Hillbilly Tabletop

Similar to the entry below, this one is the product of a night out with a folded piece of paper in my pocket.
I saw a 'psycho-billy' band from Jasper (The Grave Mistakes) at the mansion and then made my way elsewhere. When i got home, i grabbed my guitar and wrote a song. That song is also included here. Enjoy this random entry.

Psychobilly spottings in Jasper.
Keep the beats steamed,
lace the charcoal with frozen flames.
Share a moment on the dancefloor-
you wanna talk fondly of the past
so learn to relax
there are pyramids crumbling all the time
so dont get too bent out of shapre Frank.

Dear Laurie:
why did you have to kill the buzz?
why say life aint worth the fuss?
Who told you you were the gate-keeper to the 'legit circumstance'?
who whirled you in with occassional lucid flights of fantasy flood waves in your brain?
It's Wednesday night in Kingston,
so why can't it be the weekend?

YOur stage banter strove for more, mister murphy.
dont worry misses murphy, no one really noticed.
they were focused on the broken speakers.
the young man's sneakers leaked through most drowned out sounds.
i know the town hounds you, miss murphy-
i know they find you day and night without a right or reason -
no predictable season for the hunt.
I know miss murphy that being the brunt of projection's front
could never be desired or required in a life's juncture or plot
but you are all they've got

i heard a story about a man who took a picture every 5 seconds but he died before the film developed.

bass player's got a hate on for the sound guy.
these letters arrive out of nowhere
steampunk bandits
chesterfield shuffle
rocksteady infantry
shovel
dig it

writer's block
out for a smoke
stroker ace (ween)
unseen obstructions of diss-ease
through the window i have sacred inventions to proceed towards un tapped creed
tapa
tabla
raga speed
elapsed belief

And now the song...

When I'm on my way i see
scarecrows
                   Scapegoats trying to lure me astray
But it aint news to me to keep a sharp steady head
                            why would i want to be a robot instead?
I have a brain that thinks
and i can blink
                      neural network; infinite on the brink
sometimes you can find the ground and sink
    could be news to you you choose solace or a holy stink
There's a rapture,
                                  a grail grind of mind
Occurances of eppiphany find solstice in the vine
              Please combine a reciprocal place
Leave a trace if we are not together
we are displaced.

Ghetto Expression

When i go out i usually bring a folded piece of paper with me in my pocket in case i'm in the mood for some writing. This usually brings strange looks but i am very used to that. Whenever i go to the Toucan on Mondays and Ghetto Express (a local funk band) is playing, the words pour out due to the high level of funk jammin'. Last night, i had a piece of paper. I walked after work to the Toucan, then to the Brass, then home. Some inspiration came from Heineken, Moosehead, and Creemore (in reverse order). I am going to post all of the contents of the paper here. Some i cant read but i will try my best to preserve the order and content.
here it goes...

place it in the biscuit cowbell filter
sudden mojo reactions mesh,
 whereby the taste sweetens and themes brighten,
flourishing trends bend into focus, cascading overturning epiphanies in check and right on time.
i wrote a message in the sand with my finger like a turtle transforming the soft surface of sand, leaving only the breeze to wash away its trail

folding past raptures tied in fictional refuge
back up vocals in the blues jukebox crying solo
saxaphone rhumba
guitar calypso
look into the drummer's eyes
join constructive conversation
the bass shakes the ground even if you can't hear it
dont lose that last 2 dollars
purchase the electric organ

the nervous dance
 the disco stance
underground romance collectively entranced from within.
drop the harlequin drapes, supersitions rape souls

truth transcends; you dont need to justify it

i dont think they know what's at stake
yesterday's the day (and every other) before today

an empty page is intimidating

an outsider's what i shall be

bananas and blow

take it: write your biography and count me in
ken kesey said it's a movie

a drip of wind concealed as a flake

calypso catterpillars

bridge / chorus

...in response to a news clip...

new songs

here are some new songs that ive written recently.
I performed them at the midnight magic rodeo show on saturday. It was a great show, with a revolving door of poetry, class act and karli g., das beats, hit the pedestrian, and the responsables.

here are the songs. the first one i did alone, the second one i did with das beats backing me up. thanks!

