David Michael DeSloover

To the city streets

Revolutions in France
Give me your hands
And ill play this guitar
Hey Paris
Throw out your heart
And watch it skip
So far

Cause your love is a lesson

We soon will learn
And your love is the reason
For all the concern

But she was never really real

Not always knowing how to feel

Dancing madly behind windows

Dancing wild on tippy toes
Dancing crazy tapping beats
Now we’re marching in the streets

Clocks ticking into buckets

Rage flies all around
Perched in arched high heels
And teaching us of the ground

Knowing the reflection of the world

Sparkles in her eyes
Visions of India in Indiana
Now she’s telling lies

Only sitting by myself

Lost in bed
Lost in a dream
Constant thoughts
Constantly consuming me
And all I can hear
Are those words she said
Over and over and over no more

Dancing madly behind windows

Dancing wild on tippy toes
Dancing crazy tapping beats
Now where marching through the streets

Corking the passion

They threw some nets
Bottling it up
Trying to catch the rest

Memories of motions
Of moons
Memories of everything
Stored in our rooms

And since its no longer

Her warm hand in mine
Im lost in a bed
Lost in a dream
Constant thoughts
Constantly consuming me
And all I can hear
Are those words she said
Over and over and over
No more

Brief seconds of honey

Dropping from above
Brief seconds of warmth
With only the sky above

Clocks tick into buckets

Rage flies all around
Perched in arched high heels
And teaching us of the ground

Knowing the reflection of

The world sparkles in her eyes
Visions of India in Indiana
Now she’s starting to cry
Knowing the reflection of
The world sparkles in her eyes

Financing others in Fortunes

My fortune was spent on fifty year old albums

My fortune was spent on folk singer’s mansions

My fortune supplied a town with marijuana

My fortune went to tickets to Tijuana

My fortune is in the soot of ashtrays

My fortune is in dark sunglasses blocking rays

My fortune is in civil war style boots

My fortune is for corduroy and velvet suites

My inheritance went into houses for those without

My inheritance was in teaching others not to pout

My inheritance is one of humanity’s growth in acceptance

My inheritance is in the world’s unmade repentance

My inheritance is still in the dirt and the grass

My inheritance may overcome any striving task

My inheritance may stay up late contemplating jazz

My inheritance may be as wild as it says

My inheritance may wear a red star on a barrette

My inheritance may sing to his love in the rain

My inheritance may even serenade to a bubble bath

My inheritance may help others on their own paths

My inheritance will listen to others in their voice

My inheritance will be free in every choice

My inheritance should not use fear to intimidate

My inheritance may see yours and want to date

And if our joint inheritance may someday marry

We may toast to dessert with a bottle of sherry

Calling All Christians (9 songs)

Well they’ve drawn up their plans
To sterilize unwed mothers
Well they’ve drawn up their plans
To kill our future brothers
Could Jesus be born in this land
Nobody could be sure
But they call themselves the Christians
Watching people die
While nobody says a word

Trigger happy Texans

Brandishing their weapons
In the worlds face
Carpet bombing culture
They don’t even have a legal case
Could Jesus be born in this land
Nobody could be sure
But they call themselves the Christians
Then nobody said a word

Well she wanted to be a model

She only wanted more
She was even selling encyclopedias
From door to door
But she was killed
Only for the color of her skin
Could she have had Jesus
But they call themselves Christians
And nobody said a word

President said he’s the closest

Thing
Payne would say Break away
It’ll get worse before it stops
Did the President even talk to Jesus
Nobody could be sure
But he calls himself Christian
Then nobody said a word

Hallelujah and Hari Krishna Hi means life and cuts through strife

But if your gonna call yourself Christian be and fix the pain of every man’s life
What imagination some have had in construction

Does a plane fly, take off, or even leave a boarding gate?

Does a pilot even care if the flight arrives 10 hours late?
Will a ticket taker or flight attendant announcing on P.A.?
Without memory of a mechanic doing a system check?

Are new sights seen from a standing building?

Without memory of a welder securing a bolt,
Without being fashioned by a science; tested by stress
On scale models, designed by architects with respect,
Having made miniatures to last through the worst
Of whatever natural conditions have occurred?

Have laws been written and passed down through time

That we experience by each step rising toward the sky?
Went underground to admit to mistakes about refusals
Of admittance of why some feel their own pangs and shakes

Management may walk around as tyrants in their own right

And some may wonder why or how they came to believe
Their own self-derisive trite; for, they were not the ones
Who dug deep to pour foundations of concrete,
and were merely the ones who wanted all to admire
the shuffling of their gaudy feet as they prance down the street

Expecting those experienced in similar pursuits to stop in awe

While still listening to another’s mouth which gapped with pause
In seats waiting for all aspects of this world’s evil to dress and meet
Lives changed
altered events for what some only choose to make-believe as reality

This is why there is faith in tools which some solemnly choose

And hold only hope when having to deal with so many televised fools

2nd silicon dream

So pineapple orange juice then;

I haven’t the faintest idea; but ankles,
For some reason a thin strap dangling
Over that joint insights serenity

To realize the complications

Of a single finger moving
With a touch gentle enough
To pick a lock of a door
Which is doubly secured

Carpet Salesmen smile

Lay it down then stretch it out
Filthy working minds

Hardness catches daydreamers

Most off guard,
Like a dead bolt
Shocks most beyond enthusiasm
Thin strappy webs of turbulence
And guidance
In revoked appreciation
Concentrating with tools in hand
Ascribing to an uncarved philosophy
Art class wood block project
Placing a design on another only softer

Using steel to make a tree feel

Do Oak trees understand the sway
Of extended natural movements
As we take a break from watching
The cynical whores following repetitive armies
Faces contracting and falling to the floor
Concentrating with tools in hand
Now inconsistencies in democracy
Friend stopped from passing out
Anti-war fliers protest

Someone is in bed
To murder capitalistic freedom
Bunch of average Americans

Yearning for pillows stuffed with feathers

Which every day feel less like razor blades
Tiny cuts from Stanley knives
Is there a reason why people complain
Of the complexity of bra straps?
If they were as easy as buttons
We may have never gotten the internet
Where it comes from

