Drifting Anchoress

An anchor in the Open Sky
a vow that even I could take!
Nothing happens way up high
whether anchors hold or break
Down here she fears that she will die
The sky is closed for Heaven's sake
Your Openness, a nightmare's lie
Hell, a lover on the make
Heaven, then, a promissory note
Her stormy soul, adrift and anchorless
wet and windy, is condemned to float
a fickle Father's drifting anchoress
But when she needs an anchor now
Lord of Sky and Earth! You are her Vow

Greatest Livin Poet

Hey babe don’t walk so fast I know you gotta job and you have to move along
Just meet my gaze for a minute as you pass
And put a dollar in my hat cuz I gotta song
I gotta song about Little Bo Peep
I gotta song about the other man’s wife
I gotta song about the company you keep
I gotta song about the first man’s knife
I gotta song about a fool and his lady
He’s down on his knees cuz he had too much wine
Put a dollar in my hat, baby I gotta song
I’m the greatest livin poet on this whole subway line
Daddy was a busker down by the bay
Mama played his organ when she could
He sang for the tourists sprayed silvery gray
Mama had other jobs in the neighborhood
Daddy made me spout a pome ever day
just to get a little bit o' wine
Mama bought a ukulele told me learn how to play
I’m the greatest livin poet on this whole subway line

I gotta song about a woman with a gun

I gotta song about a dangerous creep

I gotta song about your moment of fun

I gotta song about some little lost sheep I gotta song about a fool and his lady
He’s down on his knees cuz he had too much wine
Put a dollar in my hat, baby I gotta song
I’m the greatest livin poet on this whole subway line

When the first sun hits the skyscraper top

I'm stakin a claim on the station floor

Don’t get me wrong, babe you don’t have to stop

Put a dollar in my hat, babe I won’t ask for more

But after the commutes are over I’m free

How would you like to sip moonlit wine?

How would you like to see down on his knees

The greatest livin poet on this whole subway line?

I gotta song about a brand new day

I gotta song about the company you keep

I gotta song about a woman that way

I gotta song about her little found sheep

I gotta song about a fool and his lady

He’s down on his knees cuz he had too much wine

Put a dollar in my hat, baby I gotta song

I’m the greatest livin poet on this whole subway line

Lightning Shaft

I's half dead with a nasty cough

all the warnings I blew off
at the consequences scoffed
stumbling in chains

I's told I could go my way
breathe free on another day
like a child I could laugh and play
if I'd only feel the pain

He will hurl the lightning shaft
split the beam and sink the craft
all the slaves before and aft
sing freedom's sweet refrain

When I finally feel my pain

Sweet Sweet Water

Like Noah who lived full 600 year
Lightning in my brain thunder rolling
deep behind my ear
Lord, crank up the floodgates
let springs break down crazy
we will float here
sweet sweet water
water
Lord let it rain

When Noah did gather the animals in
feathers and scales and fur were not
any kind of sin
let your springs open crazy
we need to float here
safely within
sweet sweet water
water
Lord let it rain

When the dove don't return
from dry land what then?
When that rainbow says "children, I won't ever
ever ever do that again!"
bread for the family
cultivate wine
drink living water
sweet sweet water
water
Lord let it rain

This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele
She’s my best friend
Got a notion to give'er to you
when this song ends
I feel like a drifter
from a whole nother time
I sling the old lingo
I've gotta rhyme

This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

 
There's a sunset in Tulsa
when I was a kid
I swear I saw somethin behind it
but they keep that all hid
We moved out to LA
where the weather was fine
and the roads all had reasons
but I think in rhyme
This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

 
I did get the offer
yeah, they just called me up
they said it’s the Big Money, baby
doin I forget what
cuz I’m always late
but this Moon is on time
their directions were clear
but they didn't rhyme

This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

 
This Old Ukulele
She’s my best friend
Got a notion to give'er to you
when this song ends
the Wind is alive
the Word is on time
Her strings are dancers
and I'm gonna rhyme
This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

She’s my best friend
Got a notion to give'er to you
when this song ends
 
This Old Ukulele
This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele

Summa Etymologica

Lord, I need decluding

but I'm secluding what's included
Lord, I want including
but my occlusion gets recluded
Lord, exork from me this demonic crude rude cluding!
From what You're exuding please do not preclude me
till I'm with You in Heaven where You will forever ude me

LA Sunshine Barrels

Well the lovely mamacitas sang

and the hari hari krishnas rang

a lonesome bell up yonder on that day

I was just a stupid kid

God knows exactly what they did

when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

The secret men in the alphabets

were smoking name brand cigarettes

in the offices with views above the fray

below, the clueless dudes

were given brand new attitudes

when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

Rocket Johnny passed the night

in that double-barreled light

his right arm never made the final play

but his mental stream was rhymin

with trash cans made of diamonds

when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

The endless war was ended

the broken root was mended

I cannot say it was some other way 

sure it was a dream

but nothing was just as it seems

when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

Jesus, I'm a sinful man

I ain't doubtin you, man

it's just I got to play it as it lays

and it wasn't any jive

I saw the dead come alive

when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA