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New Song, on my mind

Ancestor (there will be)

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Ancestor (there will be)

I know that it is time
I feel it all the time
Built into my design
I give it all to you
All of it can go
All the face’s glow
the evening of the show
The dream is our feed
A cut and pasted breed
dying to reseed
Again the crowd will drown
the faces on the ground
Blinging on their knees

On Saturday night
We gathered to the light
The casts of past felt right
The current disappoints
The streaming leads to streams
of seaming scene to scenes
The never-ending dream
How will we evolve
the apathy dissolve
Round and round and round revolve
My calling card is lost
in the coming holocaust
and its sounding trump exhaust

I close the shades, try not to breath
I call my mom, try not to see
I fold my hands, I cannot hear
my ancestor inside of me
telling me, “Dear, that’s not fruit
hanging from our family tree”
Drowned out by the wisdom of an mp3’d
“Let it be, let it be, let it be”
Fucking humanity

My sister wants me to stop
Turn myself into the cops
I pop back the pop pop pop
The gun feels natural in my hand
Let freedom ring from the farm
over anxiety’s alarm
We chugalug the lucky charm
There’s a pill for everyone
Pass the cup down to your son
the barrel of monkeys in your gun
Shoot out into outer space
Insure the human race
a universe to displace

I close the shades, try not to breath
I call my mom, try not to see
I fold my hands, I cannot hear
my ancestor inside of me
telling me, “Dear, that’s not fruit
hanging from our family tree”
Drowned out by the wisdom of an mp3’d
“Let it be, let it be, let it be”
Fucking humanity
There will be an answer…

New Poem, New Song

Night, Sin, Night

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I wrote this one the same night I wrote I will bless the Lord. I wrote this one first, then the other. That seems fitting to me. Still, I recorded them in the opposite order. Mostly because I didn’t know what I was doing with the harmonica. They do go together, though; the former inspiring the latter. In the spirit of Cash and the harp of Springsteen:

Night, Sin, Night

Night
a whisper o’er a flame
a trigger and a knife
phantom on my side
Night
she went and left me ‘lone
left skin and blood and bone
colored my whole life
blisters bled and dried
wallet harp and comb
treasures in a tomb
.
Sin
bottles crowd my bed
balled against the wind
knees up to my chin
Sin 
breaking for the trench
but shot to death instead
I’m pulling back the skin
to let the fever in
blackened flesh and stench
bullet in my head
.
Night
a man inside the gate
asking for a light
malice in his eye
Night
treats me like a whore
swallows up the score
end my song before it’s time
I pull out another dime
climb back out onto the floor
and ask to dance some more
New Poem, New Song

I will bless the Lord

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I will bless the Lord
who has seen into my heart
who travels deep inside
and sifts through all my claims.

I will bless the Lord
who’s taken on my sin
who blasted out the stone 
that used to be my heart.

I will bless the Lord until I die
and when that day arrives I’ll join Him in the sky!

I will bless the Lord
how can I help but sing
He’s burned up all my loss
an offering of love.

I will bless the Lord 
The birds are in the air
they’re swirling in His palm
a testament of love.

I will bless the Lord until I die
and when that day arrives I’ll join Him in the sky!


I will bless the Lord 
the Lord who reigns within
Composer of the light
Maker of the day.

I will bless the Lord
the One, the only One
Fierce lover of my soul
all joy and love and hope!

I will bless the Lord until I die
and when that day arrives I’ll join Him in the sky!