...dynamo.break your heart break your heart...psyco.trying to get a start...judgement.and the finger pointing man...love me.and i'll sing throughout this land...laugher.its all so trivial...trapper.understand the way I feel...galaxies.they all about the same...love is free.in his name in his name...
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I'll see the Milky Way tonight.
Look up with bewildered mind.
See the shadows in your eyes.
And wonder.







Two toned ride

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Need a pair of contact lenses.
Need a robot to bring me soup.
Need a computer without a virus.
Want to find some new recruits.

It's always money, money, money but look around
What we really need ain't from this town.

Need a two toned ride to ride.
Need a business calculator.
Need an automatic coffee grinder.
Want a brand new trailer.

Need a buck for the DVD.
Need an automatic teller.
Need a system to track my miles.
Want to try and make it better.

Need a window with a sleepy view.
Need a photograph maker.
Need another honey to call.
Want to arrive a bit later.

Need a complex password.
Need an all systems clear.
Need a map to the late show.
Want to make my own beer.






Hounds and babes

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We could think and think for days and days.
Count the stars and whistle a fine melody.
Brave the winds and bring nature down.
Slander the ones that preach love in vain.

We could whine with the hounds and babes.
Jump to a jazz jam and sway left to right.
Learn a new step with a twist in the middle.
Plan a car trip on the west coast highway.e

We could scatter all the cards and pull an ace.
Rub the belly of a genie til the smoke rises.
Find a nickel tails up and put it in your pocket.
Eat meat every 7th day and call out for blood.






.seeing eye dogs.

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.we are willing participants and infractors.
.to the smashing of what has gotten old.

.we take stock every day and see the miracles.
.what is known will be revealed to all.

.with bugs and seeing eye dogs keeping track.
.undisclosed determinations and conclusions.

.drawn from electro shocks and transmitters.
.revolutionaries are quarantined and hidden.

.the citizens are pacified and distracted.
.among them are the young and deceived.

.conformity made easy and respectable.
.capitalism responsibilities and national days.

.with repetitive ease we continue the cycle.
.like soldiers of fortune in a routine war.

.the latest is waiting and already in production.
.remembered having nice things and on the go.

.orderly traditions and traveling memories.
.we'll see what we see at the station house.

.a soaked mess coming in from the rain.
.in love with the hard to love.







turbulence

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The moon gonna be there when the time is right.
The moon gonna be there when the time is right.
The earth starts shaking, body's start aching, everybody wants what's already taken.
The moon gonna be there when the time is right.
The moon gonna be there when the time is right.

Turbulence when you about to land.
Turbulence when you about to land.
Cold cold sweats, not enough rest, don't think I'll ever get out of this mess.
Turbulence when you about to land.
Turbulence when you about to land.

Already made it to the western shore.
Already made it to the western shore.
Up on the beach, out of reach, drinking margaritas with nothing on my feet.
Already made it to the western shore.
Already made it to the western shore.

Here we will live in love and peace.
Here we will live in love and peace.
No more time, color blind, where every body gets along just fine.
Here we will live in love and peace.
Here we will live in love and peace.





Jailer Jim

cuffed and patted, my world in tatters
just tried to keep my peace
bridgeport cop said the reason for the stop
was i was going over the posted speed

some jospeh paul got cross with the law
when he was stealing cars for cash
"that's another guy" i stared in his eyes
but he said "put your hands on the dash"

took me in to a jail made of tin
made me change into stripes
jailer jim with the tattoo tan
said i was staying for the night

figured morning would come and we'd get this done
might as well get some sleep
gave me a blanket and pad, i was kinda mad
cause i had wet socks on my feet

found a spot on the wooden cot
laid flat, closed my eyes, and breathed
started to doze when the jailer rose
he had my clothes and the key

got busted out by my long-loved spouse
when she woke the county clerk
processing error caused this terror
"wait 'til morning" ain't gonna work

driving west again to see my friends
to fish, to sing, to rest
i'll get there by six cause all this got fixed
God's Will put to the test

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Quakes Like That

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wish of dreams like that
the kind that make you write
the kind that make you sweat
the kind that make you hurt

wish of quakes like that
the kind that rumble
the kind that shake
the kind that lasts for seven full minutes

wish of sounds like that
the kind that breath with you
the kind that live in you
the kind that comes from you

wish of skin like that
the kind that is smooth
the kind that is wet
the kind with nerves

wish of love like that
the kind that gives
the kind that saves
the kind that last for seven full minutes






Novocaine

.thank god for novocaine.
.love the way it tricks my brain.
.takes away all the pain.
.thank god for novocaine.

.soldier went down in Gettysburg.
.leg was lost and prayers were heard.
.a shot of whiskey dulled the pain.
.conditions that day were inhumane.

.thank god for novocaine.
.love the way it tricks my brain.
.takes away all the pain.
.thank god for novocaine.

.some days I know I'm dying slow.
.some days I swear I just don't know.
.faith and love is all that remains.
.passed out before going down in flames.

.thank god for novocaine.
.love the way it tricks my brain.
.takes away all the pain.
.thank god for novocaine.


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In this jar

.in this jar.
.i'm in this jar.
.come take me home lord.
.come take my heart.


.had my one love.
.my one true love.
.completely happy.
.we were in love.


.but I'm in this jar.
.in this dang jar.
.no way outta here.
.come take my heart.


.my light is dimming.
.but it's glowing still.
.see them coming.
.my lifelong friends.


.they worked all day.
.they gave me air.
.now I'm with my true love.
.once again.


.i was in a jar.
.dying in a jar.
.now I'm still living.
.thanks to my friends.

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Hooke street blues

.kings highway up in st Lou.
.cat told stories bout everyone he knew.
.did her wrong and then she flew.
.left him in the city with the Hooke Street Blues.

