Good Times
Good times
nothing to say
I've been through bad times
they fade away
crazy times
lost and found
this is the night time
things turn around
Try to remember
that was yesterday
Things change day by day by day
Ooh the next one might be the one to stay
after all is said and done
these are the Good Times
these are the Good Times
Cool down
You're burning down
make a phone call
walk around
patience please
spend the whole day
sometimes things
don't go your way
Try to remember
that was yesterday
Things change day by day by day
Ooh the next one might be the one to stay
after all is said and done
these are the Good Times
these are the Good Times
Good Times, etc.
Hollywood
Last time I saw you, you were rolling down the road
You moved to Hollywood to test your heart and soul
There must be movie stars who play their life away
They play in Hollywood while living in LA
Part of you is hurting and the other part is flirting with your new found ways
The city keeps your friends at bay
Then it says they’re here to stay, stay in Hollywood
Walk by the ocean, feel the water and the sky
Walk like a jewelry store with diamonds in your eyes
You must admit to me you know the rules to bend
You play your cards correct you’ll never lose again.
Part of you is hurting and the other part is flirting with your new found ways
The city keeps your friends at bay
Then it says they’re here to stay, stay in Hollywood
You live your life in Hollywood
You close your eyes in Hollywood
You live your lies in Hollywood
In Hollywood
Funky Evolution
In the middle of this life,
if life were just a day,
I am born in the early, early morning,
and
die at the stroke of midnight,
I feel like early afternoon
with an Indian wind
blowing in my eyes.
a sulfur chill is in the air.
My fingers play
on the rough edges of my
black jeans, my
perfect
little uniform
Summer is behind me
my head is nearly gone
memories of pealing bells
and staggering home at dawn.
Where am I going?
I am an express train,
smirking and saucy,
daring and stupid,
blinded by the snow
reckless as a shooting star
My fingers play on the rough edges of my
black jeans
there’s always hope,
so I keep on saying:
I’ve got something for you, you are gonna love
I've got something for you, you are gonna love
I come to a stairwell
leads to the basement
a cliff to jump off of
into the waters below,
I’ll make it to shore for sure
This is funky evolution
in the murky muddy deep,
things are crawling from the ocean, I’m just trying to get some sleep
like a shifty little reptile
My fingers play….etc.
Straight Lines
All lines curve now and then
Stretching out along the meridian
Sunflowers look straight and without end
Push them hard enough they will bend
Lying in bed, half-awake
And all my dreams seemed half-baked
Then I remember they are stories, not a cake
But, if you want to analyze them, please, give me a break
Feeling frazzled, in a state
A little woozy, could be something I ate
You drag a hook, I’ll take the bait
I would jump right in, not even hesitate
I always got a hi, with a smile and what’s up?
I run late even in my sleep, always playing catch up
So much stuff happening at once, it’s a major mash up
Can’t even find the time pick the trash up
I came into money, gave you a mink stole
Lost it all, now I’m on the dole
My life story is so full of holes
Join me and burrow in deep, be just like a mole
And when you’re down there with me in the dirt
You’ll find everything’s far from inert.
Always looking around, on high alert.
I have been this way from the moment of birth.
Absent My Mind
(Guidance for things that tend to go in circles)
If I put my mind to it
a propeller on a plane
can be a hand held fan
or a ceiling fan
radiating out like a sand dollar
a horse in repose, is wound tight
(the horse is on its side or upside down. I forget which)
ready to gallop in wide circles
with textile ripples that radiate and radiate out
like a rug violently shaken
you have to get past that tense calm
past the clear eyes
to the hooves pointed skyward
muscles twitching in every aspect of potential energy
all dressed up
everywhere to go
the horse radiating outward
ready to jump, gallop
into the goddamn sky
if necessary
such horrific strength
you would not believe
muscle memory
pure nature
step 1: radiate out
step 2: lift weight skyward
Like a young child, I want to try
So I move my arms in large circles
like a propeller, galloping
waves of fabric trampled below
waves of muscle and fabric and fan blades whirring and whooshing
and tensing and contracting and releasing and moving the clutter around.
Repeat and fade
Starting to Know
I’m starting to know how something can
get a hold of me, put me in a trance
not long ago, I had this dream
where I was falling
get ready to go, go grab your stuff
you’re coming with me, I’ve had enough.
we’re going away-ay
no one can find us
all kinds of swirling images remain
wish I could show you, they’re all across my brain
feel kind of sleepy but I’m pretty much the same
much the same
it’s starting to rain like when you cry
crawl under a bed or try to hide
try speaking words collect your thoughts
in a basket, under a rock
you gotta respond to all the pain
building up and down again
once in your life my dear, don’t be a fool
have some patience, keep your cool
Those days of summer finally take a bow
some crazy karma makes you wonder how
grass can survive, when darkness covers ground
while eagles, stardust, flow gently up above
where all the mountains majestically enthrall
standing beneath them you don’t feel so tall
rivers winding through the valley underneath
the wind is blowing, up your sleeve
no one around us, it’s only you and me
life isn’t over, but we can still rest here in peace