Well they stand naked least twice a day

Spread their cheeks bout the same
But when we cash your checks for two weeks pay
Saw Clinton smiling like a honky on parade

Chorus

We don’t have any solar panels

Watched them print the money
We don’t have any wind mills
They spent the money
We don’t have any good rails
We don’t have the money

They got stacks of bills

Ten foot tall
Bumper sticker posted by reads
So close yet so far
It’s close enough for anyone to see

Tour guide says

Don’t touch the glass
Don’t guide says
Don’t touch the ceiling
Tour guide says
You’ll be removed
If I catch you kneeling

And it’s a printing press that’s all it is

Prisoners hauling sheets away
There are even tours for you to see
Them working on display

Chorus
But we don’t have any solar panels
Watched them print the money
We don’t have any wind mills
They spent the money
We don’t have any good rails
We don’t have the money

Fifty cents on the hour

Fifty cents every day
How long could you survive
Living on that pay

You can’t really buy a meal

Maybe somebody will trade
For a
loossssssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeey
But there’s not much it’ll buy
So I hope you ain’t really choosy

Chorus
But we don’t have any solar panels
Watched them print the money
We don’t have any wind mills
They spent the money
We don’t have any good rails
We don’t have the money

They say slavery wasn’t the reason

For fighting the civil war
Then why can you find slaves
Doing our dirty chores?

Well if it’s the cost of living

That keeps you for happiness
Well let’s just pursue
the concept
Of passing of sadness
To our presidential indifference
This town

This town has a klan

Guess who’s filling its ranks
Their molded cross
They’re not succinct
But they’re living your
Arrogance and instinct

They grew up as DC Stevenson’s

Grown ups as Children
Living in a corn field
In a useless time warp
With Never the thoughts
Of a civil rights movement
With Never the thoughts
Of a world needing improvement

They’re Living in places of colored warnings

Darker the shade McCain
Is that the graver your threat?
Now I think it’s half past time
That your insanity and
Your hatred met
Ladies have you met
Your former president
And their candidate

Chorus
They’re trying to march
In Bloomington
They aint gonna march
In Bloomington
No, they’ll never march
In Bloomington again

But it’s a college town

And if you really looked around
Thosa other intellectuals would have made themselves found
Cause they don’t pay attention to your signs
Sartre says too much homework on their minds
We make E Parentus Locus
They followed with imminent threats
It’s this closed off Communities
With only the future
They don’t know how to Protect

Chorus
Chorus
They’re trying to march
In Bloomington
They aint gonna march
In Bloomington
No, they’ll never march
In Bloomington again

Cause they’ve dawned those robes

And they’re saluting their stars and bars
They got their shotguns stored
Stroking em In their beat up cars
And when you put up a fight
You’ll turn up being a star

Chorus
Chorus
They’re trying to march
In Bloomington
They aint gonna march
In Bloomington
No, they’ll never march
In Bloomington again
Is it time?

Tanks and guns rained from the sky

The heavens stained with steel
Doing their best to support their lies
Even as they exposed this country’s spies
World wars fought behind closed doors
Busy workers remodeled underground death stores

Aggressive Presidents concealing information

In desks illuminated by the evening moon
Immortalizing memories of our heroes slain
On balconies and California afternoons
Chaos rains supreme in their CIA operations
While radicals hold to virtues in veins

Welfare lines resemble draft lotteries

War factories returning to business
It’s the production of death in efficiency
Silent fields filled with graves cannot contest
Loudly enough
To the horrors of war and lack of progress
Some people built minds building bombs
Should we just look away?

Pulled like a puppet

Imaginary strings toward tragic ways
Following orders doesn’t always
Only leave a bullet to blame
Sun has ended countless days
but
It’s the cost of life they think is not
Quite high enough to stop the crosshairs
Only hatred aims into the hearts
Of those only praying for peace

Appalling acts signed while never justify

The coups of kings baring only empathy
For the suppressed crying out in sheer misery
Gates of Eden only shine o so brightly
For those excepting of better destinies

(Chorus)
When you give up your voice
You make a better choice

To the city streets

I put on some pants

To play this guitar
I got out my case
To collect better change
now
Throw out your heart
And we’ll go far

Cause your love is a lesson

You never learned
And your love is the reason
For all the countrys’ concern

But she’s only real

Have you ever respected her right
To tell you how to feel

And you have never learned to teach

IF it is not her problems you fix
When it is her knowledge that you reach

Dancing madly behind windows

Dancing wild on tippy toes
Dancing crazy tapping beats
Be careful marching through the streets
It is only love she wants
But it is not always love she shares

Clocks ticking into buckets

Rage flies all around
Perched in arched high heels
And teaching us of the ground
Knowing the reflection of the world
Sparkle in her eyes
Visions of India in Indiana
Now she’s telling lies

Only sitting by myself

Lost in bed
Lost in a dream
Constant thoughts
Constantly consuming us
And all I can hear
Are those words she said
Over and over and over
Wheels turn

Dancing madly behind windows

Dancing wild on tippy toes

Dancing crazy tapping beats

As we’re walking through the streets

Corking the passion

They threw some nets
Bottling it up
Trying to catch the rest

Memories of motions
Of moons
Memories of everything
Stored in a room

And since its no longer

Her hand in mine
Im lost in a bed
Lost in a dream
Constant thoughts
Constantly consuming me
And all I can hear
Are those words she said
Over and over and over
They turn

Brief seconds of passion

Dropping from above
In all of Eternity never to practice love
Knowing more than a morning dove
Not only the sky above
If it is people that we hope wont die

Clocks tick into buckets

Rage flies all around
Still Perched in arched high heels
And teaching us of the ground

Knowing the reflection

Of the world
Sparkles in her eyes
Visions of India in Indiana
Now she’s starting to cry
Knowing the reflection
Of her world
Sparkles in her eyes
Bad Advice Serving Intentions

Crouching struggling
Against a raging sky
I pace fast
Like anyone
Letting out a sigh

Chorus

Truly sorry
Good intentions
Some Spend their lives
On misdirection
Truly sorry
New inventions
Learning to keep
Only the best connections

May I have kind eyes

While picking scabs to pieces
Is it really an act of treason
Saw some explosions
Asking if there’s a reason

Everything began smelling

Of blasphemy
And im studying
Geography
Went to buy new maps
Stuck sidestepping wiretaps

Chorus
Truly sorry
Good intentions
Some Spend their lives
On misdirection
Truly sorry
New inventions
Learning to keep
Only the best connections

Tongues of false truths

Licking silk stitched lips
Have you ever felt a real soft kiss
Trying to change the other
Wandering in the mist?

