17 thoughts on new songs
I. You
Waves
Prisons
Ignorance
Heartbreak
Regret
War
Delays
Man is free but is everywhere in chains
And when you're finally free, when all the stops have been removed
Still standing in your way --- is you
II. Old dogs and new tricks
The wrong lyrics
Abuse
Routines
The safety of a prison
What's more difficult to learn something new
Is to unlearn something old
Life is like a Hash House Harriers run...
It's not a race, it's a run
The course of the run is charted before it begins
There are many dead ends in the course to confuse the runners and only one path that leads to the finish line
All the runners, men and women, have to wear the same kind of costume, like a red dress or a toga, and load up on beer and wings before the run
The runners call out a series of commands during the run to direct each other
"Run On!" means "We're going the right way"
After several wrong turns down alley ways and sidestreets the pack finds the right path
The runners approach the finish line in small groups, there are no winners or losers or prizes given out
There's more beer and wings after the run
And the wisdom in knowing when it was time to "Run On!"
~http://www.gthhh.com/ Official HHH website~
IV. Come on, let's face it...
I admit...
Charity
a vacation
Indulgence
a donation
Everything I do
And I think the same goes for you too
Ultimately
Makes me feel good
V. Quote of the day
"It's as if we have an industrial-age presidency, catering to a pre-industrial ideological base, in a post-industrial era."----Thomas L. Friedman
'Bush Disarms Unilaterally', page A19, NYTimes,
VI. Officer friendly
Today I was flyering for my band on
The first officer asked what I was doing, where I lived, and why I was by myself.
I had to show identification.
Then I was written a $25 summons and told that if I didn't pay it in a month there would be a warrant out for my arrest.
I was told flyering is a quality of life issue comparable to urinating in the streets and public drunkenness.
The second officer was very nice.
On the way home I thought about legalism, the Luna Lounge, the state, sterility, the Whole Foods store and high rise that's ready to open on the Bowery, and the 16-year old
VII. Proverb
When in
You're either north
or south
of the Met Life building
VIII. Serendipity
coffee steam
honest words
paper gifts
a child's trust
subway proverb
fuerza
the L train
sound in my veins
today was
pure serendipity
I got a good look
IX. You came right in
like the 1/9
when the 2/3 passes by
lonely metal
glass
space
and time
keeps you passing by
X. Words of wisdom from my accountant
Don't let anyone steal your dream
There are two sides to everything
War will make any man crazy
Social Security started during the Great Depression to save us from Wall Street
Franklin Roosevelt saved capitalism
If you were drafted during Vietnam, you went through basic training the day after college graduation
In the army you'll find one of the greatest cross-sections of the minds, people from all walks of life
Of course there will be another draft
Some men just know life and death, life and death
Right to life, what life? Just so you can end up in one of their prisons or on their battlefields? They determine how you live and how you'll die
XI. On my way home
Started at 42nd
south towards Herald Square
the bells sounded at ten o'clock
arresting revolving doors
The April sunset
settled in my lungs
in my toes
the crunch of sand
in my Grand manmade Canyon
No cops
and at times, completely alone
with my eyes closed
down Broadway --- in New York City
There I walked
in the light of illuminated clocks
and the Empire's glow
towards the Flatiron's eternal fork in the road...
XII. Eviction
A man can survive the Holocaust
Emigrate to the
Run an honest business for forty years --- on the
And one day
Have his rent double
Overnight
XIII. Today
Today...
when I woke up
played my guitar
listened to Pearl Jam
went running in the rain
saw the dark clouds roll north and breathed in New York City
stood and watched the Hudson rise to the streets with last night's rain
I was thinking of you
XIV. Pick me
They're all up there
Making their bets
Doing their trades
Wagering, negotiating...about me
Sometimes they give
Sometimes they take
Never revealing their plan
Here at the table
As I count up what I've got and what I need
I'm humbled by their legacies
Out of respect, out of my debt
I remain a faithful player
In their game
XV. game day
What was once grass, mud, and sweat
is now
stage, breath, and sound
i love game day
XVI. Who's in prison? The prisoner or the guard?
A city on its way to work
Hurried footsteps pass
An enlightened mindful
Or a mindless moving mass?
With clocks to lock in time and space
And praise for working hard
Makes me wonder, who's in prison
The prisoner or the guard?
XVII. 1:24AM
The press of a button, a car ride away, a subway stop. I have access to everyone I love. Music on my radio, a guitar on my bed, the world on this screen at
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