Untitled

I’m going where the chilly winds blow

I don’t care if it snows

I’m heading out ‘cause I dream

And you know what I mean

Words form the wise

Don’t stay inside

Roam the country side

Relax your mind

There is still time

Climb the hillside glide

I may be outta my head

But it’s still being fed

By the streets that I stroll

And the people that know

They’re passin’ through

Right into you

Take the hilltop view

See from the top

Feel from the ground

Find what can’t be found

I might be misunderstood

But then I think that I should

We can’t adapt to a time

That’s filled with hatred and blind

Combine your eyes

Try not to buy

The life that gets you high

Go from within

We can all win

A prize we all supply

And we never knew when

This life would come to an end

But you can treat it like gold

To live a life that ‘aint sold

Do unto you

Let it be truth

Take time to renew

Let it pass through

maybe a few

craft righteous hullabaloo

Jim's Story

Jim woke up in outer space

Cosmic debris brushin’ by his face

The broken earth passed underneath in pieces

Jim was over-whelmed with teary sneezes

He floated in between the stars and moon

Knowing that hypoxia would take him out soon

He got taken by a lazer-beam

Two minutes later met the alien queen

I tell the story it may seem obscene

But I flew by on my space chariot machine

It was announced on the front page screen

The last earthling got to meet the alien queen

She shared a story of the universe

Little known fact, she said the earth was cursed

It took the brunt of a victimless crime

She said her life travels spanned conceivable time

Many hopes and fields of green,

Blue ocean whales at first so serene

But the hunt for the prize kept corroding the scene

Space octopuses now can’t be seen around here

I tell the story it may seem far-fetched

But Jim heard her words and his mind was stretched

They took to foreign lands light-years away

One planet spawned ostrich camels and had a five second day

Solar winds for aerolite kites

Celestial sandbanks warmed by green sunlight

Loss of gravity and loss of mind

Jim begged the queen to be left behind

I tell the story it may seem like fiction

But rebirth, she said is the oldest tradition

She gathered pieces and molded one more

Placed Jim in front of his old back door

She gave a warning, said it one last time

Jim’s to tell the people: drop the I, me, mine

So he tells the story and it may be too soon

But he yells it out with grandpa in the afternoon

people hear his words but they have no time

they reach into their pockets and throw him a dime

jim knows the queen watches from her cosmic thrown

watching the people approach the danger zone

a few more days and she’ll lose her desire

to save them from throwing themselves into the fire

I tell the storey it may seem rehearsed

But the alien queen said the earth is cursed

They tear into her, make a surplus fuss

Before it ends I hope jim gets a hold of one of us

here's a song ive been working on for a while. Thanks to Corey for helping out with the chords.

Sidewalk

Theres a party on the sidewalk

In the news today

There’s tommy at the bus stop

He said to say hey

I see people selling nothing

Others giving it for free

Selling souls by the dozen

People changin’ what they see

The sidewalk sale is over

People are chilling by their traps

Trippin on vitamins and

Socially acceptable snacks

There’s long tall Sally

Buying sneakers at the shop

She says people love her madly

And they don’t know wneh to stop

Little bobby’s at the drugstore

Scammin doctors by the hour

Yeah he always needs a bit more

He’s throwing pennies off the tower

Toss a nickle in the fountain

Make a wish for peggy sue

She’s driftin in her blind spot

She’s got a reckless point of view

Peggy sue, peggy sue

We never wanna lose you

Yes it’s true, yes it’s true

We’ve lost track of the time for you

The sidewalk sale is over

People are chilling by their traps

Trippin on vitamins and

Socially acceptable snacks

Tricky tracey’s off her rocker

She’s got some books on her shelf

She’s telling stories from the cellar

About her long lost wealth

And if you wanna sing with her

Well go ahead

You’re making up the rules

You’ll see her out all night

Amongst the beggars and fools

Mad Maggy’s on the corner

Spinning tricks for a hit

She knows her job’s gonna kill her

But she cant afford to quit

And if you wanna sing with her

Well go ahead

Perhaps she’ll sing along

You’ll see her out all night

Mixing her rights with her wrongs

Peggy sue, peggy sue

We never wanna lose you

Yes it’s true, yes it’s true

We’ve lost track of the time for you

Billy’s looking froa a free ride

He’s been anxious all his life

He lost some marbles on the inside

He’s got a make-believe wife

And if you wanna sing with him

Well go ahead

Perhaps he’ll sing along

You’ll see him out all night

He’s trying to finish this song

The sidewalk sale is over

People are chilling by their traps

Trippin on vitamins and

Socially acceptable snacks

Some Songs

Today is a good day for no particular reason. In fact, it should be a bad day considering im at work and im tired and broke etc. but for some reason that's how i am- content. Too many people complain.