Because pacifism is Betterment

And it happens to be a virtue
And hope o hope is the message
Wisdom takes time to mature
And hatred Should always bend
To love’s ultimate cure

Chorus
Truly sorry
Good intentions
Some Spend their lives
On misdirection
Truly sorry
New inventions
Learning to keep
Only the best connections

If asking for help we all may receive

And once received we all should all return
Cause that power structure in place
Is a gift for the masses to taste

Through the power of nature’s gold

Knowledge is shared and truths are told
If love is the mannar by which we’re paid
Then I hope this song makes some waves
Wanted to Want

Some love to want

I think they got it wrong
‘Cause they was picking sides
This isn’t long
Some things spins
I don’t lie

Cause lines of normalcy

Keep leading us
And lines of normalcy
Keep feeding us
So peacefully

Some Dealing in handshakes

Are they Businessmen or snakes?
Don’t wait for saints
Our simple mistake
Was just watching it break

Nose smells incense

Eyes blink in defense
Fear of ignorance
Fear of ignorance
Said it twice
Someone said it again
And that’s always alright

Cause you hear it

And you get it
Forward
To hear it back
Grinning with
Teamwork
Keeping us
On track

Love to want
You’ll get it wrong
If you was making sides
This wasn’t long
Some things spin
But please don’t lie

Wishing to dance

Have you ever wished to dance

Across the burning coals of soul
To look beneath the sea
Into the ocean of eyes
Flooding into the head
With the force of a storm
That may drown the whole world

We may fear to know

That as she touches
For her golden boughs
Some tumble from the heavens
Surrounded by a sadness
As we succumb to better essence
It leaves us reaching out in disbelief

Before she is free to sleep beneath the sea

She sometimes waits for the thousands
Of deaths to pass till her heart comes
To know
That it was not you
She was looking for
No, not you at all
Album 2 (10 songs so far)

The Appalachian Folklore of Bunions

American made

Lock stock and burning barrels

Liquid gold goes up in smoke
As the president only cracks a joke
It’s their supply and demand
Watching
Human caravans crossing boarders
To fill jobs as they patrol/(controlled) this land
USA to save the day
What’s a better American way?

They claimed to carry all the sweat

They claim they push all the oil
Pipelines divide their present
As their tensions boiled

Stockpiles of waste
Fill our natural space
Gotta go defend the hills
From another worthless missile base

Some fall in line after time

Just to close off their minds
They think a military might is just fine
Then opened their eyes
To watch things get much worst
With weapons drawn
Found conscience to be gone
Realized there is so much more
Than imitating a worthless pawn

FBI took Leonard away

Locked him in jail
Not sit back and watch
Lady justice
failed
Yet cigarette factories
Excel they like to be capitalistic
Well

Want to watch dirty bomb explode?

Shattering standard molds
They had star wars take flight
Against third world plight
As aids tried to conquer Africa
And the starving reach out
For a guiding light
Pictures in the papers kept out of sight
I wanted to watch the president shooting transient light

Then marketed fear for home use

Watched those demons smile with blind Eyes
Selling horrible dreams at full price
To those investing in their lies
And then just willing to roll the world as dice
As our college tuitions evaporate
Only to reappear on their corporate plates
They were indifferent in their own way
It was just their American way
Confronting a Lie

Got a funny feeling

Ignoring an itch
Too far in the brain
Something telling me
Like a cop
Circling in the rain

Could be paranoia
Heard it all before
But there’s too much
Knocking at the door

When Kicked out of the basement

Do you only find a weapon
Was the cellar door shut so tight
You didn’t think to stop a fight?

Did you become to only pass an inspection;

Without any meanings of compassion?
To be a human that far behind
To be soo nervous of poetic lines
Are you hoping for an act to fix
A Hateful and indulgent mix?

Emailing selfish ill-will

Extorting a personal emotional fill
Listening to a pop, whiz, or bang
In a uniformed subsidized gang

Living in a teenage wasteland

Abused by a government that taught
Only an aggressive premeditated response
To front with a hypocritical importance
You will never earn respect with a weapon
I like slinging at the Cyclopses
While swinging in the suburbs
Soldier grabbed an ass
And I might just kill a man
So he better always show class

Cause I’ve got a pink Dalmatian

I’ll trade for a broken heart
And I’ll pawn your purple ribbon
If you two are ready to part

Cause I want to know

Which way to go
Driving in my car
Cause I want to know
Which way to go
Looking at her stars
And I want to know
Which way to go
That only God shows

Copernicus and Galileo

Always made maps
With Compass Rose to help direct
To get her a special daisy
While others bugled taps

Cut them down in a spring breeze

When down on bended knee
Place them in a simple vase
To freshen up the darkest place

Everything that is told

In the deepest of wishing wells
Some hope just with pennies
Everything that is told
Smells like rotten fish heads

Cause ears still hear

A premeditated hate so great
Turning down her eyes
Only silencing Hitler’s cries
And nose still drips
Like a thunderous cliff
At that Rat’s murderous lies
How does one live
If they can’t read or write
How does one survive?
If they only learn to finance
Those who kill and fight

Down the road

Walking down the road

Hands by the side
Searching for myself
Or a friend
Traveling with defective purpose
Is living ambitiously in pretend
With only destruction to defend

Id stop into every bar

Drinking till the sun come up
And every time id reach the end
Id signal for another cup
Blaming it all on luck