.did everything he could to make a buck.
.never had much but always had enough.
.tried for years to regain their trust.
.passed the bottle then passed the cup.

.heard on the radio read it in the news.
.brothers are back and they shined their shoes.
.they seen the days they paid the dues.
.left in the city with the Hooke Street Blues.

.smoking allowed in the basement room.
.funkadelic sounds gonna cure the gloom.
.bark at the dogs and howl to the moon.
.ladies start dancing at half past noon.

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Together To Forever

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she walks the fine line, she still my sweetie pie.
days go, they're left by the road.
she needs some tissues for her issues.
dry the tears, nobody needs to know.

ain't it hard to hear, truth hurts my dear.
some different love we knew long ago.
meant what i said to you, not looking for something new.
this life we made, this life we know.

cg
and we made it right, together we took flight, we made to this very night.
when i look at you, my dreams have all come true, your green eyes are full of light.
dcg
we'll make it together to forever, we'll make it alright.

every night i sleep with you, never failed to keep me true.
a woman in the way that you move.
your glowing skin, keeps pulling me in.
woman you finding your groove.

wanna yell wanna shout, honey i got no doubt.
you're the one i'll never lose.
don't ever think we're on the brink.
sometimes i just get the blues.






Sink the boats.

Gc
Can't help but think about, can't help but think about tomorrow.
She whispered in my ear, honey let's get outta here, come follow.
Told her baby I ain't down, as good as it sounds, I'm going home.

Lord I just wanna think about, just wanna think about forever.
Live in love all day long, fill the nights with lover songs, come here come here.
Sink the boats and clip the wings, dogs don't growl birds don't sing, my dear my dear.

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Take it down my love ....take it down.
Lay it down my love.....lay it down.


Take the time to talk about, talk until we talk it out, listen here, listen here.
Wanna get your side too, wanna hear what I can do, please make it clear.
Thought I was found but I was lost, made my point at any cost, for no reason at all.

Twisting Iron

.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.
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Relevant Tennis

Positives are hard to find with a tie.  A 10-10 Saturday morning mahut result against Joe Vita was no different.  Up 8-5 after 13 games, he roared back to take 5 of the final 7 games, including the final two, and we walked off 10-10.  Tied 29-29 going in, we finish the day 39-39, on our way to 70.  The Isner Scoring Method produces long term competetive tennis conditions.  There are numerous battles in the eventually war.  The next 3 or 4 mahuts with The Lion Duke will be interesting.  Our previous, and first, Isner match went to Joe, 59-70, and, of course, I've never beaten him in a match using vintage scoring either. The stakes are high.  This is relevant tennis.  Some positive developments, beyond the tied score, included the introduction of an elbow wrap.  Damn tennis elbow had afflicted me for the first time and the wrap helped tremendously.  Minimal progress on the development of a two handed backhand, but it still has never been used in official play.  Turning over the one hander is tough, I'm just slicing them back.  Still, I had Joe down.  My forehands were smooth and crisp, my serve kept him off balance.  Until game 19, when I faulted 4 straight times to begin the game finding myself at love-30.  I battled back a bit, but blew up a backhand and fell victim to a huge winner from Joe to lose that game.  From there, he served it out to earn the tie.  Damn!  Even as I write, a day later, it infuriates.  Had some really nice volleys and my back and feet seem like they are 10 years younger.  KOtC5 is only two months away and after seeing the tentative field, clearly my realistic focus has to be on the Earl.  The line up is strong.

There are current and former Kings, King The Todd and former King James, the only winners of the event, each winning the crown twice.  Other royals look to be returning as well--Frank Friday, The Lion Duke Joe Vita, current Prince Victor Coronado, and current Earl Vito Nguyen.  Current Duke and Tournament Administrator Keck, is playing despit mending torn ligaments in his left middle finger.  After some internet diagnosis and research, he purchased a splint and is taking a few weeks away from the game.  He will be ready.  Also, returning from a full year of college tennis, former Prince Dayton Hancock is back with his own royal succession plan.  Other former players include Justin Huffman, myself, and the rejuvenated Billy Vita.  Rejuvenated but still prone to suspect preparation.  He cancelled on Joe and I, which allowed our mahut, to drink with his Irish brother in laws.  Reports of an altercation at an Oklahoma border casino are still being investigated, but he should be available for KOtC.  His Kung Fu work has him looking good, but he shouldn't neglect the court time, Irish brother in laws or not.  The likely entries of newcomers Jeremy Stone, Erick Delafuente, Eli Yaremenko, the 6'8" a South African Jonathan Wraith, Nick Pena, and Chris Fess make this the finest collection of  players ever for King Of the Court.  The work of the Tournament Administrator and the support of Allen civic leader Justin Quest continues to enhance the event and propel tennis culture forward.  July 11 could be hot.  The soles of our shoes could be melting.  Jugs of water will be arranged.  New royals, or perhaps old.  After tournament activities set to go at Jorgs Cafe Vienna in downtown Plano.  Vito has what I want.  To be the common royal.  The Earl.  It can be won, but will be battled for.  There are no ties in KOtC.

After our tied mahut, when we were at our cars and about to continue our busy days, Joe presented me with a bottle of red wine.  A Texas red wine called Paul O.  2011 limited edition, only 2688 bottles produced.  A real cork and good year.  Joe, a trained and experienced wine expert who detest most texas wines, was very enthusiastic about this one.  Suggested getting a good pizza or some rich fish dish to go with it.  The thoughtfulness of a Duke.  In return, I sent Joe a tune from Men From Nantucket, my current musical collaboration, called Bull.  A modern GenX anthem.  Because tennis ain't no bullshit.  KOtC ain't no bullshit.  Isner Scoring Method ain't no bullshit.  Torn ligaments ain't no bullshit,  This Paul O wine ain't no bullshit.  The Earl ain't no bullshit.  And tennis elbow ain't no bullshit either.

Artistic Glass Mechanically Formed

the incredible stories of how it's made.
rust proof plastic chippers tested by cool girls.
spring loaded contraptions with a snug tight fit.
green lawn commercials promising 100 square feet.
tapping music and a knowing narrator.
artistic glass mechanically formed.
the only cutting material available is diamonds.
layers of sand designs ready for baking.
completely scratch resistant and heavy.
looping percussions and wiz bang noises.

Made Men And Women

..this circle of relevancy is shrinking.

..only traditions and obligations to keep it intact.

..only supernatural forces to keep it effective.

..only a few truths are even known.

..some, like ever expanding space, are largely ignored.

..the thought of the possibilities too much to take.

..others, like death, are obsessed over and fretted.

..when the minds get involved, nothing is pure.

..motivations of the selfish and greedy.

..the soul contains empathy and sympathetic instincts.

..true benevolence is never from the heart or mind.

..it comes from outside of us, taking over for a moment in time.

..directing the heart and mind against their will.

..genuine and authentic and true, we are only being used.
..there is nothing in return, nothing to gain.
..we cannot gain anything greater than what is already attained.
..we are made men and women.

Cain's Blues

..to know that billions of minds are active.
..scheming, lying, manipulating, justifying.
..not one pure thought in the bunch.
..free of satisfaction or pride.
..memories become exercises in selection.
..picking out the magnified parts.
..the theory of primacy applies.
..brilliance too, the creative instinct.
..made in the creator's image for sure.
..discovery is exponential.
..which leads us to now.
..communicating instantaneously.
..considering other minds constantly.
..what they think and what they know.
..the jealousy trait and Cain's blues.
..the heart must take over for now.
..chugaboom, chugaboom, chugaboom.
..amen.

Eggs And Volkswagens

again, the prime is not fully cooked.

low and slow makes it easy.

all the verse I ever heard.

the importance of what is said.

the authenticity of what is thought.

the standards are high.

perfect and blameless only.

worthiness is relative, so to speak.

as are most things.

the poverty line is moving.

guarantees are impossible.

anything could wreck it all.

not better, but bigger.

had the reach.

like Holmes.

with his eggs and Volkswagens.

this place is filled with light.

Toil Is Toil

.all the people running late for the plane..the roads are jammed..feeders too..thoughts and communications..the day is planned..backup systems are tested..one of many..the scrutiny is real..the cynic and the trusted..toil is toil..life is life.

The Texas Shade Is Clear

.overlooking the dock.,,.a mile away from the sisters.,,.together we spoke as one.,,.recalling the days.,,.understanding why everything happened.,,.to bring us here.,,.to this moment in time.,,.what we have attained.,,.through no work of our own.,,.attained by grace.,,.which means gift from god.,,.it was not expected.,,.still it is rejected by many.,,.allow the day to pass.,,.be of it.,,.forget it.,,wake up again.,,.knowledge is not new.,,.we are not smarter than past generations.,,.we've learned from them.,,.this time is ours.,,.each day it's own.,,.twisted metal connected by bolts and wires.,,.the texas shade is clear.,,.the drinker's glass.,,.some local folks.,,.rooftop vents.,,.the bicycle shop.,,.two stage setup.,,.swag camper.,,.inside and out.,,.everybody with the day off.,,.art everywhere.,,.music should fill this space.,,.talking songs and guitar echoes.,,.pink patio chairs.,,.and iron.

Chosen By The Voters

.you're the sweetest queen that I ever seen, make the world seem nice and clean, make people everywhere dance and sing, I know who you are.

.all afternoon you powder and puff, making millions of bucks but it ain't enough, make a video so they think you're a slut, I know who you are.

.the dice are loaded the decks are stacked, news always talking bout whites and blacks, fools always lying to distort the facts, I know who you are.

.gonna suffer the toll if you drive this way, discover something new every day, all you are now is a clump of clay, I know who you are.

.chosen by the voters to be frozen in time, with your outlaw boots and your country jive, acting like the suits kept spitting in your eye, I know who you are.

.in the evening I hear you breathing, when dreams light up and you're really sleeping, when the room is quiet and your heart's beating, I know who you are.

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Here's The Money

...the work comes first, right?
no, no, you've already been saved.
...but I wanna earn it.  it's just right.
here's the money.
...just pay me after, that's the way we do it.
take this cash now or never, whether you do the work or not.
...you're weird, hand it over.
i'll bring the whole crew lunch at noon.
...thanks mister.  can I ask you a question?
that's a question.  yes, anything.
...is this how you always do business?
always.

Turbulence

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The moon gonna be there when the time is right.
The moon gonna be there when the time is right.
The earth starts shaking, body's start aching, everybody wants what's already taken.
The moon gonna be there when the time is right.
The moon gonna be there when the time is right.

Turbulence when you about to land.
Turbulence when you about to land.
Cold cold sweats, not enough rest, don't think I'll ever get out of this mess.
Turbulence when you about to land.
Turbulence when you about to land.

Already made it to the western shore.
Already made it to the western shore.
Up on the beach, out of reach, drinking margaritas with nothing on my feet.
Already made it to the western shore.
Already made it to the western shore.

Here we will live in love and peace.
Here we will live in love and peace.
No more time, color blind, where every body gets along just fine.
Here we will live in love and peace.
Here we will live in love and peace.

Red Clay And Jack Sock

   Riding home with King The Todd, hearing of his philosophies on tennis and his thoughts on peace, I felt like the 2 day trip to attend the men's u.s. clay court championships in Houston was about a bit more than just tennis.  Discussions with Keck and the King about zoning laws, European developments, Nugrape, class distinctions, dress codes, the tsunami, seating charts, USTA appreciation day, court conditions, 6 cylinders, the father of Texas, Arabian mansions, warm up routines, shades, house cab, ACC Women's soccer, westheimer street, cans of Mexican beer, bulldogs, wedding expenditures, burned outs, real eggs, weather forecasts, walk a bouts, clay court colors, player incomes, courtesy cars, parking schemes, modern fabrics, apps, serve speeds, rare infections, Adidas, Santa Fe, riff raff, airport proximity, financial advisers,  Houston confusion, cantinas, garland, schlotzkys, motivations of religion, eternal life and ever expanding space.....

