Saturday, November 29, 2008

nicer

I wanted to
treat you
like one of the gang.

To treat you
nicer
than the others
would raise suspicions.
would call into question
would ruin my reputation

I like you
I respect you.

I can be nicer.

However,

You
asked
me to just act
normal.

I wish I could,
but you see,
This always was normal...
for me.
besides
I never was much of an actor.

08

cancelled

I got canceled.

my services no
longer needed,

but the show must go on, after all it was my fault.

Charles no longer in charge of our days and or our nights... pack your bags and hit the road jack kerouac, and don't you come back no more no more no more no more.hit the road jack and don't you come back no more.

It was my albatross, three ring circus white elephant orphan revival, claim to fame, my therapy and my friday night date and god- how i miss it.

There was heart ache and head ache, let down, hang up, shake ups and constant apologies i had to make for saying the wrong thing constantly, all the while being precieved and seen as this or that, judged and constantly trying to please everyone, and god- how i miss it.

then it was over.

There were no hard feelings, no hard feeling but the rest of them feelings were there...feeling running wild in the streets, on the loose and and refusen' to go back into hiding,those feelings fled, but no hard feelings...

They asked me to go.
and
now that I think of it.
they never invited me in the first place
I just sorta showed up.
and then(with a quickness)-
just sorta disappeared.-


it was fun.

all i have to show for it is the one time a really cute folk singer girl said that I was soo cool...
she thought i was cool.

08'

da lovely

She got mad
because
i laughed.

...and I don't blame her.

I laughed
because she asked me why i changed my
mind.

I laughed
because I thought it was funny.

I
changed
my mind
because
I wanted to see
her.

I showed up to see the lovely.

(well that and other reasons,
but mostly.)

I laughed
cuz I couldn't think of something else to say...

I showed up to see her,
but
didn't want it going to her head.
didn't want to make it strange,
didn't want to have to explain
didn't want
to answer the question.

but i don't blame her.

if she had just hadn't asked,
i'd still be
hearing the sound of one hand
clapping.
or
if i had answered honestly,
maybe would have had to have left anyway
for different reasons.
(either way)

I laughed
and i guess something got
lost in translation.

[if she just hadn't asked-
or had let it slide-
or even cared
what happend to me
on the next page-]
that my friend would have been...
lovely.


08'

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Pajaro

( b side)

It was a simple song
about
A bird
with string in its beak
to mend a broken
heart.

I didn't have
a broken heart
but I felt I did as
I read the words.

I haven't
been in
love for years-

real love,
the kind you wait for in life.
the kind you lose.

but
no one in a long time,
no one has kept me up at night
no one worth mentioning.

As
I was singing,
I had a broken
heart,
in love with love.

for a moment I had a heavy heart,
then it passed, like a bird off to heal
someone else.

in love with love
and now not even that.

08'

Thursday, November 13, 2008

hollywood n highland

it was obscene.

entire
streets
filled with
police cars
and
motorcycles.

a river
of black and white.

I have never seen soo many
cops ever...
the
helicopter in the air
making it surreal,
straight out of a movie

an army of cops
there to protect and serve,
so that
the gays
don't riot in street.

California
decided
to take rights
away,

claiming some sort of
victory,
with a straight face.

So
the people do
what they always do,
takin to the streets
stand up for
themselves
standing up
head
high
the way they should.

What
has been done
in California to it's people
is a crime,

it is a crime.
it is a crime!
it is a crime...
as
the army
of police
stand around waiting
and
arrest no one
for it...


08'

It couldn’t hurt

HE WON,

thank the lord above,

he has won.

a miracle or
fate
the world
sleeps better tonight.

You know...
On the news,
I saw
some Peruvian Shamans
doing some
spirtual ritual
in his favor,
and
a curse
for the man that opposed him.

Some say that he won
because
of skill
ability
and
conviction.

But,
all I'm saying is
having
Peruvian
Shanmans
on your side,
couldn't hurt

08'

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

A new song in America

a new song
has been sung in America

many voices
all in
harmony.

the voice
we hear
is our
own.

a new song after
so long.

We sing together,
a choir
of hope.

We sing,
We can
We can
Yes –
we can.


08'







Monday, November 10, 2008

open microphone

(for the dearly beloved Tia Chucha's Centro Cultural)


We are here.

We
are miles away from
HOLLYWOOD.

but we
are in the the middle of it.
we are
a
center.

here.
right here is a microphone
to
amplify
your latent convictions.
to amplify
your latent convictions.

to become universal truths.

We are
here
filling up the
silence
here
connecting
pulling
pushing
and
being.

we are
you.

like heavenly
bodies.

we have
a gravity

we attract.

we are
a million miles
from Hollywood.

here you are
not a
star,
but a
constellation.

Saturday, November 01, 2008

Pavement

she posted some
lyrics
on craigslist
cause we
were
bored.

people wrote
back.

they knew the song.

She made me
a painted
tile.

It broke but
I still have it.

she wrote shady lane on it.

She knew
somebodies relative,
who
knew the singer.

the relative was
from some remote
part of California.

I think it was his
sister.

The band broke up.
the good ones
almost always
do.

We bought
the first solo album,
but the second
one wasn't as
good.

We saw the other band
perform at Mod Lang.
It wasn't so
good.

It just wasn't the same.

i heard they might
play
a reunion gig.

you know,
to celebrate
20
years ago the 80's
ended.

maybe we'll go.

slanted and enchanted

08

Bailout Blues

(b side)

the fear of
economic collapse
was in
the air
like the moment before a storm.

anything could happen.

the rich could get even richer.
and the poor
could become
even poorer.

its been the same
thing for awhile now...
no one ever took to the streets
about it.

not the bakers, the florist,
the waiters,
doctors,
nurses,
teachers or plumbers.

no one will take to the streets...

it might be seen as being rude.

it might be confused with
some communist plot.

it might be confused with a
parade.

So they all wait,
to see what will happen.

anything could happen.

almost anything.

the rich will get richer
and the poor
will get poorer.

In the end we'll
show the Commies
our way was holy.

ANNUIT COEPTIS

We'll show them good

08'

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