Till I looked around and

Found myself
The weather Vane in the wind
Confused by the hypocrisy
Of the empire killing men
Cause the Constitution is buried
In the profiteer’s sin

Then he said god ain’t women

I said she isthe mother
Then we started living lives
Trapped inside bubbles
Bursting into zit zoos
That some will try to sell to you

It may feel as if Steel claws

Tear unnecessarily into soft flesh
As I sit here reminding myself
While crossing the endless ocean
In life the very dirtiest of the few
Try to make for another’s end

They’ll say never look back

And They don’t ever grow old
Cause the heat of the sun
Will melt some minds into
The earth leaving bodies
To wander for eternity

Friends will show how much they miss you

By how well they treat you when you’re around
Now how will the damned be found walking
Through streets of those with beautiful dreams
While the damned demand their satisfaction

Streets of lost and found

Streets of blessed blind
Some find mothers on the curb
Not even giving them a dime
What’s it like to be wet on the inside
When Rain’s coming in
and Can’t afford nowhere to hide

Cause some have towels hiding their faces

Blood drunk moons may turn from their veins
To help us fleas of glory only yearning
Searching for happiness while fishing for a heroine
Cut with anti-climaxing charm

It may be vanity who knows the secrets

Hedged in the flint sparks of genius
Freezing thoughts
while all the while
Watching the icicles pointing to shades
Reason hides behind brisk winds

Satisfaction now sits by reason

Their both screaming at discontent
Who is just looking for ambiguous
The decisions that kept emerging
Regarding outlines of bodies
Looking to feel

Walking down the road

Hands by the side
Searching for myself
Or a friend
Traveling with defective purpose
Is living ambitiously in pretend
With only destruction to defend
Dating Disasters

Trying to steal tea, milk, and honey

Going past the 38th parallel
Bringing all the missiles and shells
Trading them for all this county’s hemp smells

Escaping from a flag draped misery

Feeling philosophic mystical inquiry
Thoughts across the mind which sail
Swimming into shores of another’s
Personally planned debauchery

Wanting to learn what is their handle

A story in life that will be substantial
Claiming some saw laws broken
Guilt upon parental faces
Contained within childish places
Buildings with false cases
That those who lost dreams
Continue to make their bases

Am I too late
Is it an ended fate
Accidentally slept
Through a date

Knowing its not

Exactly early
Just wanted to say
I’d still be here
Wherever you be
Changing as allowed
Just thought I’d share
I knew you knew
What was best to do

Fireworks on some days

Help not to forget
Feelings we get
From other’s eyes
Dancing across
Our lonely minds

Our lonely minds

Simple sights we steal
Of only simple smiles

Like a pedestrian
Walking with a book
That I lent and can be kept
But not one more letter
Will be sent

Cause I showed a side

That shouldn’t even exist
And I want to be composed
With one who sees the smoke
Through the densest of trees
Who understands truth is something to be seen

For I could not reside by

The beauty of your thighs
If it is fear that you feel
When I’m by your side

And I’ll choose to believe

From ever increasing space
While watching daylight transition
Into an ever darkening place

That a bed is always better

When someone you know
To love reciprocally
Is safely by your side

Female Sounding boards

of opinions only smart enough
To respect puppies in the pound
Cause dogs are free to be
And that always makes me cry
Convictions of the single
While, still too soon to mingle
Don’t cross your fingers
And may you please be careful
If you become too resentful
While taking a formal side
And announcing where convictions
Should most assuredly lie

Whistling and smiling

Streetlights shining bright
As I pass by a deserted park
Before I start to lose the sight
When back in dark rooms
Lost promises lay next to me
Never wanted to be bridegroom

Wearing out romance

Like a pair of worn out shoes
Wearing out romance
Cause there’s still those blues
But those issues keep going
Kicked down the street
And maybe it was just the smell
Of two hard working feet
Not Safely Mothered

Uranium files holding the answer

To the country’s cancer
Eating away at the integrity
Of Those nations searching for
Falls new fashionable redcoats

Some built a nuclear arms race

I’ll call it a nuclear rat race
For every boy and girl
If it’s a stockpile here
There should be a stockpile there
Watching them selling those weapons
All over the world

Chorus

They say that’s alright

They say that’s ok
And they think we’re safer that way

But there’s a new dawn breaking

Beyond their mushroom clouds
And it’s not the first time to turn
From the sunrise
Cause too many Lies
Are making some babies cry

False heroes terrorized our schools

Bush piss tested his pupils for dissent
And society won’t bother tasting truth
Trapped in flavored condoms of our youth

Chorus
They say that’s alright
They say that’s ok
And they think we’re safer that way

Mirrors mimic that old politician

He is fearing our questions
But knowing no truths are written
On walls behind him

As his constitution weeps

For what he been done
The real failing words
Is when we impose legality’s
restriction

Chorus

They say that’s alright

They even say that’s ok
And they think we’re safer that way

All justification may be lost

For those still serving at such a cost
Is it a Spanish-American War?
Is that what we’re fighting for?
I want to know who’s winning
Watching all this country’s killing?

Corruption at every level

And every soldier deserves a medal
Hope some checks arrive on payday
Did you think you were above a caste
Like some sort of cop to the world
Because mother nature does not let that pass

Chorus

They say that’s alright

They even say that’s ok
And they think we’re safer that way

There is a monkey
In the Lincoln park zoo
Who to me has more of a clue
He through two fingers
On his right hand
Straight to the sky
Like he had a plan

While I watched thos

Creating a world
Where dolls rip off
Their own heads
The ultraviolence was among
To bored viewers smelling
Their sins coming from their fingers

Chorus

They say that’s alright

They even say that’s ok
And that they don’t have to change
Wishing to dance

Have you ever wished to dance

Across the burning coals of soul
To look beneath the sea
Into the ocean of eyes
Flooding into the head
With the force of a storm
That may drown the whole world

We may fear to know

That as she touches
For her golden boughs
Some tumble from the heavens
Surrounded by a sadness
As we succumb to better essence
It leaves us reaching out in disbelief

Before she is free to sleep beneath the sea

She sometimes waits for the thousands
Of deaths to pass till her heart comes
To know
That it was not you
She was looking for
No, not you at all
Cauliflower

Cauli Cauli flower

Cauli Cauli Flower

Is your color a picture

Of a perfect past?
Or is your color a reminder
Of a hope that lasts?

