This song won’t feed the starving,
nor will conferences on hunger
with a fortune spent on TALKING.
Nor will it house the homeless
or quench the thirst of millions
who will die from lack of water,
while the Vampires drink THEIR blood.

This song won’t stop our fighting
over bullshit and the infinite,
nor keep us all from freezing
when the sun burns through the sky.
Nor will it save our asses
from a fate too cruel to mention,
when, from our greed and madness,
we have sucked the planet dry.

But,
the weak the Earth inherits,
and the sick and disillusioned,
and the wounded and the shattered,
and the hopeless without vision,
and the lost without direction,
helpless, lonely, and the sad!

They will kill the clean young soldiers,
douse the spark of bright tomorrows,
end forever dreams of glory,
lay to rest the brutal lies.
They will satiate their hunger on the body of the tourists.
They will satisfy their thirsting on the liquor of their lives.

NO MORE LEADERS!
NO MORE IDOLS!
ONLY BEGGARS!

a dry rain falls
like dust
at least that’s what they call it in seattle
a dry rain
cold
damp
touching to the bone
i turn a corner onto a street of dreams
eyes watch me move past construction debris
watch
me
am I the one
watch me
make my way
through a judgment free zone
of hope
is he the one
for
me

a dry rain falls
like dust
each drop resounding
separately
in a thunderous roar of silence
mirroring my foot steps
“Hello, hey Joe
You wanna give it a go?”
La Belle
La Belle
space angles from another time
recall the Creole Lady Marmalade’s
“Gitchi gitchi ya ya here”

a dry rain falls
like dust
black umbrellas erupt
like fields of dandelion puffs
in spring time
shielding portals to the soul
but who’s soul
ask me no questions
i’ll tell you no lies
“Gitchi gitchi ya ya da da
Gitchi gitchi ya ya here”
the work is hard
it takes its toll
beauty fades in the shadows
but it matters not
just take your pleasure
prove your masculinity
move on up the hill to the next

stiletto heels
blonde wigs
and somewhat questionable femininity
intice
incite
invite
delights
of the moment
but this is a judgment free zone
and she live in hope
is he the one
for
me

a dry rain falls
like
the dust of disappointment
i am not the one
i move on
up the hill
on this street of dreams
while Ornette Coleman’s Mona Lisa
dances in my head

Clouded reflections
Broken dreams
Nightmare creatures
Flying

How could this happen
What does it mean
Empty echoes
Fading

Tomorrow yes
Tomorrow no
Do we stay
Or
Do we go

Tomorrow yes
Tomorrow no
Do we stay
Or
Do we go

Touch the sun rise
Taste the night
Feel the children
Crying

Dusty. Photos
Fields of grass
With precious flowers
Dying

Tomorrow yes
Tomorrow no
Do we stay
Or
Do we go

Tomorrow yes
Tomorrow no
Do we stay
Or
Do we go