     The dark red clay courts at the River Oaks Country Club were in good condition when we arrived.  After initially finding ourselves at a poolside women's fashion show luncheon, we made our way over to the main court.  It was early, and play had not started.  The big draw board and a beer garden were under the huge live oaks outside the stadium.  The Club has hosted the event since 1991.  Past champions include American players Andre Agassi, Richey Reneberg, John Isner, and Andy Roddick.  Former President George H.W. Bush attends the event every year.  Right away it was evident the event was about much more than tennis for a large portion of the attendees.  The class separation was intentional.  I felt somehow elevated by the culture, like I belonged and was wanted.  Treated like a member, the run of the place.  Peaceful.  The players were just walking by.  Frenchman Jeremy Chardy was running laps prior to his epic 3 set match with South African Kevin Anderson and I was able to give applause and encouragement.  As King The Todd was napping in the grass under a shade tree, Tsunami Gabashvilli was stretching outside the players area after his greatest ever doubles win preparing for a singles match with the 6'9" Isner the same evening when Keck approached him.  "You go by the name Tsunami, right?", he asked as he congratulated him on the victory over the vaunted Bryan Brothers, six time winners of the event and bonafide legends.
     "Not anymore", he said in low European tones, "But I could use some tsunami against Isner tonight."  He would go on to win that match, wrapping up a lucrative day of professional tennis.  In money and points.  The defending champion Verdasco took him out in the singles Quarterfinals, but he would go on to win the doubles title with Ricardas Berankis.
 
     Perhaps the most noteworthy singles match we watched was our first, Jack Sock vs the #2 seed, Juan Bautista-Agut.  After warming up outside the stadium by tossing footballs around with his coach, Sock destroyed the vaunted clay court expert with massive serves and an incredible forehand.  Agut never had a chance.  Despite some sloppiness, it was clear Sock has the game for the top 10.  Hearing of the adversity he and his family had overcome the previous year cemented our admiration as we continually seek the next great American player.  Roddick was the last.  A favored American tennis son, especially after his 2002 u.s.. Open win exactly a year after 9/11.  Those bastards.  Since then, only a string of unfulfilled American potential as Federer, Nadal, Novak, and Murray took over.  Others, including Warwrinka, Berdych, Tsonga, and Ferrer were the persistent 2nd tier.  The 4th tier was where an American could be found.  James Blake, John Isner, Sam Querry, Steve Johnson, or Mardy Fish.  Gamers at points in the careers, but never a break through.  Only Isner's historic five set Wimbledon match against Mahut sticks out, and he lost in the next round.  Exhausted, but a legend. Now, the emerging wave includes Nikoshori, Dimitrov, Raonic, a couple of Australians, Anderson, and maybe, just maybe, American Jack Sock.  At last report he had reached the finals against Querry, which will be broadcast on the tennis channel this afternoon.  Tough time slot, up against the final round of the Masters.  It will be re run and I'll record it for sure.
   
     All this really inspires KOtC5 preparations.  Keck has already received inquiries, court logistics are coming together in partnership with Justin Quest, King The Todd's early summer schedule is known.  July 11 seems the likely tentative date.  My health is adequate.  Foot feels really fine since customized insoles were utilized.  Back cleared up too.  Only a recent elbow injury has me concerned, the victim of a huge Joe Vita forehand in a recent 9-11 mahut loss.  He hits a heavy shot.  Adoption of a two handed backhand and ice treatment should help.  It will not threaten my appearance in the tournament.  Tempted to compromise my goals and maneuver for the Earl crown, I continue to shoot for the Duke.  I see how Duke Keck is treated.  I saw how Duke Vita was beloved.  Leo, of course, held the Duke title at one point.  It is a realistic goal, especially since Keck is having his best tennis year ever and has his eyes on the Prince.  The Duke could be wide open this summer.  The field is shaping up.  Can former King James capture the crown and continue the pattern of trading the throne with King The Todd?  Will Frank Friday show up?  Billy Vita maybe?  The regulars will be there.  Sellers and his dog.  Keck has scouted the downtown Plano Austrian eatery, Jorgs, for post tournament festivities.  Rain is very unlikely.  J.d. Miles should return, but the USTA players can be unreliable.  They are buttered up with appreciation lunches and free bags.  As we walked quickly to King The Todd's car after the Friday early session rainout, his lifetime USTA membership served him well.  The folded bag kept him dry, while keck and I just absorbed the drops.  As we wound our way through the mansions, the ones that kings, and queens, and presidents live in, we felt the connection.  We knew we were supposed to see what we saw.  We knew we were supposed to be disappointed with the uncontrollable rain out.  We knew our patience would be tested in the crazy Houston traffic.  It was good to leave, to return to the northern part of Texas.  We will avoid sugar and further the peace movement.  We will cheer for Jack Sock.  Come on man, America needs you.

When That Morning Came

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My lord, he's gone.
Like he said.
My lord, he's gone.
Gone to forever.

I know the truth now.
Still hard to believe.
I know the truth now.
Died for me.

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When that morning came, nothing was the same, the truth was plain for all to see.

I miss my lord.
His stories and fables.
I miss my lord.
Just sitting at the table.

Got the good spirit.
Voice inside of me.
Got the good spirit.
Trying to let it lead.

When that morning came, nothing was the same, the truth was plain for all to see.