Cauli Cauli Flower

Cauli Cauli Flower

Soil is tested
And Soil is sweet
Soil is tested
Soil under feet

I don’t know if
It Grown up right
With roots in the ground
I don’t know if
It Grown up right
Without making a sound

And water water lines

Are they wet
Or do they flow
Are they wet
Or do you know

Cauli Cauli Flower

Cauli Cauli Flower
‘Cause Richard thought he knew
Just what
He wanted to do
But he just gave
Too few clues
Cause he don’t have
That much class
Chose instead
to lie
Out his ass

Dear Richard
Is it what it seems?
Dear Richard
You’re gonna make me scream
Cauli Cauli Flower
Cauli Cauli Flower

There could have been

Thousands of stories told
Thousands of stories told
That were not thousands
Of horrible centuries old
May we be
Sometimes changing but
Always being in the spring
Each and every season
Reactions to Revisionists

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To make false profit from calling me crazy

But words and ideas

Fill my lengthening days
Until I fall into bed
Hoping to be paid

Well im not a lawyer

But when the mayor
Was arrest for strangling
It caused a few questions
About those making decisions

Chorus
It’s a hard time mending
A mind
Sitting on a fence
And it’s a hard time
Mending a mind
Only relying on
Chance

Well im no doctor
But we’re crafting
Smaller boxes
Of existence
And negating
The ability to
Self diagnose
Some choose to pay
Only earning
Another’s prognosis
I guess I really
Just want a real smoke

Chorus
It’s a hard time mending
A mind
Sitting on a fence
And it’s a hard time
Mending a mind
Only relying on
Chance

And no journalist
But at what stage
During your roboticzation
Does the need to practice
Facial gestures override
Real research while
Remaining subject
To subjectiveness

Chorus
It’s a hard time mending
A mind
Sitting on a fence
And it’s a hard time
Mending a mind
Only relying on
Chance

I’m not a teacher but,

To what extent should
Naiveté be manipulated
In the attempts of hitting
Median bell curves for
Future state funding?

Chorus
It’s a hard time mending
A mind
Sitting on a fence
And it’s a hard time
Mending a mind
Only relying on
Chance

Well I’m not a priest

And don’t go to church
But I’m also not saying
That some of yous shouldn’t

Chorus

It’s a hard time mending a mind

Sitting on a fence
And it’s a hard time mending a mind
Only relying on chance
Wanting to Want

Some love to want

I think they got it wrong
‘Cause they was picking sides
This isn’t long
Some things spins
I don’t lie

Cause lines of normalcy

Keep leading us
And lines of normalcy
Keep feeding us
So peacefully

Some Dealing in handshakes

Are they Businessmen or snakes?
Don’t wait for saints
Our simple mistake
Was just watching it break

Nose smells incense

Eyes blink in defense
Fear of ignorance
Fear of ignorance
Said it twice
Some says it again
And it will all
Be alright
Got it forward
To hear it back
Grinning with
Teamwork
Keeping us
On track

Love to want
You’ll get it wrong
If you was making sides
This isn’t long
Some things spin
But please don’t lie
Then Elvis presented the rings and began the sermon

There’s a look in some people’s eyes

There’s a look as if searching for spies
There’s a look like everyone lies
For they are only told what it means to sacrifice

To generalize the institutionalization

While discovering fascists love confusion
Like a kitchen fire started by the mixing
Of matches and spent boiled grease
That never had the opportunity
Of distribution into the belly of a beast
Breathing recycled rampant fire

They think it means above and beyond

To places unknown and places unheard
They think they need to transgress
On another person’s happiness

this white-castle feels all too real

There’s a number one cash crop
That can be mixed with the soybean
To increase the height and density of production
Six hundred percent would be rational
Or so their similar seedpods seem capable

A poly-sci spectrum of dysfunctionality

A poly-sci spectrum of forcing monopoly
A poly-sci spectrum of shelling homes
A poly-sci spectrum of ignoring others tombs
What part of the institution
Fears the insinuation
In the poetic line of progress
What part of the
Constitution
Would prohibit legalized distribution?

Simple words said in turn

Simple lessons some have learned
For the strength of some to reach the point
That they forget the lessons that are reserved

(Chorus)
Pre-emption is not American it has never earned respect
Pre-emption is not American in terms of creating death
Pre-emption is not American it has never earned respect

(Verse)
Fucking for Virginity is Fighting for Peace
It all compromises our sanity and the calmness we reach
To not respect another for whom they choose to be
To not respect another simply sitting in their seat
Actions illegal need extended jail sentences
Actions illegal need be harshly and severely reprimanded
Situations change but lessons do not
Why do you speak to belittle
Just to compromise what you think you got

When one plant liquid mixes with another its beauty

But those in power get grumpy and moody
When discovering some bad faith self-medicating psychosis
While existing in a profession of self denial indifference
And the constant questioning of the other’s right
To be calmly humble; whatever, whenever, without question
Album 3 (11)

Liberator

May everything be calm

I know nothing is plain
But may everything be calm
That may have been the same

In the eye of the hurricane

There is no motion
In the eye of a storm
Swirling in the ocean

Random streaks
Across the sky
Sitting in fields
Watching clouds fly by

Chorus

Lampshades hiding moonshine

Getting drunk on cosmic wine
Too low to look down
Gotta watch where im falling
It’s hard to win this endless race
And easier to imagine an empty space

Lives of the lived

Together we spin
Not trapped In reverse
Together we’ll win

Poets started revolutions

Throwing some change
At corrupt institutions
Watched them rebound
With superstores

Selling CD’s with low cost

False Saviors

Censoring truth daily

They impose the fee
The lengthy bill
When questioning the free

Chorus

Lampshades hiding moonshine

Getting drunk on cosmic wine
Too low to look down
Gotta watch where im falling
It’s hard to win this endless race
And easier to imagine an empty space

