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Through The Parking Lot Of Silver Spangled Darkness
Yeah, so you want to see heaven and hell?
Do you think you can tell : which one is which?
Or
lickety-split
black and white darting fish
one eye open blinking nod
water flash ripple breast-beat
tap dance rat-a-tat
machine gun blasting cap powder snowfall silver arc flash tweet cold glass
clink.
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3. |
The Ticking Of The Earth
05:22
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The Ticking Of The Earth
They say we’ve arrived
But we don’t know where
It’s like déjà vu and hey
What are you worth?
They say have a look
You seem a bit shook
Well
I can hear the ticking of the earth
There’s something ticking in the ground
There’s something ticking in the ground
There's something tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock ticking in the ground
Well the polar caps are melting
And the glaciers moving back.
In my daydream crystal sunbeam
In my nightmare, nature’s cracked.
And the desert is blooming gunpowder
The seas are choked with oil.
In my daydream crystal sunbeam
In my nightmare, blood and soil.
There’s something ticking in the ground
There’s something ticking in the ground
There's something tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock ticking in the ground
They say we’ve arrived
But we don’t know when
It’s a horse apiece
And pit bulls from birth.
They say have a seat
You seem a bit beat
Well
I can hear the ticking of the earth
There’s something ticking in the ground
There’s something ticking in the ground
There's something tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock ticking in the ground
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4. |
Sugar Kane
06:13
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Sugar Kane
My Suga’ Kane,
She tastes so sweet.
She’s got that flavor boys,
It can’t be beat.
My Suga’ Kane,
She tastes so sticky sweet.
I’d like to kiss her all the way,
From her head on down to her feet.
Can’t find that candy,
In any corner candy store.
That type candy,
Makes you beg,
And plead for more.
Can’t find that candy,
In any corner candy store.
Yeah she's an all-American girl,
She's a ‘69 Hemi got four on the floor.
Blackstrap molasses and honey and sweet cream.
Hot fudge sundae, she looked about 18.
And when I saw her that first time.
All I could was lay back my head and scream:
“Hey slow down sister this ain’t no race,
C’mon and sprinkle that sugar all over the place.”
So I asked my baby,
“Does it feel all right?”
She said yeah Sugar,
“It’s feelin’ so nice.”
I asked my baby,
“Does it feel all right?”
We did it once, did it twice.
Yeah, we did it all night!
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5. |
Layin' Low
04:57
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Layin' Low
A Rastafarian viper,
He told me where to go
I was shootin’ dice down Kingston way
Layin’ low in Mon-ti-go
Drinkin’ rum out of co-co-nuts
Tryin’ to dance that voodoo out
If you wanna go to Mama’s Place
Take the path up to the right
If you wanna go to Mama’s Place
Take the path up to the right
See the Big Man on the hill
You know he’s gonna treat you nice
See the Big Man on the hill
You know he’s gonna treat you nice
A Rastafarian viper,
He’s told me who to know
I was playin’ cards down Freetown way
Layin’ low in Mon-ti-go
Drinkin’ rum out of coco-nuts
Tryin’ to dance that voodoo out
When I get on up to Mama’s Place
Gonna stir that big stew pot
When I get on up to Mama’s Place
Gonna stir that big stew pot
Tell the Big Man on the hill
A little voodoo makes the night feel hot
Tell the Big Man on the hill
A little voodoo makes the night feel hot
A little voodoo makes the night feel hot
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Drums
03:04
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7. |
Horseshoe Bend
03:52
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I warn you boys
When you get to Horseshoe Bend
You’d be wise to heed my advice:
Work hard each day, sleep light every night
Store your sugar and coffee in jars that are tight
Stock up that medicine chest with bandages white
Make sure your room has walls filled with sand.
But don’t you never take your six-shooters off
And always keep your rifle within easy reach.
Hear the click of the hail and the Mail Train rushing by
Know the only man on the plains is your reflection
Feel the blood in your veins and ease all your pains
I’ll sing you disappearing out into the gloaming
I warn you boys
When you get to Horseshoe Bend
You’d be wise to heed my advice:
Work in a section gang and never be late
Get a brace of four mules and haul some freight
Take your buck fifty every day, just tuck it away
Leave Silky and her sisters all alone.
Still don’t you never take your six-shooters off
And always keep your rifle within easy reach.
Hear the rails start to sing and the freight rolling by
See the caboose gently drop off the horizon
Set a candle in the night say your prayers it’ll be alright
I’ll sing you disappearing out into the gloaming
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Japanese House
for A. and V.
I.
I dreamed I lived in a Japanese house,
For a time of my life with a Chinese wife.
There were sliding doors of Fuji forest pine.
We would drink our tea as the crickets chimed.
I dreamed I sat in an old cane chair;
The morning sunlight seeping through slatted filigree.
It would wash over my feet warm summer rain,
And pool blue cloth covered rattan table.
At night, in my dream, I could hear the wind in the eaves
And the mountain breeze whisper under the floor,
Lightly, lightly coming up through the boards:
Scent of jasmine from the garden.
I cut a pipe from hardened bamboo joint.
Later,
watched smoke curl up to royal blue ceiling.
II.
I dreamed I carried rugs from Pakistan
And laid them in my Japanese house.
My wife would walk barefoot without a sound
To the tokonoma and read without blinking.
