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Monthly Archives: January 2011

reflecting

mountains&fjords&trees&streams On the Mind

Dang – I need a rest – I’m tired to death
A kid with asthma – I’m outta breath
All ’cause yesterday I thought I was bored with the world
I wrote a list of tens of thousands of things
My wildest dreams – plundering for pearls and gold – more than I could hold
Diamonds the size that don’t fit on rings – cooler than ice cold
I wrecked it in seconds – even went for seconds – checked the list off – not to mention
I knocked it out in the first round like it was a set of ten – bowling pins
Tyson like Bo knows what I’m saying – can’t predict the ends
‘Cause today I got up too fast
like Radio so loud in the Head
dizziest I’ve ever been I got the bends
And tomorrow I’m sleeping in past
the calls like my phone is dead
ignoring those crows the rooster perched on the fence sends
When I wake I’ll put on my black framed lens
With the memories of the past – I’m moving on in present tense

the past is dust and the present is enough
the past is dust and the present is enough – for me…
c’est la vie.

When I woke I drew the blinds

I saw trees framing the sun and birds in the blue sky

Good morning

What today am I gonna find

If it’s nothing I’ll be fine

All I can say is I enjoyed the time

Goodbye to the Northstar

Never again am I waiting in that line

I’ve got my own Mars – I’m pointing to the direction

‘Cause when I look into Lake Louise

I want to like the reflection

(In San Francisco taking it all in)

i’m ready for the mountains

they bring so much life & joy to me

like taking sips from The Fountain

and i’m drinking up the entire sea

 

 

There’s a fire burning over coals
Redder than a fire hydrant and brighter than the light bulb at the top of a telephone pole
It’s been twenty odd years and no one’s answered a single call
No – no – no; not a single soul
Blame it on the wires – they’re tangled in a ball

We’re fried as a nine to five drone
And the common ground is chipping away as shale
Why doesn’t a word slip when the mind doesn’t like the sound of the tone
Blame it on the Summer Hail
It is what it is as whenever it falls apart the mind is set to live
Blame it on the Summer Hail
I could use a quote, I could use a cig, I feel caught in between shift
Blame it on the Summer Hail

Time’s pendulum ticks, the bird’s above are circling
Life is giving everyone the spins
The ship has drifted away so fast on the highway
Floors are dropping out and roofs are caving in
While some just sit around
Enslaved by shut lips, scared of the shark fins
They’re worn like a crown

We’re fried as a nine to five drone
And the common ground is chipping away as shale
Why doesn’t a word slip when the mind doesn’t like the sound of the tone
Blame it on the Summer Hail
It is what it is as whenever it falls apart the mind is set to live
Blame it on the Summer Hail
I could use a quote, I could use a cig, I feel caught in between shift
Blame it on the Summer Hail

What ever happened to the Seminoles
Do you think any were able to escape
Throw me a bottle of Soda – it’s hard to think we’re all headed lost
And still paying all the tolls
While every day shows the state of the State
Now and then the alarm howls over the Radio Waves
As the devil WAGs his tail
Minds are lost in deep Blue as Red and White stripes emerge from the crowd, as a troubled soul
Communication failed and all yesterday’s news got delivered in the mail
For centuries we’ve been driving to a mighty long Hole
Blame it on the Summer Hail

We’re fried as a nine to five drone
And the common ground is chipping away as shale
Why doesn’t a word slip when the mind doesn’t like the sound of the tone
Blame it on the Summer Hail
It is what it is as whenever it falls apart the mind is set to live
Blame it on the Summer Hail
I could use a quote, I could use a cig, I feel caught in between shift
Blame it on the Summer Hail