Not to confuse
The wine cups spin
Surrounded by naked skin

Otherwise shrouded
In sin
And attempting
To unravel another’s ashamed
Disposition
Marred by Indecision

The beauty of music

Held within
The safety of words
But not without
The price of gold
Bailing everyone out

Chorus
Lampshades hiding moonshine
Getting drunk on cosmic wine
Too low to look down
Gotta watch where im falling
It’s hard to win this endless race
And easier to imagine an empty space

If this was too slow

And you can’t follow
Well then brother
Don’t even bother
Cause there’s a reason
For the changing of
The seasons
And that’s what its about
We Just don’t need their cannons
Bursting out
Why Plato Cracked under Pressure

Unintentionally Called philosophers unambiguous

And calling the highest forms of democracy
The root-shitted two word phrase the republic

Now we sit telling lies trapped in slant rhyme

Taking a trip back to unmodern times
We all may still see mothers
Just as sure as I still know
That there is a crazy form of love for her

As we sit around spinning lives

Trapped in slant rhyme
Bursting inside
By and by
While standing aside
As we subside
To eat humble pie
That some choose to throw
At the floor as they go

Not seeing hallucinations of snakes

Creating words in phrases like faith
While still watching others holocausting
With an attempt to murder her gentiles
Beer-goggled blind and not booing enough
When witnessing salutes to Satan

A hail-Mary and a shoeless bow

Before cooking a Lady dinner
And please do better than easy mak
Watched exposed fangs larger
Than past precedents acknowledge
And stranger than a sense of resentment
Some explain to the psychologists

Transience of encroachers of diseases

And air-borne bomber pilots of plagues
Sponsored by the news in clips and waves
An organization of man bites animal sound bytes
Encouraging shooting those bent passively to the ground

The softly guided gloved touch of anorexic art students

Who are led by light driven forces with handcuffs
Who know only how to lead by what makes them bucks
Who know only force to solve problems in premeditative clocks
Premonitions of survival in the faces of the non-inanimate objects

As we sit around spinning lives

Trapped in slant rhyme
Bursting inside
By and by
While standing aside
As we subside
To eat humble pie
That some choose to throw
At the floor as they go

A hail-Mary and a shoeless bow

Before cooking a Lady dinner
And please do better than easy mak
Watched exposed fangs larger
Than past precedents acknowledge
And stranger than a sense of resentment
Still explaining it to a psychologist
Killed on the Ides of March

May their always be

Detailed examples of
Hunters and the hunted
When murder or abuse takes Place
By boys choosing not to understand
Previously Planned games of leap frog

The spinning wheel or the cricket

The sport of the final kill
The blades are such a thrill
That’s indistinguishable
A knife in the back
May make you feel like Cesear

Blindly saw it coming

Verbally denied to hold
Hands in a sports car
Not always so obvious
Without thoughts of antithesis
No meeting in the middle
Finality had never been clearer
Nor pain any dearer

Saw her soon later

There is a Fourth please remember
May there be a kiss
Or must we always miss
The moments that comprise happiness

For another’s right to impose

Hate into their minds as weight
For inability to handle gravity
And wrongly trying to change fate

Saviors who chose no as their First

And who choose no attempts to destroy
In life not being directionally directed
Watching some gut-check a boss
Who doesn’t know when the mission’s lost

Anyway…
Saw her soon later
There is a Fourth please remember
May there be a kiss
Or must we always miss
The moments that comprise happiness

Gave her a long wet one

And then the suggestive pants
Stitched arrows on back pockets
Something about curves
And 60’s era corvettes
Got shot up like a rocket
Straight to the moon
Still ignoring the monkey
That made it farther than me

Anyway…

She looked back while

Walking away
Forcing a forced response
Coming in the form
Of a confused stare

But that’s why sunglasses

Are made so dark
Harder to watch the love
Dripping from the eyes
But that knife in my back
Sure would make
me feel like Cesar
When does it stop?
Got a funny feeling
Ignoring an itch
Too far in the brain
Something telling me
Like a cop following
In the rain

Could be paranoia
Heard it all before
But there’s too much
Knocking at the door

When Kicked out of the basement

Do you only find a weapon
Was the cellar door locked

Did you become to only pass an inspection

Without any meanings of compassion
To be a human that far behind
To be soo nervous of poetic lines
Are you hoping for an act to fix
A Hateful and indulgent mix?

Emailing selfish ill-will

Extorting a personal emotional fill
Listening to a pop, whiz, or bang
In a uniformed subsidized gang

Living in a teenage wasteland

Abused by society that taught
Only an aggressive premeditated response
To front with a hypocritical importance
You never earn respect with a gun

Slinging at the Cyclopses

While swinging in the suburbs
Soldier grabbed an ass
But I won’t just kill a man
It’s all just a matter of class

Cause I’ve got a pink Dalmatian

I’ll trade for a broken heart
And I’ll pawn your purple ribbon
If you two are ready to part

Cause I want to know

Which way to go
Staring at the stars
And I want to know
Which way to go
Driving in my car

Capernicuous and Nostradamus

Always made their own maps
Compus Rose or GPS
But I’ll get her a daisy
While their playing taps

Cut them down in a spring breeze

While I’m down on bended knee
I’ll place them in a simple vase
To freshen up the darkest place

Cause I want to wish

In the deepest wells
And I want to share
Everything that I tell

Cause my nose still drips

This hay fever
Turning down my eyes
My nose still drips
This hay fever
Only silencing cries

How does one live

If they can’t read or write
How does one survive
If they only learn to kill and fight

Getting so tired
Of trying and trying
Only waking up
To do it over again
Just like love’s promises
Faded while not lost

Learning to respect each other

Hoping the future requires
A whole lot less lost costs

Places where no one can hurt

Places to be loved
When will there be no decisions
Only between hammer and a gun
They held their tongues/ ( the problem with forgiveness
In absolutes)

They held their tongues

As the boxcars passed
Through the memory
Of a forgotten past

They slit their throats

As the boxcars passed
Through the memory
Of a forgotten past

And they didn’t say a word

As the boxcars passed
But then their was a reaction
And then it began to build
To see another sent off to die
To see the eyes of a child

