Nothing is Made
Nothing is made
Just things rearranged
So who solves the puzzle
Of what here remains
Found in a desert
When with comes the rain
We trifle each other
To help for the chains
Before it was twenty
It falls for the claim
To help give the hell bonnets
Stealth to the name.
I second the thought
For the chin comes the rain
Together for people
Who never complain
Give to the pellets
To from for the thunder
Giving the brood
From pulling us under
In spring comes the tethered
The weathered there few
And who'll tend the pleather
The shiny black shoe
Four waits in the cellar
If beams of light shared
To give for the feathers
Of eight airborne birds
To psych for the mammoths
Who stand for the wise
You can almost see it
When you gaze in their eyes
Waves on The Sea
Waves on the sea
Are no better than me
So welcome the boats home
And fly with the free
We give the drums thunder
And help the flutes freeze
The methods of years
The combs and the bees
Virtue can prick you
And leave for yesterday
Complicated rhythms
Take him away
When the beat comes to four
And the dancers are torn
To rose petal mornings
Through each broken thorn
The mystery is televised
Eight in the east
The breeze in the trees
Is shuffling yeast
When everything is different
From the moment before
They can’t find me here
Who are they looking for?
So when it is done
And the next time he calls
Give him the hammer
The striken the bells
I leave you with this
My confident friend
The rhythm is perfect
When you reach the end.
The Tree
The tree is free
To do what it pleases
It creeks in the breeze
And sheds its leaves
It’s swims in the air
Vapors filter the seeds
In springtime it grows leaves
In winter it leaves
Exhausted it dies
Then leaves room for more
To come in its place
Like a swinging door.
Anyone Can Scat At Any Time
Anyone can scat
At any time
So hold your head up
And drink forth the wine
The saviors have given us
Thrice cold in the clay
They bring forth the meadow
And brighten your days
There’s nothing to strive for
When everyone’s tame
So when is the hour
That Bethlehem claims
To get too far out
There’s no one to blame
We’re here come the shears
To lions they tame
The drummers keep time
Marching in twos
In walking in line
All with matching shoes
They worshiped the hill
To meet their foe
But who comes to know
That there is no one there
Who’ll come to call
In the night withered bed
I’ll answer that later
Is what the voice said
Finally everything
Comes into view
It’s all about the distance
Between me and you.
Out Here!
I’m stepping outside now
So it might be hard
To know what I’m saying
Truth words from the bard
Have-nots have no-thing
While haves halve the tone
No throw can be sewn
In the throes of the foe
Harbingers roar
At the sight of the Lord
For who is the first
Who can call himself board?
And how is it he
When the she turns to dust
In valleys they warned us
Of stinking of must
Paths to the gate
Thrown from buildings outside
For what does it mean
Are we taken for a ride?
And something is stirring
On the edge of the bay
The steamboats and ferries
Tune out for the day
And we laugh and we sing
And we come for the free
Then helping the poor
Who have far less than thee
So where is the jungle
And giveth there please
To send for the far best
All naturally...
The Way
Right is the left
Of the left to the side
And side is the right
Who is left to decide?
Up is the down
In the down of the up
But what does it mean
In relation to what?
Who is it, how is it,
Where is the he?
And who could it be
Who is left of the she?
When is the time?
I was coming near
It’s over there
And now it’s right here.
So left is the right
Is the up and the down
And It is them all now,
All wrapped up in one.
Morning Haze
No need to be serious
Listen to Bach
He’s running all over the clock
A powdery a wig
Six sizes too big
The birds are beginning to flock
Wake-up
It’s time to wake up
Like a baby from a nap
Stretch your arms
That’s right, like that.
Now focus the eyes
And ears, too
All of those years,
Playing the fool.
The rich, the poor
The happy, the sad
The times when your wave-surfing
Was totally rad.
It was all a big dream
But you know that
Someplace deep,
Under your hat.
Or is it the heart
The chest, the lungs
Where does it go,
From where does it come?
It’s time to awaken
The time of forsaken
When night turns to dawn
And you go on…
On and on--
You make the sunshine
That’s pretty amazing,
If you ask me
So let the words flow
Let yourself go
Into the now
And bring yourself home.
The Internet
It could all glitch at any second
And then what have we got?
All of our data is suddenly gone
Our money it burns in a pot.
A big pot of data that’s suddenly drained
And left without nothing to be entertained
And all of those we call friends
Never to see them again...
Gone, gone, Eternally gone
And then how will I find thee?
Gone in the hole, I’ll have to go
Outside and walk to find you.
Focus and Attention
It can mean anything
The wider the frame
Frame it out
Then come on in
To the manhole paradise
You can see for miles
And taste even further
And after a while
Your head starts to move
In the right direction
And from there you go
With focus and attention...
He Won’t Be Swayed
He won’t be swayed by praise nor blame
His roots are firmly set
To him it’s all the same
When looking back, he feels no shame,
...has nothing to regret
He won’t be swayed by praise nor blame
He is a man and still feels pain
But never gets upset
To him it’s all the same
He won’t be bothered by the rain
Cares not of getting wet
He won’t be swayed by praise nor blame
He understands it’s all a game
No thing he wants to get
To him it’s all the same
No need to give this guy a name
Or catch him in a net
He won’t be swayed by praise nor blame
To him it’s all the same
Nothing is made
Just things rearranged
So who solves the puzzle
Of what here remains
Found in a desert
When with comes the rain
We trifle each other
To help for the chains
Before it was twenty
It falls for the claim
To help give the hell bonnets
Stealth to the name.