Factual Fact

These are motivations of the mind.  To develop and guide.  Not for the sake of vanity, but for pure reasons.  Engaged in the environment daily.  The culture changes slowly.  Speaking of years and decades and generations.  Some methods should be static and some should be changed continuously.  Certainly values should be fully developed after the age of reason is reached.  Which varies from person to person, but is generally considered about 20.  This is just some theory of some sort.  Nothing but other's thinking on the matter.  Maturity may never be reached.  Age is only on factor.  Experience, spirit, and circumstance are others.  Would be interesting to meet the most mature person in the world.  Wise and measured.  Turn all the cheeks.  No envy or grudges.  Thinks ahead, learns from the past.  Confident and humble.  Tremendous friend.  Fun.  Work ethic and balance.  This person walked the earth.  This person was betrayed.  This person was mocked.  This person was beaten.  This person was whipped and flogged.  This person chose to die for us.  He knew of paradise.  Completed faith.  Understands the weak, but is not weak.  But he destroyed the dark.  He brought light.  He rose baby!  Had to take care of some business, but he rose.  Factual fact.  And the ramifications of that fact.  The conclusions to draw, despite the unknown.  Sometimes we need to step back, sometimes we need to squint, but the picture can be seen, sure as shit, because of this fact.

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The Noise Is Constant

Blasphemy and offensive.
Inconceivable and unbelievable.
..The noise is constant.
Charges and accusations.
Desguised and camouflaged.
..The noise is constant.
Blabbering and spitting.
Muttering and mumbling.
..The noise is constant.
Cluttered and stacked.
Reckless and despondent.
..The noise is constant.
Holograms and virtuality.
Relativity and neutrality.
..The noise is constant.
Pleasant and peaceful.
Climbing and flying.
..The noise is constant.

Wild Colors And Jazz

The first cuts.  Motors powering through.
Machines win for now, but the plants just grow and grow.

Constant maintenance.  Til the heap pile.
Replaced by the thermal polymer, most modern plastics.

Indestructible and new.  To last forever.
Divide the deck, cut it twice like the New Mexicans.

The state of confusion.  Where the aliens land.
Craters dent the sand, the caverns go deeper and deeper down.

This planet is full of meat.  Trees just give and give.
Provisions all around, in the water in the bread in the wine.

Wild colors and jazz.  Driving in HiFi.
Noise fills the cabin, the street keeps the beat.

Mojo Man

Sky keeps squeezing out the rain.
A good soaking.
When the lakes get a chance to rise.
When the grass gets green.

This is a tilting machine.
Upside down and hanging on.
Ankles locked in place.
All the blood gets flowing like it should.

The biggest deal ever.
So many theives.
The dumbest always get blamed.
New ink and rails.

Cash out and hang loose.
Find the mojo man.
Let the music decide the truth.
Echoes and word.

Provoking peace.
Stare to the light and trust.
Aware of others.
Acceptance and the free riders.

Over A Century

...she could keep a good crust...
...under her breath she cussed...
...on her smile you could trust...

...over a century we were blessed...

...she could drive as fast as anyone...
...loved her husband and her sons...
...loved all the wives, every one...

...over a century we were blessed...

...God never made a star so bright...
...lived all her years, kept up the fight...
...memories kept me up almost all night...

...over a century we were blessed...

...one more thing to know about Ina...
...from rankin, texas to the edge of china...
...never lived many women much finer...

...over a century we were blessed...

Autumn Eyes

Blowing by at 95.
Through the empty spaces of Texas, slowing on the ridges.
Follow the signs.
The dollar store blues, took the loop too far.
They are the same.
Reaching to the clouds, stretching for the sun.
Those cold valley towns.
Long winter seasons, the light just don't get in.

Where the workers live.
Away from the t shirts, a few pints of beer.
Stories upon stories.
Sleeping on the ice, chasing robbers around.
The mayor was late.
Buy out the old timers, new days ahead.
Evolution.
Nothing sadder than holding on to the past.

You'll get it.
Like a bicycle, rely on muscle memory.
Gravity method.
Point em down the hill, trust the edges.
Hospitality.
Specialized for a century, ski the woods.
Autumn eyes.
Cling to the hills, stake your claim for awhile.

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The Manitou Springs Shakes: Deep Ellum Blues

The Manitou Springs Shakes: Deep Ellum Blues from paul gorman on Vimeo.

Solar Shows

These late nights are useless.
When you realize it's morning and consider activities to come.

The world will keep you up forever with its tease.
Hear this and see that.

An hour before dawn, when the darkness is busy.
The light!  The light!

Time will tell.
The sun will decide.

Solar shows and heat.
We have no control.

Big Snow

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.snowdrifts on the fences.
.whirling, whipping, and blowing.
.winds coming from the north.
.morning moonlight was glowing.

.effects of global warming.
.sleeting, icing, and freezing.
.complicated to explain, you see.
.seeing's not always believing.

blizzards. someone's always talking bout blizzards. someone's always talking bout snow. how it sticks to the roads. how it makes us cold. how we told you so. although its ten below. although the pipes all froze.

love the big snow, oh yeaaa, love the big snow.

.clear the highways and streets.
.bulldoze it over to the side.
.been snowing for days and days.
.boston's all buried in white.

.packing up for the western drive.
.slide down the mountain slopes.
.enjoy it all while it lasts.
.winter bout to come to a close.

Timeless Clouds

.we got nothing to worry about.
.nothing nothing to worry about.
.times are good and times are bad.
.some days happy some days sad.

.but we got nothing to worry about.
.nothing nothing to worry about.
.all the  blessings we've already had.
.know its over when our minds go mad.

.but we got nothing to worry about.
.nothing nothing to worry about.
.world keeps turning either way.
.another shot at another day.  Maybe.

.we got nothing to worry about.
.nothing nothing to worry about.
.time has its way right here and now.
.fly away through the timeless clouds.

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Well, Anyway

The night never stopped.
Well, anyway.
An aching man wonder boy rambler.
All the people he knew.
All the things that he's done.
Well, anyway.
Constructing guitar backs.
Standing was just too much.
Didn't give it much thought.
They weren't using it.
In fact, they were leaving.
Completely oblivious and uncaring.
Cartoon songs about little animals.
Well, anyway.
Muskrat Spider John Oklahoma Boy songs.
From Alabama.
That explains a lot.
Colorado living is easy and slow.
Wrong harp.
You are not in tune.
Well, anyway.

Radicals

.box of springs.
.the saddest sight ever.
.living in the future with regret.
.a ridiculous state.
.wasting days that haven't arrived.
.time makes us crazy.
.always has.
.the fading is intolerable.
.the what if blues.
.the shoulda.
.the coulda.
.the woulda.
.always a reason for complaints.
.your feedback is welcome.
.and appreciated.
.eating to stay alive.
.happy with a one course meal.
.happy is not the right word.
.grateful.
.relieved.
.another day to live.
.til the radicals show up.
.with scarves and machine guns.
.saying something bout some god.
.paradise of death.
.women as slaves.
.valentine massacre.
.completely vacant of love.

Weird

Weird is a weird, weird word.  Not only the odd e before the i, but it's strange sound too.  Say it five times fast.  Weird, weird, weird, weird, weird.  The forth d can hardly get out and the fifth almost faints to nothing.  Austin, Texas claims the description, which is weird in, and of, itself.  Keep Austin weird we read on shirts, home pages, and commercials.  Which is not weird.  That a city would have a slogan.  Unique by Nature has been all over McKinney water towers and trash cans for years.  And it is true.  'Keep' seems too nostalgic, like the good ole days rut. 'Keep Austin', but the city name is rarely part of the slogan.  This is weird.  The big apple.  Big D, right here inTexas.  L. A., the city of angels, but that's more of a translation.  'Keep Austin Weird'.  I am for it.  Yes.  Almost like a protest.  Like the weirdness is evaporating.  A reminder to act especially weird in Austin.  Which is completely lame.  But that is off topic, this is not about city slogans, or catch phrases, or translations.  Reading between the lines is fruitless.  The word itself.  Weird.  It's meaning, it's definition, it's synonyms.  It is called, proclaimed, labeled, applied, and evoked.  To describe something different, out of the ordinary, another beat on another drum.  Weirdly, the word can end a conversation quickly.  Weird.

Texico Days: Act I

Song #1:  Dented Landscape


The scene is J. T. Barnes' residence in remote West Texas in the weeks after Texas partnered with the Mexicans to defeat the cartels.  This was after Washington's apathy and inaction towards these brutal organizations became unacceptable to the Texans and after Texas declared their independence once again.  The matter was working it's way through the U.S. court system, but Texas was moving forward as a nation regardless.  Present are J.T.'s inner circle, L. Dean Fitzgerald, Elias T. Woods, Mitchell C. Parrish, Maggie Graham, and a three person Mexican contingent led by Mexican Embajador to Texas Fran Del Corona.  The house is built over a cliff and looks out over tremendous valley scenes.  Evidence of oil production, wind mills, and cattle ranching can be seen in the distance.  Most are seated around a large patio table, with J.T walking and pacing and Mitchell standing off to the side, out of the sun, leaning against a wall.  L. Dean emerges from the band after the opening number.  The other band members grab a beer and hang out in the back ground.  They are discussing the recent destruction of the Mexican cartels and what comes next ....

(The Mexican contingent arrives on the patio and the greeting is very jubilant. )

Fran:  Amigos!  And hermoso senorita, of course.  (looking over to the now-standing Maggie)  Please allow me to introduce my friends.  Ernesto Jimenez Ramos, the newly appointed Asistente Embajador to Texas, and Gabriela Baez Avina.  Guess you could say she represents Mexican business interests.  Gabby, that about cover it?

Gabby:    Ahh, yes Fran.  Let's just say, I'm trusted to make some important decisions on behalf of the entire Mexican business community.  Mostly, we want to express our gratitude for our partnership and look to the future with great optimism.  Our priorities seem aligned and a deepening partnership between our countries seems almost inevitable.

L. Dean:  (almost singing) We stand as Texicans, together all along.

Barnes:  Don't get ahead of ourselves L. Dean.

Fran:  (laughing)  El Dean Fitzgerald.  You got it all worked out don't you?

L. Dean:  It's all in the songs folks.  Great to see you Fran.  (a brotherly hug)

Gabby:  Lets make sure we're all singing the same tune.  Ahhh, the famous El Dean Fitzgerald.  Nice to meet you senor.

L Dean:  The pleasure is all mine ma'am.  Yall are just in time for a red Texas sunset.  You dressed for the occasion. (as he feels the red silk scarf draped over her head and around her neck).

Gabby:  Texans, so proud of their setting sun.  Like it never sets anywhere else.

L. Dean:  It's a bad habit, I know.

Gabby:  Pride can be forgiven.  Oh, it is beautiful.  (an extended, silent look to the setting sun by all)  Truth is, we admire your pride.  It is the central trait of true competitors.  And business is competition.

Fran:  Yes, without the Mexican businesses having to pay off the cartels, they'll have more money for expansion, research, and development.  This is where our interests start to either collide or come together.  The Americans have made their feelings known.  They are grateful the cartels are gone, but want to dictate to us.  They are obsessed with their own interests, and have no idea about what to do about you renegade Texans.

Barnes:  What a surprise.  There is nothing to do.  The do has done been done.  We did it.  The Americans never have a plan.  For anything.

L. Dean:  The Texico Plan.

Ernesto:  The Texico Plan?