Eyes too cold to cry

But then there was a mutiny

To fight male’s false reality
As actions began to build
Dissent from within the conquered
Dissent as being responsible

They bombed the bridges

As the tanks rolled
Trapped the troops
In the deepest of snow
Returning downed pilots back to bases
And manufacturing blank artillery

Writers hiding in houses holding hope

Internal and never to mention metaphysics
Unreality of non-existence being forced as basics
Power is never obtained by way of gun
Cause if your important enough to listen
And if your important enough to recognize
You will never even have to have one

Then Elvis presented the rings and began the sermon

You can usually tell by the look in their eyes
Just gotta get em over a few of life’s hurdles
Hopefully it’s just Santa and the Easter bunny
If they believe the words
Some never graduate
Only
Started the process of creating their delusions

Great Uncle Sal wrote a song about life

I believe it was…
“Gramma Got Run Over By a Reindeer”

It was just a statement about women

Cause Grandma goes around on holidays
Breaking bread and telling everyone to go to Hell
Just smart enough to recognize three things:
That first; there is a beauty in the harlequin of existence.
Second, that the world needs to be remade.
And Thirdly, and most importantly; because, those two things
Are absolutes; there always must be work done.

But there is no nobler title than widowed male

Pleading the 5th never sounds as pretentious
Except coming from executors of billion dollar ponsi schemes
But coming to put my faith back into the lord
Trusting Him always with all my legal matters
Lord being the king, hollowed be his name,
Thy Graceland come, they will be done, in
A hound dogs name

… Hunka Hunka burning

Blind lady justice…

He makes me trust my gut like a quick-

Shooting President, least that’s what
All foreign intelligence has told me

Bet he doesn’t trust the blondes either

Must scare him more than anything else
They do things in teams like secretive
Organizations being institutional and creepy
Making Brunettes take death pacts and sign
Blood oaths before they use the dye and
Transfer over to the other side in the realization
At becoming the destroyer of the world

Just making it known there is magic in this world

And no it is not Santa
Putting on a zebra shirt
And blowing a whistle to flip-flop
Their poly-sci spectrum of dysfunctionality
letter to Father/ Male team serial killers

I’ll hold the gun

I’ll hold the gun to ignorance
I’ll hold the gun to intolerance
I’ll hold the gun to hate
And make you realize a different fate

I’ll hold a gun to your rage

If you hold the gun to mine
And I’ll hold a gun to anyone
To every animal building a cage

I’ll shine a light on abuse

And I’ll shine a light on misuse
I’ll shine a light on rape
On anyone in any nation state

Something moving over on the right

Werewolf stalking during the night
Arrive at Granny’s for a dinner date
Only to see him creeping through the front gate
Only to watch through beveled glass windows
Hearing screams worst than the queen’s crows

Cries of mercy heard between blows

She let him in on a ballot and a vote
She saw him teach faith using books about goats
Cannonballs and razor sharp claws
Extended from murderous latex paws
To hide the evidence without a trace
Werewolves are taking over the place
They’ll say wasn’t any tapes and nobody kept notes
And say there wasn’t any DNA it went up in smoke

They’ll say this is my nighteey, and I kept the receipt

And that the facts prove this is really my name on title and deed

Must be some kinda coincide that I’m caught in the middle

Must be some sortta bet that they were trying to settle

Little Red Riding hood should have been a Private Eye

Granted all the rights of a secret international spy
With a two-way to safety that no-one could page
To send the marines, the army, and the navy
To call up a guard for poor dear granny

Because it would not take a million, ½ million, or fifty

Would only take one soldier because satellites are like jiffy
To stop abuse squarely dead in its tracks
But old werewolf used them instead broadcasting false facts

To stop abuse and please do not laugh

Your father should only say he used different math
Your mother did all the work regardless of what you see

To stop abuse dead in its tracks

And teach the law that the werewolf lacks

But those in power like to confuse the facts
They musta seen dad do something similar before
And musta never realized it was their job to settle his score

To become what’s best and send misery back to its maker

To accept the gifts exchanged and return what we take from her
Not for recognizing what is evil, but for making the turn
Not stopping to acknowledge, and allowing love’s churns
To only emerge far too late, in most men, our biggest mistake

Forgetting at all times the eyes of the world create

That those in the world choose to remember and relate
Acknowledging crimes that did unfold
Acknowledging what they were never even told
In every country and in every single state

To know not only the worthy go passing through the gate

To know not only the worthy may make it down an aisle
Is to know that temptation is a test in which there should be no smile
And only those that make these tests truly know what is best
Not by Job title, rank, class, or race
But by their daily actions they take while their dreams they chase

True beauty need not wear mask but may conceal when playful
For they may see us as having needn’t be last
And for that instant and out of simple reason
We may have passed
To practice, show, and teach compassion as worth
However the sorrow when it is not always felt first
To teach children well not always the same in habit
Not just anyone could remember such faults occur

I’ll hold the gun to ignorance

I’ll hold the gun to intolerance
I’ll hold the gun to hate
And make you realize a different fate
Nobody knows everybody’s goals
Nobody knows
Where the cold wind blows
Going down the tracks

Nobody knows where

The cold wind blows
Beating us on the back

We’re marching east

So they can see
We’re marching east
To set us free

Inside the beltway

We’ll make the south say
Sanctity for everyone
Starting with today

Going to change the cloth

That’s flown for far too long
Going to change the world
Starting with this song…….