I second the thought
For the chin comes the rain
Together for people
Who never complain
Give to the pellets
To from for the thunder
Giving the brood
From pulling us under
In spring comes the tethered
The weathered there few
And who'll tend the pleather
The shiny black shoe
Four waits in the cellar
If beams of light shared
To give for the feathers
Of eight airborne birds
To psych for the mammoths
Who stand for the wise
You can almost see it
When you gaze in their eyes
Waves on The Sea
Waves on the sea
Are no better than me
So welcome the boats home
And fly with the free
We give the drums thunder
And help the flutes freeze
The methods of years
The combs and the bees
Virtue can prick you
And leave for yesterday
Complicated rhythms
Take him away
When the beat comes to four
And the dancers are torn
To rose petal mornings
Through each broken thorn
The mystery is televised
Eight in the east
The breeze in the trees
Is shuffling yeast
When everything is different
From the moment before
They can’t find me here
Who are they looking for?
So when it is done
And the next time he calls
Give him the hammer
The striken the bells
I leave you with this
My confident friend
The rhythm is perfect
When you reach the end.
The Tree
The tree is free
To do what it pleases
It creeks in the breeze
And sheds its leaves
It’s swims in the air
Vapors filter the seeds
In springtime it grows leaves
In winter it leaves
Exhausted it dies
Then leaves room for more
To come in its place
Like a swinging door.
Anyone Can Scat At Any Time
Anyone can scat
At any time
So hold your head up
And drink forth the wine
The saviors have given us
Thrice cold in the clay
They bring forth the meadow
And brighten your days
There’s nothing to strive for
When everyone’s tame
So when is the hour
That Bethlehem claims
To get too far out
There’s no one to blame
We’re here come the shears
To lions they tame
The drummers keep time
Marching in twos
In walking in line
All with matching shoes
They worshiped the hill
To meet their foe
But who comes to know
That there is no one there
Who’ll come to call
In the night withered bed
I’ll answer that later
Is what the voice said
Finally everything
Comes into view
It’s all about the distance
Between me and you.
Out Here!
I’m stepping outside now
So it might be hard
To know what I’m saying
Truth words from the bard
Have-nots have no-thing
While haves halve the tone
No throw can be sewn
In the throes of the foe
Harbingers roar
At the sight of the Lord
For who is the first
Who can call himself board?
And how is it he
When the she turns to dust
In valleys they warned us
Of stinking of must
Paths to the gate
Thrown from buildings outside
For what does it mean
Are we taken for a ride?
And something is stirring
On the edge of the bay
The steamboats and ferries
Tune out for the day
And we laugh and we sing
And we come for the free
Then helping the poor
Who have far less than thee
So where is the jungle
And giveth there please
To send for the far best
All naturally...
The Way
Right is the left
Of the left to the side
And side is the right
Who is left to decide?
Up is the down
In the down of the up
But what does it mean
In relation to what?
Who is it, how is it,
Where is the he?
And who could it be
Who is left of the she?
When is the time?
I was coming near
It’s over there
And now it’s right here.
So left is the right
Is the up and the down
And It is them all now,
All wrapped up in one.
Morning Haze
No need to be serious
Listen to Bach
He’s running all over the clock
A powdery a wig
Six sizes too big
The birds are beginning to flock
Wake-up
It’s time to wake up
Like a baby from a nap
Stretch your arms
That’s right, like that.
Now focus the eyes
And ears, too
All of those years,
Playing the fool.
The rich, the poor
The happy, the sad
The times when your wave-surfing
Was totally rad.
It was all a big dream
But you know that
Someplace deep,
Under your hat.
Or is it the heart
The chest, the lungs
Where does it go,
From where does it come?
It’s time to awaken
The time of forsaken
When night turns to dawn
And you go on…
On and on--
You make the sunshine
That’s pretty amazing,
If you ask me
So let the words flow
Let yourself go
Into the now
And bring yourself home.
The Internet
It could all glitch at any second
And then what have we got?
All of our data is suddenly gone
Our money it burns in a pot.
A big pot of data that’s suddenly drained
And left without nothing to be entertained
And all of those we call friends
Never to see them again...
Gone, gone, Eternally gone
And then how will I find thee?
Gone in the hole, I’ll have to go
Outside and walk to find you.
Focus and Attention
It can mean anything
The wider the frame
Frame it out
Then come on in
To the manhole paradise
You can see for miles
And taste even further
And after a while
Your head starts to move
In the right direction
And from there you go
With focus and attention...
He Won’t Be Swayed
He won’t be swayed by praise nor blame
His roots are firmly set
To him it’s all the same
When looking back, he feels no shame,
...has nothing to regret
He won’t be swayed by praise nor blame
He is a man and still feels pain
But never gets upset
To him it’s all the same
He won’t be bothered by the rain
Cares not of getting wet
He won’t be swayed by praise nor blame
He understands it’s all a game
No thing he wants to get
To him it’s all the same
No need to give this guy a name
Or catch him in a net
He won’t be swayed by praise nor blame
To him it’s all the same