Elias:  A new way forward.  Or an old way forward, rather.  Sam Houston's plan.  Hell, Santa Anna's plan too.  Texas and Mexico together at last.  In peace, not war.  For the benefit of the people who live in the nation, not for the benefit of the people running the nation.

Mitch:  The Americans have institutionalized bribery.  They call it lobbying and it's a respected profession in Washington D. C.  This for that.  Votes, money, government contracts, its all greased.

Elias:  The primary job of an elected official in America is to get re-elected.

Fran:  The grease doesn't stop within it's own boarders.

Gabby:  That is the truth and a primary reason the Mexican business community seeks new partners.  We don't want to have to pay off the cartels or the Americans.

L.  Dean:  The Texico Plan removes a large source of this American grease.  Legislators and legislative bodies.  This branch of government is a relic in democratic systems of the future.  Technology has removed the need for a representative approach.  The public legislates.  Directly.

Barnes:  L. Dean, save that for later.  Let's make our guests welcome.  Plenty of time to hear you and Elias out.  You know i like it, but the sun is down now, work is over.  Margaritas and Cervezas all around!  We got some steaks cooking and some wild hog too.

Maggie:  Wild hog?

Barnes:  You'll love it girl, a west Texas specialty.  Just the backstraps.  The rest is sausage.

L. Dean:  Kinda gamey really.  Unless you get a young one.

Barnes:  The marinade takes care of it.  These soaked all night.  We're smoking it low and slow.

Maggie:  We're having salad too, right?

Barnes:  And caviar, Miss Graham.  Wine too.

Gabby:  Gracias a Dios.

Barnes:  L. Dean, let's hear some music.  Someone hit the lights!  We are finally free.  Gone to Texas.  Gone to Mexico.  Gone to Texico!


A festive scene plays out.  The band reassembles and music begins playing...



Song #2:  Sugarcane




            

        

Splendor Of The Old

Reach out for the signs of life.  Reject death.  In no uncertain terms.  Don't need your blood, don't need your bones.  Where something is going on.  A light in the dreary world.  Living free and easy.  Assured future.  Which is no future at all, but constant and always.  Past, present, and future all at the same time.  Impossible to comprehend.  Days of songs.  Nights of rest.  And the reverse of that.  Days of rest.  Nights of songs.  This fear of something that might be.  Or what someone might think.  Or what will happen.  The glory of the young is their strength.  Gray hair is the splendor of the old.  20, 29 of Solomon's wisdom.  Ain't that the truth.  Strength of body and will.  The dead houses are dark.  Blues and grumbling all the time.  Envy and discontent.  Entitled to a life of style.  Blame God if you must.  Wouldn't be the first time.  He is used to it.  All the prayers, all the pleading, all the Hail Mary's even.  He invites even more.  Until we turn.  Knowing we will turn away in the end.  It is not rational.  Our God is not rational, or even practical it seems.  All we have to do is live and die.  The saving is covered.  Not many get to choose how to die, but our lives are up to us.  In many ways.

Escaped To The Water

stop it.
we are not here forever.
forever has its own place.
defined by unknown senses.

raise a glass.
the enjoyment of moderation.
escaped to the water,
floating and kicking.

love.
forgiveness is required.
the enemy is incapable.
has to work the angles.

as far.
as the east is from the west.
we are forgiven.
peace leads to peace.

blame.
only yourself.
daily decisions over time.
your own decisions.

control.
is the world's aim.
health and protection.
security is a god.

hearts.
open and clean.
the spirits place.
where souls and Word meet.

From Western Canada

only the players really know.
the set.
the parts are well defined.
maintain the bottom.
and the back beat.
constantly.
the muse up front.
accordion queen.
from south texas somewhere.
16 ounce lone star cans.
bootleg recordings.
sight lines required maneuvering.
the performance must be watched.
listening is not enough.
head full of fred.
tiff ginn or ginn tiff.
cannot remember.
the show plays on.
from western canada.
down as far as alabama.
throughout the south.
ohio.
vermont.
love and war.
blonde streaked bass lady.
telecaster lead.
4 string banjo.
songs of revival and forwardness.
delivered indignantly.
and smoothly.
everyone staked a claim.
everyone swayed.
and the deal was sealed.

Shovel Leg

Came down with a case of shovel leg.
Anyone whose ever used a shovel for a significant job knows.
Flower beds, walking paths, post holes, ditches, water mains.

Occupation of a younger man.
Shoveling.
Don't see many old diggers.

Like pulling a muscle while sneezing.
Or in the tossing and turning night.
We are failing creatures.
After the age of about 33.
That's the prime.

Son of Man never hit forty.
Son of God is ageless and timeless, of course.
Eternal and protected from decay or decline.

Ideas are endless.
They have always come one way or another.
Impulses must be channeled deliberately.
Without corruption.
Beyond inspiration.

Shoveling can lead to steady work.
For awhile anyway.
Shovel leg could turn into shovel back.
Wrecking your tennis game for good.

Warhols And Alphabets

walk through here again/  make the night stars glow/  leave a little for the rest/

a blessing before you leave/  obsessed with maniacal tasks/  over and over and over/

healthy in a certain kind of way/  early cold winds awake the morning/  call out and search for something/

inner demeanor a slanted track/  balance and equality impossible/  like societies and cultures/

never knowing what to be/  like mine with some pesto/  a light coating of taste/

don't throw it away by overuse/  moderation is a worthy pursuit/  dealer girls surveying the racks/

watters creek boutique afternoon/  warhols and alphabets/  bedazzled skulls are in evidently/

luxurious waiting room chairs/  the oil and vinegar store/  looping for a parking spot/

speaking her mind and heart/  the soul had been fed/  they are all women now/  

Sweet Charmed Life

.same story.
.self pity is useless.

.patience is easy.
.freeze the frame.

.kindness too.
.nonconfrontational.

.gentleness is a reflection.
.give what is given.

