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Human Music

by Bill White

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1.
Human Music 02:26
Human music is nothing new Ive been making it since I was two And Ill keep doing it until Im through Why does music from the past Last and last and last and last? It's because humans are a blast Human music will set you free Hearts beat across the centuries From John Dowland to Morrissey human music speaks to me
2.
Whirlpool 02:46
i got a little house on the lake built a dock to tie my boats i rent to strangers who come my way make a little talk sell a little bait there is a river crosses close by i go there sometimes no reason why but lately i been noticing a girl shes got eyes that pull me in like a whirlpool im swimmin with the rush of the river wanna see how close i can get without getting pulled in straight ahead i see the whirlpool gonna get as close as i can without gettin pulled down she lives on the bank of the river shes always sittting on the rocks with her radio blastin like a regular little juke box
3.
after a decade at sea i stood on the upper deck pierced by a sword of the moon as the land appeared Once I did believe There was a woman on the pier Who had been waiting there for me For many many a year Now I stare back to the shore My eyes esconded in mist Because the woman on the pier Does not exist perhaps she was never there it was some siren made flesh as i sailed off on my way to the edge of the world Once I did believe There was a woman on the pier Who had been waiting there for me For many many a year Now I stare back to the shore My eyes esconded in mist Because the woman on the pier Does not exist i cannot forget how she trembled at my approach fever glistened in her eyes... Once I did believe There was a woman on the pier Who had been waiting there for me For many many a year Now I stare back to the shore My eyes esconded in mist Because the woman on the pier Does not exist
4.
i was watching a movie on teevee just before the end i started falling asleep sometimes i feel im just wasting away nothing more to do, nothing left to say there once was a woman who meant the world to me ,,but who the hell was she? used to talk to her at night in the telephone it made me feel like i was not so alone she sent presents through the mail for my holiday tree ...but who the hell was she? we never slept together we never even broke bread but she kept my picture next to her bed she liked chinese chicken and apple crumbly ..but who the hell was she? i sit here wearing nothing but a pair of mold mittins i put on a record but the record keeps on skippin someone is knocking at my door but my door it will not open im hopin it is her although there is no use in hopin i call her up and ask her why she answers just because and i just cant stop wondering just who the hell she was
5.
i like what i do i dont like what i am if i dont speak you wont have to tell me to shut up if i keep my thought to myself i keep my thoughts nobody is alone as long as they are alive but as long as i live i will be lonely eat the flesh of docile beasts drink the blood of evil priests its hard to get by on bread and water when you are in love with frankensteins daughter its not so bad as long as you stay busy even if no one gets it at least your parts are working and your thoughts are tangible even if you cannot communicate them to others you can communicate them to yourself eat the flesh of docile beasts drink the blood of evil priests its hard to get by on bread and water when you are in love with frankensteins daughter it is not true that artists are bad human beings although the definiton of a good human being sometimes escapes me i know that people who do not eat meat have a higher consciousness because when i was forced to eat the meat of beasts i became a beast myself
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i did not come to this stupid planet to gawk at the pyramids, to climb the peaks of everest to climb down into a volcano or gaze out from the heights of machu piccu i did not come here to surf a 50 foot wave blow my mind on a hundred micrograms of LSD or to geek out in front of 75,000 people on a fifty foot high stage littlered with instruments and amplifiers i did not come to this stupid planet to repeat shit i heard on television or read in newspapers i did not come to buy and sell houses to enrich myself through inflation or tp write books that stultify the minds of their readers no i did what i could but it wasnt much but i walked away from the wreck without a crutch even the fastest race car ends up sputtering down a cul de sac and the biggest, loudest blowhard eventually runs out of gas
7.
the way my dad would know all the turns to make to get from one neighborhood to the next i thought he had a genius memory then interstate five cut through the city and my dad no longer drove through neighborhoods it was a straight line with no views just exit signs to tell you when to get off even an idiot could navigate the city without getting lost i hate interstate five people drive without knowing where they are all they know is they are sitting in a car space does not exist only time and distance is determined by speed i hate interstate five and i take the back roads but to take the back roads you have to know how to go and how to get where you are going my dad used to know where he was going how to get from bryn mawr to boeing what tunnel to take to the floating bridge when he drove from renton to mercer island where the grandparents lived i hated interstate five so much that i never learned to drive and always took the bus and i left seattle in 1975 returned after twenty years and coudnt find my way to the park where i used to play because all the bus routes changed interstates are okay if you are travelling from state to state but they should circumvent the cities remove their straight lines of concrete and give us back our streets today the interstate is an endless traffic jam they should have known before they started to construct those stupid urban planners should tear it up with jackhammers then they can all go fuck a duck
8.
Wake-Up Call 03:56
You can bullshit the world with good deeds cleaning dirty money through charities you lived by the law of civilzation and decay and you will get a wake up call on judgement day that habitat for the homeless who didnt appreciate it because you built them a house but you forgot to paint it you became a holy joe because the devil wouldnt pay and you will get a wake up call on judgement day you got a rock band to play at your coronation but that doesnt make you a rock and roll sensation you gave sanctuary to the worst criminal of the day and you will get a wake up call on judgement day your sleazy deals with arabs left our cars dead without gas you filled neighborhood theaters up with filthy porno trash the price of peanut butter was tripled from what we used to pay and you will get a wake up call on judgement day while the bodies of the just rise in repose the furies will follow where your spirit goes
9.
the sun rises at the same time on the valley of contentment on the battlefield of woe so dont tell me this planet has been forgotten and is lost in the corner of an empty sky we never were a people we never had a god our land was never holy our cities a facade the cast offs and the castaways From random tribes of euro-whites To the judges who were fast to slay the brightness from the eye we never were a people we never had a god our land was never holy our cities a facade inside our walled off neighborhoods there was no sense of brotherhood even the fruit of the family tree when it fell was never free and the fruit was never free im standing on the edge of a state line picking up some fallen peaches like hansel and his breadcrumbs or the turtles on the beaches there is a trail that takes me home and im trying to find the pieces but with every step i take the print quality decreases we never were a people we never had a god our land was never holy our cities a facade
10.
Dublin lost her poet streets full of song and tears The whole world was singing his songs of hope and fears we too lost a singer Who sang his songs of love so humbly but no one cares about My little country Two legions of evil Divide a united state Two shades of hypocrisy Disguise the politics of hate We too have no choices But we dont pretend that we are free besides, no one gives a damn About my little country Big bad mother russia Chinese on the rise Who rules the world order Before its demise
11.
from a distance this looked like the perfect world so i came down from the stars and made my home here from the stars to the sewer i could not climb the ladder to the street And what am i doing in this idiotic world? telling fred flintstone that just because he saw interstellar doesnt mean he understands quantum physics what am i doing in this idiotic world where people lie to escape the blame and murder is legal but only on your own property those who have not known war find it easy to take a side some stand with israel some with palestine but the enemy is not the arab the enemy is not the jew the enemy is war itself the victims..me and you the beast stands on four legs atop the mansion of mankind the beast with twenty fingers and two heads one head will incinerate the world with factory smoke one head will incinerate the world with the wind my legs are like crab legs the beast cracks them open and sucks out their flesh take me out of the city spread me out on the grass and let me watch the stars as i lay dying those who die surrounded and held by loving arms die a death for every kiss received while those who die alone do not say goodbye they simply watch the moon passing across the sun

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released January 31, 2024

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