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The cherries that you bought at the super market
Were almost as sweet as the fleet way that you share a cigarette
In smoky whispers that decay regret
O and never will I never will I cry
From this moment on
There is only a glad song
Deep within my breast
I’ll stay high at last without a feast or fast
Ah, the memory so neatly tied so tidy
Ever in my brain
Balm for every pain
O Francis
Let loose your chances
let’s have wild dances
Out there in the rain
Yes I am again
I am again
For I have nothing more to gain
Tender is the moonlight dappling the morning
As it fades to sunlight
I look at stars which twinly are more bright
O my chief delight
O Francis
let loose your chances
Lets have wild dances
Lift another cup
For there is no faith but up
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Poem Song –
I’m the paleolithic hunter
Imagination of the sun
And I run
And I run
And I run through the air and the ether and the atmosphere
The flame you become
Tells I am near
Lonesome is a fantasy
Presence is reality
I’m the skipper of duality
The captain of each sacred Sea
Ia Ia I a RA
Ia Ia I a RA
Ia Ia I a Ra
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When all the Skip Barbers were gone
There remained just one sad song
When all the Skip Barbers were gone
There was just one ring a ringing song
And it sang and it said
We never remember to fly
We’ll never remember to fly
We’ll always forget
Well ever forget
Every reason Why
When all the Skip Barbers were gone
There was just one ringing old song
It said goodbye
we’ll never remember to fly
or how
o Woah
so i say so i said
whats the difference between living and dead
eh
whats the difference between living and dead
these are the thoughts that a rang in my head
when all the Skip Barbers were gone
as one we all cried
as sad ringing song
all the day long
o how will we remember why
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Ergonomic
Economic
Very frugal my legerdemain
It’s a magic
That is clicking
Constant warmup
…clock is ticking…
You
Won’t catch up
It’s
The brain
Gotta balance some elixir esoteric as the East
So you pop and so you stumble in the service of the Beast
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I take my time deciding
So learn to love eternal wading
Till we are
Floating in the deep end
Sending our starlight far
Patience isn’t indecision
Hey there Frances
Don’t check my vision
Follow my feet there’s dances
You can only learn to listen
You can not learn to do
For everything you hear
It surely will do you
So don’t you over hasten
Don’t burden yourself with more
Because I’m right beside me
Moving cross the checkered floor
Lift the veil of starlight free
Yes free the sun
Let it know that it’s the shaded squares
That have all of the fun
And if she squints sincerely dares
She’ll soon know shades are luminous
Luminosity is shade
They never grow too numerous
Or are subject to relativist blade
For here same is not equivocation
So dearest
Let’s share in the elation
Of an autumns’ pint of rest
In any age, country or station
How I love your rosy breast
But remember I am patient
And so you must as well
For if you make me play the parent
My lips will have but naught to tell
Yes wade on out with into the deep end
But don’t depend
Upon the end
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Another Late Evening Jam…check out Nick Drake if you want to hear some fantastic music by someone who actually took the trouble to practice singing.
Don’t You Know the Ring? (Alternate Title)
Lyrics
The faintest spark
Within the dark
Would hold us fast
And pull us into harbour
A melody is our trusted port
This subtle home
Ancient report
Sound of the depths
Wiser…deeper than the sea
Here we sit and here we sing
A never ending ring
Bells that chime pulled by the rope
The faintest spark called Quasimodo
Oh don’t you know
Don’t say you don’t know
Quasimodo
The faintest spark
Within the dark
Would hold us fast
Pull us into the harbour
Into the harbour harbouring harbouring
A ring ring ring a ring a ring ring
O don’t you know the ring
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The result of a brief little jam session I was able to squeeze in last night.
I made it on the fly and just now wrote down the lyrics for those who prefer poems to songs.
DAW (i guess it’s a DAW) – Audacity (Effects – compression, equalization, reverb (or echo IDR) )
Instruments – Guitar, Violin, Vocals
Lyrics
All the puzzle pieces are such familiar places
I use them to make traces of my past
And that’s the path I walk on
In repetitious circles
I just go round and round and round
Sometimes I think that
That I have found
A line that is straight
But I’m still on the ground
I’m still going round
O Yea
Wait a little while with me
Wait a little while and see
The magic of a symmetry
Of 3 and 6 and 0 degree
Is the wine any less fine
Just because you’ve tasted it
Once more
Once more
So come on by and knock on
And knock on my old door
So come on by and let’s sit
Let’s sit on my floor
Let’s pourout all the whiskey
Pour it into dirty cups
Let’s pull out a bit of a bit of something
That we never ever ever grow weary of
All these starry thoughts
Of forever… and above…. and beyond…. and between….
In the light of the trees
And the evenings cool cool cool breeze
I am waiting waiting you are waiting waiting
Why are waiting
Why are we frustrating
When we could
Be turning round as the wheel
And to feel what is real
Is the motion of eternal
Again … again
Many of my poems start as little tunes I come up with to a simple chordy background.
On January 12th I dedicated my book The Sketch of Sam Monroe to Terrence McKenna. I had no idea that Dennis McKenna would be on the Joe Rogan Experience today. Which happens to be the day when I finish part one of the book a work spanning months and being some hundred pages in length.
I’ll continue to post on Tuesday and Thursday. The book is free to read on my website http://www.fractaljournal.com Hope you enjoy my barbaric little song (i felt like celebrating with a rough draft release) thanks so much for stopping by.
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I’m so terribly sober
Bone dry and miles from October
Baking in the southern air
Out here where the summers stare
One by one they are aligned
And their weapons are inclined
In morbid array
Pointing out the end of day
Day eh eh eh away o day
Where the waters no longer run
No prism is painted by the sun
I row – I row
I’m so terribly sober
Bone dry and miles from October
You sow
My sweet fictional tomorrow
You only beg and borrow
Time will show the circles full
As I row past
All Passing
Here there is no guessing
Where
I’m so terribly sober
Bone dry and miles from October
Well
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