.no expectations.
.to pass through here again.

.sweet charmed life.
.health and blessings.

.scattered everywhere.
.shattered and worn in.

.separate joy.
.not dependent on others.

.love of hope.
.knowing the end is the beginning.

Guthrie, Texas

.saturday morning rewind.water is up.cool forty degrees.heater fans rumble quietly.noises of age.automatic routines.scattered around are bottles.koozies.remotes.used plates.lighters.jars.keys.music.provisions.

.the guns are put up.the hog killing is planned.saturday about dusk.the land near jayton.tumbleweed blind.they will pass by.snorting and squeling.digging dirt for roots.dirty animals.50 yards.be an easy shot.through the lungs is best.eventually they will fall.we'll take the backstrap and hammies.cannot wait.

.the earlier car drive was a song.the dan of steel.meddle.ezmarelda spaulding.she knows what men want.neil covers.woody guthrie songs by wilco and bragg.stopped into the 6666 ranch supply store.was running on fumes.next station was 30 miles.no one was around.the town of Guthrie, Texas was spotless.I was grateful for the gasoline.I went in and looked around.rows of neatly stacked goods.clothes even.boots and jeans.noticed large amounts if clamato juice and beans.mexican ranch hands live here.red beer is a staple.the loop built around the town years earlier added to its isolation.the ranch was a local operation.like a kingdom.the fact that the name of the place is 6666 ranch and the pitchfork ranch is down the road does cause a moment of consideration.but that is silly nonsense.it is absolutely God's creation.it is so peaceful.and everything we could ever need is there.except sunglasses.the lady at the store informed me.no people visible.but two dark glass suburbans prowled like an unofficial partrol.glad to be on my way as I passed by the tidy airstrip.where the New York queen flies in.

.miles away from the construction.civic improvement all around.orange barrels and arrow signs.the heart of denton is gutted.escaped through the hills of jack county.the beginning of the west.

Held For Ransom

Hope and glory.
It's all we got.
Read the story.
Find the plot.

Held for ransom.
Almost got shot.
Wasn't lonesome.
Never forgot.

Hope was at the beginning.
Hope be around in the end.
Hope will never ever follow.
Hope gonna be right here.

If ya want more faith.
Read the word.
Then the spirit.
Gonna do the work.

No reason to worry.
Or lie awake at night.
Don't be in a hurry.
Might miss some life.

Hope was at the beginning.
Hope be around in the end.
Hope will never ever follow.
Hope gonna be right here.




e.a.3.d7.e.a....d7.a.3.a.e.a.

The Happiest Kind

.happy gas of the happiest kind.
.thoughts like a wave ride.
.connecting eyes.
.only in the city.
.on the streets.
.walkers of all angles.
.destinations to come.
.frames of life.
.scenes.
.acts.
.a beauty.
.absolutely stop-the-camera memory.
.like perfection.
.we know the truth.
.done with and hypnotized.
.in a love trance.
.looking at each other.
.the clouds come and go.
.dry spells and gushers.
.we age in our sleep.
.wrinkles of the happiest kind.

Light The Dark

cg
.we wait, we wait, for the King to return.
d7d7
.and we smash the dark, and we smash the dark.

.too many have been lost.

.and we kick the dark, and we kick the dark.

.not in the name of my God.

.and we slice the dark, and we slice the dark.

.rise up, rise up, with the sword of truth.

.and we light the dark, and we light the dark.

lalalalalalalalalalalala.....

.we know, we know, the music will flow.

.and we feel the dark, and we feel the dark.

.had more good times than I probably should.

.and we love the dark, and we love the dark.

.wouldn't want be nowhere but right here.

.and we face the dark, and we face the dark.

.wanna make sure I make my point clear.

.we gonna light the dark, we gonna light the dark.

lalalalalalalalalalalala.....



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Drip Those Pipes

.parked outside in the frozen night.drip those pipes.call in the dogs.keep the stove going.survival is at stake!

Stairs Into The Clouds

.stairs into the clouds.
.avoiding ice and into the great unknown.
.not known or understood.
.rely on given faith.

.stairs into the clouds.
.layers and layers of wild turbulence.
.whirlwinds and funnels.
.it is very real.

each step its own and required.
every breath must be taken.
all the years lived.
or minutes or even seconds,
and the before birth life.
eternal works both ways.
beginning and end are the same.
one cancels the other out.

.stairs into the clouds.
.all kinds of constructed configurations.
.around and around.
.majestic and makeshift.

.stairs into the clouds.
.quickly through and into space.
.magnetic pulls and pushes.
.degrees and explosions.

Even The Dirt

fools, fools, fools.
praying for salvation that has already come.

for peace that is forever.
for themselves.

pretend, at least.

to have hope.
to see past the mirror.
to cling to something.
or anyone.

everything is not bad.
most everything is beautiful.
even the dirt.

Pick Pockets

to dallas!  pack up honey.  call the girls and let em know.  going to a show.  down on greenville.  bob schneider is the man.  rainy and windy and cold, but we'll be in the warm theater.  the granada got the clouds on the ceiling.  early arrivals get the good seats, make my way down for a few songs later in the set.  stand and sway.  the northface hoodie is perfect.  got a pocket on the inside.  dallas is full of pick pockets.  those old thieves.  pocketknife pat has a surprise.  wake her at night and see if i've been lying.  my wife got a pocketknife oh yeahh, yeah, yeah.  the other day she was walking in a parking lot.  a dude came up to her, said give me what you got.  my wife looked him the eyes, said you want my pocketknife?  this guy didn't know what to say.  it was clear to him, he picked the wrong woman today.  hey man, what you gonna do?  mess with me, i'm gonna cut you in two.  that man, he left the scene.  shaken up by what he'd seen.  my wife, she got a pocketknife, oh yeahhhhaaaahhhhyeah...