I dreamed I hung white linen on the walls;
It would ripple and wave in the breeze
Like the clean sheets on the line hung in the sun-filled yard.
And I would awaken to the sound of my wife whispering.
I stood naked in the middle of that house in my dream,
Arms outstretched and head laid back,
As the summer rain began to fall earth green and dank.
My wife wrapped herself around me from behind.
Her hands were warm and when I looked:
In her eyes,
I saw my son.
III.
I dreamed that rattan table laden with food,
And bottles of wine ruby red and purple glow.
An open wooden gate, dogs scramble to bark;
Sounds of motorcycles coming up the dark street.
I dreamed I saw my friends dance in my Japanese house,
Snap thier fingers and shake their hair and beards.
The whole house trampoline bounce
Shimmy about like to take off.
And when guitar played in my dream,
I would bang on the percussion pots,
The eaves hum pulse beat.
Reverb like a tuning fork in each plank of pine.
We would stand under the street lamp.
Oh,
we would laugh and dream.
STREETLAMPS
We would stand under the streetlamps,
And we would laugh and dream.
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9. |
Nevergone
03:03
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Nevergone
Oh what do I have to do now sister,
Another time around the wheel.
Oh where can I fly now mother,
Another time around the wheel.
The links in this chain still bind me tight
The night moves slow the night moves fast.
First watch has ended, the second just begun,
The night moves slow the night moves fast.
Weep silently with me child,
For I can find no peace.
The race is only half run now,
I can find no peace.
Step slowly with me sister,
For there is no place we can rest.
This hill climbs on for miles now,
There is no place we can rest.
I’ll carry you on my back brother,
My legs still remain strong.
On our fathers’ land we will lay us down,
My legs still remain strong.
We’ll bathe in the rivers we waded in when young,
And clover honey will we sip.
We’ll annoint our children with scented oil,
And clover honey will we sip.
Look into my eyes child:
What you see is nevergone.
The footprints we now leave behind:
What you see is nevergone.
The poetry we together create:
What you see is nevergone.
The light that shines at midnight’s break:
What you see is nevergone.
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The Court Jester
Insane:
Look like you?
Insane:
Do like they do?
Insane:
Say what they say?
Insane:
Play the games that they play?
Well, if we were just like them who exactly would we be?
I’ll sit here and drink my tea, don’t have to be anyone but me,
I don’t have to be anywhere but here, you don’t have to be but who you are,
Going to go far or near or not at all, up to the stall and have a ball.
Check it all out and twirl it around matching up heavy,
Pound for pound of muscle and might and do it all right,
With flowers of power and smoke that is waving,
Scenting and wafting, ranting and raving
From here until there, all points in between,
The black and the white, the king and the queen.
The court jester who danced by himself in a waltz at the Ball,
Who tore through the wall and into the hall,
To look at them all and fall down laughing,
Shaking and baking, ranting and raging
“It’s all a big game!” he said with a shout,
Play-acting and re-acting, can’t you figure it out?
And into the sky he rode with a smile,
To figure it out is going to take a long while.
Or maybe like a snap like a flash of light, awake in the dark with the end in sight,
Or down in a hole or up on a cloud,
Or yelling it out,
Louder than loud.
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11. |
Withinindra>Gary Snyder
09:56
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Withinindra
Within Indra’s net a thousand jewels reside of this we are sure
within the fold of silence a thousand jewels burst forth of this we are sure
within the lap of the lake a million fish frolic fancifully of this we are sure
within the cradle of music thousands dance out their sorrows and pray for peace of this
we are sure
within the next wave a flow will flow just as it flows now flow
within the apocalyptic resonance of this shout ten thousand sparkling daises will bloom
at the end of a gun and force their roots down through the barrel in order to make love to the trigger of this we are sure
within the blink of an eye 50,000 died were imprisoned and never returned of this we
are sure
within the climb it takes a roller coaster to crest the second to the largest rise at the
amusement park a thousand damselflies will take wing and spread light into the sun, foolish yes but of this we are sure
within the time a word is spoken or within the space it takes to pour a pot of tea
a roundness
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12. |
Garden
06:12
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Sometimes we hide
If you ask us where We go
It is likely we will tell you
In the summer it is garden of hope
It is a garden of blossoms
It is a garden of light
It is a garden of colors
Too many to see
It is a garden of mulberries
It is a garden of bare feet
It is a garden of opening
It is a garden of sunlight
It is a garden of concealing
It is a garden
There is no better word for it
This garden runs through the alleyways
It scatters the meadows
It grows in the gravel
And perfumes the air that we breathe
In the winter it is garden of frozen leaves
It is a garden of icy steps
It is a garden of slumber
It is a garden of snowfall
Too soft to believe
It is a garden of vines
It is a garden of leather shoes
It is a garden of increase
It is a garden of cold wind
It is a garden of decrease
It is a garden
There is no better word for it
See,
I have fashioned a ball out of
Words
And hung it from a trestle bridge
Over a valley.
It is true we are hungry,
It is true we are waiting,
Three stones wrapped in cotton.
Three seeds wrapped in burlap.
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Venice Gas House Trolley is the sound of a new creative generation that believes imagination is liberation. The band is jammy, jazzy, funky, and tribal with spoken word poetry and heavy grooves. VGHT's music is packed with psychedelic soundscapes and boundary exploring arrangements while still providing enough hooks and thick grooves to keep audience's heads bobbing and feet moving. ... more
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