Exponential Crowd

All the world knows.
The fake one too.
Constantly moving.
Always blue.

Crop your photos.
Wanna see your smile.
Show me your travels.
The mountain you climbed.

Digital connections.
Exponential crowd.
Maximum security.
Save it all to the cloud.

Tell me the weather.
Won't go outside.
Lemme know who calls me.
Before I pick up the line.

Make the words bigger.
Don't see that good.
My eyes are fried. you see.
It's understood.

Listen To Blondie

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in with the new.
out with the charm.
some like the city.
some like the farm.

give you roses.
give you kisses too.
buy you some dresses.
and matching shoes.

who woulda thought it.
look at us now.
still got some future.
til we're laid in the ground.

Christmas colors.
and a dried up tree.
the gifts all opened.
all the food's been eat.

birth of our savior.
on that night so clear.
buries our dirt.
every single year.

resolutions.
gonna change my tune.
gonna turn a new leaf.
gonna clean my rooms.

listen to blondie.
the rapture blues.
watch her shake it, shake it, shake it.
in her high heel boots.

Graphic Bob Schneider

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

December Sunburn

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.

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**co-write with Ross Campbell Crum.

From Anahauc To Copano Bay

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.
that squirrelly Santa Anna.
who Juan Seguin detested.
who burned Harrisburg to the ground.
cut the scoundrel loose to fight another day.
the Treaties of Velasco.
and the broken promises to come.

We're Saved

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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.

The Late Runner Blues

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.