Here are some songs.

I wrote this one a while ago. I like it. I'm hoping to make a video for it before the next Hallowe'en. I'd like to get a video camera and film some of the circus when it comes to town. I 'll update whether that happens or not.

Cursed Circus

Circus came to town yesterday

Tons o’ fun games but I wont play

A warewolf’s loose and on the prowl

Someone’s gone missing about ev’ry hour

The cursed circus took over my town

I saw a fire-breathing gnome and an evil clown

Freaky witch screaming from the forest at night

Vampires only need one clean bite

Think I’m gonnna stay in for a while

Joinin’ cursed circuses ‘aint my style

I saw an alligator man and fortune tellers who coerce

Don’t want poisoned lasagna or voodoo lady’s curse.

My dog got eaten by a giant frog

A wizard turned my sister into a log

All I can do is bar up the doors

Prep silver bullets, put garlic on the floor

The cursed circus took over my town

I saw a fire-breathing gnome and an evil clown

Freaky witch screaming from the forest at night

Vampires only need one clean bite

My dad keeps sayin’ he’s rousin up the town

Gonna take the evil circus down

Pitchforks and crosses, secret meetings underground

Planning a way past the grizzly wolfhounds

This may be the last letter I write

Dad says I’m too young but I’m ‘gonna fight

It seems to be the only option for me

Seems the only way for us people to be free

The cursed circus just took over my town

I saw a fire-breathing gnome and an evil clown

Freaky witch screaming from the forest at night

Vampires only need one clean bite

This is a new one i 'm still working on. It'll probably change but i got the chorus started last night which im happy about. Enjoy. It's a sort of folky sounding song...

Untitled Thus Far

Janie came down on the subway track
a hundred letters in her bag were stacked
Janie came down on the subway track
tossed her bag and headed on back

Billy won't you get going outta here
You're eyes are spears and laced with fear
Billy won't you get goin outta here
you rough my shirt and spill my beer

chorus: It's time to change the scene
actors, scripts, and the means,
myths are running out of steam
sacre rites seem obscene

Ted boy just keep talking like that
Let us know just where you're at
Ted boy just keep talking like that
spreading those words underneath that hat

Preacher won't you open your eyes to see
Preacher won't you set yourself free
Preacher won't you open you eyes to see
all the unlooked realities

It's time to change the scene
actors, scripts, and the means
myths are running out of steam
sacred rights seem obscene

Transcend the chains inside your head
Manifest chenge inside your head
transcend the chains inside your head
knowledgable people they can't be led

Janie came down on the subway track
a hundred letters in her bag were stacked
Janie came down on the subway track
tossed her bag and headed on back


I think im going to write something about songwriting on this blog soon because everyone writes songs differently and i think it'd be fun to talk about the process.

ONe more song for now...

this one is a sort of east coast pirate song. there's no music for it yet

A Drifter’s Life (For Me)

Lookin out from shore

We thought our lives a bore

So we sailed to sea

To find our fee

To the life that’d give us more

We sat down by the fire

Shapin’ plans we would conspire

But the shore line broke

And the pleasant folk

They rode out in a bellied choir:

its a drifters life for me

Give me rags an’ let me be

For a luxury’s game

Wins ya nothing but fame

And a sore head all the same

And the mother of tha land

She gave us barley from her hand

But the caves were chilly

For the folks unwilling

So we left and made new plans

Some treasure’s never found

Some treasure’s underground

Some treasure’s worth nothin’

To a greedy lil’ muffin

Who’s just lookin’ to be crown’d

its a drifters life for me

Give me rags an’ let me be

For a luxury’s game

Wins ya nothing but fame

And a sore head all the same

Today

Sandwich suggestion: avacado and tomato with some babaganouj (spelling) on toast.

Drink suggestion: watered down juice.

Song Suggestion: Sunday Morning by Velvet Underground

Cereal: Mix Life cereal with Raisin Bran

Mood suggestion: Happy Go Lucky- smile at strangers, talk to random people, hop over puddles, take the long way home.

People suggestion: Joseph Campbell, Aldous Huxley, Ken Kesey

Quote of the week: 'if you're too drunk to bake the hash you're too drunk to smoke it"


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