Symbols of their evils

Suspended from ropes and poles
Mississippi and Alabama
We’re done paying our tolls
How can you make a child
Salute a confederate flag

Hopes and wishes never fade

As deferred dreams mount
Into the creation of a new day

It will be a high court decision

It’s one of humanities missions
To talk the words that we will hear
The end to all of aggressive fear
The future generations will say

It was too long

But we did grow strong
Watching the weakness
Of ignorance

It was too long

But we did grow strong
Coming to hear a repentance

We’ll march into Washington

Walking hand in hand
And we shall overcome
Power and rejoice we’ll stand
Free men once slaves to sand

Cause nobody knows where

The cold wind blows
Goin down the tracks

Cause nobody knows where

The cold wind blows
Beating us in the back
A string-theory of titles telling a story

Wards of Armageddon is not central

To the Toa of Pooh and unlike
The wisdom of Gandhi
And the Book of Blues
We ain’t all gonna die
By the way of the sword
Or is it just the art of war
Traveling through Heaven and Hell
The doors of perception
Stand like a house divided
Confining common sense
And the rights of man
Struggling in this republic

The bright lights and big city

Shine like the story of O
Globalizing this planet into ariels
With an aroma of a rose as I lay dying
Bound for Glory only wanting to play
Piano drunk till the fingers begin to bleed
A bit on a player piano as they bury my heart
At wounded knee and a sacred voice calls out
Live from death row

Getting licensed to go trout fishing in America

With the help of whiskey and robots debating
Why the cage bird sings like the woman who
Found her voice filled with the fear and loathing
Of the greatest generation holding onto at least
Nine stories about the seven stages of faith
While Itemizing Lolita’s right to despair over
Pushkin’s children who learned to buy stocks
From the women of the Old Testament

Collected poems and essays of America

Justifying eating the rich while corrupt
Politics repeated the Trojan Wars in 1984’s
Crucible of watership down’s da vince code
Embedded in the belly of Moby Dick 12,000
Leagues under the old man and the sea

Things fall apart in Charlotte’s Web

Which the tarantula made to capture
The crimes in the Great Gatsby’s mansion
Storming Uncle Tom’s cabin to make bases
From which Eisenhower shot from
To kill a mockingbird and debate ethics
Of plutonium files and the stranger

We went through the metamorphoses

To become one with the birches
A green pharmacy in Spoon River
Anthology which we fork and knife
Through as left-overs of outsiders
That kamikaze pilots and the rise
And fall of the third reich attempted repeats

In the sands of time the hourglass has

Been flipped by those compiled
In profiles and courage as they teach
The rules for radicals as they lay me down
To a naked lunch which we intake in
The matrix while watching Kafka on
The shore he’s not marching anymore
In the jurassic park of spiritual enlightenment
And understanding the limited amount
Of people wanted to be met in heaven

The master and the margarita

Crossed a bridge of evolution cause
I’m not sick I’m left handed and
Effectively one with Dharma’s Bums
Because the giving tree said spare no expense
In teaching love and war to those
Reciting the new psalms and already practicing
The Karma Sutra while planning to teach
Contraception to Catholics as the celibates
Preach how rubber is made into monetary
Success of stealing this book… knowledge
Is half the battle do it she’s MADD

Number of Alcoholic drinks a day is

Obviously not a drinking problem
Continuing passions and hobbies

Easing your stress by creating my anger

Sitting screaming at the evaluator
Moving the picsals across the screen
Televising the new mental disorders
Old hat tricks destroying the mortar
Of a government in bed with lies
New creations for the pharmaceuticals
And how the writers for the written
Continue to propagate the capitols
Shooting monkeys up to space
With disregard for the human race

Saw begging for money in the shadow

Destruction- did that paradigm
Become a capitalistic endeavor?
Pre-thought to divert money from flood victims
Into makeup for officials slothingly eating
Refusing to show emotion in struggle’s face
While bottled up for a sound byte followed;
Bottles lined their dorm rooms but that was…

Decades ago in a land of make believe

Which they obviously didn’t try to
outgrew long ago…

So daddy’s six year old could drive

To church on Sundays and purchase
Chicken noodle soup books for birthdays
And that country singer sure resembles Jesus
Deep voiced, hairy chest, cowboy hat, stud
Jeans so tight could be a marble statue

Complaining about the creation but still

It goes the same direction only resolved
Shitting while denying I have an ass
Answering question honestly shouldn’t be
A struggle if not pretending to be another

Lieing about John’s parts

To take flight around
A world within soft folds
Expecting greenbacks
Grinding on the fruit
Calcium still holed up
In the halos of jaw lines
Gnawing on peach pits

Easing your stress by creating my anger

Sitting screaming at the evaluator
Moving the picsals across the screen
Televising the new mental disorders
Old hat tricks destroying the mortar
Of a government in bed with lies
New creations for the pharmaceuticals
And how the writers for the written
Continue to propagate the capitols
Shooting monkeys up to space
With disregard for the human race

I saw love once in a photograph

It was garnished with basil
And accompanied by sterling
Silver wine goblet only then
The photographer flushed
The toilet and the water made
The shits go down the hole
Never had the same feeling again
Could never enter the same state the same

Lieing about John’s parts

To take flight around
A world within soft folds
Expecting greenbacks
Grinding on the fruit
Calcium still holed up
In the halos of jaw lines
Gnawing on peach pits

Drinking Song

Red Block
Blue Block
Just Rejections

Green Block
Gold Block
Now im startin
To get them

Started a fire
Built a farm
We just play
In the barn

Marshy Bogs
And Lincoln logs
Riding trains
Wearing clogs

Tipp the whiskey

Pour the ale
Haki Da
And away we sail
Drink it down
And away we go
It’s a drinking game
Just so you know

Hopping the rails

And chasing tails
Don’t just grab
It’s how to fail
Checks are coming
In the mail

Peppermint schnopps
And Apertiffs
Watch you’re wallet
Cause we’re all thieves

Tipp the whiskey

Pour the ale
Haki Da
And away we sail
Drink it Down
And Away we go
It’s a drinking game
Just so you know

Got no names
Got no teams
Drinking drinks
Is all it means

Sucking pennies
Throwing copper
Driving Drunk
Hey theres a copper

Cherries and Berries

Boys in Blue
Hitting the brakes
Now don’t be rude

Answering questions
Blowing in tubes
Answering questions
Now handcuffed and screwed

Doing it again cause

Im on the street
This time im just gonna
use my feet

Tipp the Whiskey

Pour the ale
Haki Da
And away we sail
It’s a drinking game
Just so you know

Got no names
Got no teams
Drinking drinks
Is all it means