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my seat was broken
my coke was flat
my feet were stuck
in something somebody spat
i was on shore leave
thought a show would be groovy
but the popcorn sucked
and so did the movie
so turn off the projector
bring up the lights
open the exits
into the night
i been so many places
i didnt want to be
seen so many things
that i didnt want to see
i bit into the flesh
but it was too bloody juicy
so i spit it out
and went back to the movie
in the morning i made it
to the waterfront pier
couples were kissing
their mouths full of tears
then sad goodbyes
when the whistle bell blew
where that ship was bound
not even the admiral knew
i held back as the couples separated
knowing i would be the last to embark
looking for somebody, anybody to hang onto
somewhere to imprint my watermark
i dont want to open any oysters
i dont want to steal some precious pearl
but before my life is lost in battle
i just want to kiss a girl
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every tingle, every ache
contains a lttle bit of lonely
every love and every hate
brings us deeper into lonely
inside every kiss
resides a little bit of lonely
and the people who we miss
send us a little bit of lonely
lonely is the lover
reading down the book of names
lonely are the loved ones
on the highway, changing lanes
now the living and the lost
divide the spoils of lonely
picking diamonds from the frost
collecting bits of lonely
a little bit of lonely
turns a lie into belief
a little bit of lonely
makes the truth hard to receive
in the baby's pleading cry
i hear a little bit of lonely
the swan song of the bird who flies
drifts across the skies of lonely
every note, every phrase
contains a lttle bit of lonely
And Im getting smaller day by day
falling deeper into lonely
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i was serenading a white lizard
in a trashed out double wide
a man came out of the shower
i had nowhere to hide
he came at me with a machete
saying "just give me a kiss"
i stuck a hairpin in his eye
and my life was set adrift
i guess it was my fate to meet
the sisters of the broken feet
now im drinkin with the ghetto's hand me downs
in a shantytown house on puget sound
ive seen the grease in the geisha's comb
and the scalps in the ditch where the buffalo roam
i can find my way back home again
if i follow the scars and count my sins
through these unfamilar street
walk the sisters of the broken feet
i was down and out in texas
when two pretty boys came by
invited me to share their lunch
in their penthouse in the sky
they gave me a bath then took my clothes
and threw them in the hall
one held me down the other
tore apart my sugar walls
my face is battered, black and bruised
my belly lined with scars
the sisters of the broken feet
whisper "now you are one of ours"
We are sick of this life
Why wont they let us go straight?
Why do we exist?
Let our memory be dust
There must never be another generation
of women like us
credits
from Song-A-Day, released July 3, 2019
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You are a person
I am a star
When I die I return to the sky
When you die
You go back to the dinosaurs
i will shine and you will roar
i dont remember much
about my life in the sky
but i know i left a sister there
who didnt make it through this time
so many stars and comets
falling through the cracks
i hope i find my sister
next time i come back
You are a person
I am a star
When I die I return to the sky
When you die
You go back to the dinosaurs
i will shine and you will roar
sorry, but it's doubtful
we will meet again
when i shoot into eternity
you'll fall back 3 million years
payback for your years of hate
and war and treachery
you didnt learn a useful thing
through all these centuries
You are a person
I am a star
When I die I return to the sky
When you die
You go back to the dinosaurs
i will shine and you will roar
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I’m nobody's hero
But I ain’t no villain
I never killed nobody
Who didn’t need a-killin’
No matter where I say I’m from
Somebody always says they remember me
From some other place or gang
One man claimed I broke out of prison
After I was found guilty of murder
And then sentenced to hang
I’m nobody's hero
But I ain’t no villain
I never killed nobody
Who didn’t need a-killin’
it’s hard to make a livin’
When it takes most all your wits
Just to even stay alive
There’s always someone meaner
Who is standing at the depot
Well before I arrive
I’m nobody's hero
But I ain’t no villain
I never killed nobody
Who didn’t need a-killin’
So many eyewitnesses
But nobody has seen
The real me
Even my dear old mama
Says she found me bouncin’
On the devil's knee
And I’m not gonna lay down
With my belly in the air
Like a dog who has been mistreated
I’m always the one who walks away
While the other sonofabitch
Lies there dead and defeated
I’m nobody's hero
But I ain’t no villain
I never killed nobody
Who didn’t need a-killin’
I’m nobody's hero
But I ain’t no villain
I never killed nobody
Who didn’t need a-killin’
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Bergman, confused
love with desire
belief with truth
cleansing with fire
virility with youth
Bergman confused
revenge with justice
safety with a wall
faces with maslks
a plunge with a fall
Bergman, confused
a plea with a prayer
the dead with the sleeping
the murdered with the martyrs
grief with the weeping
Bergman, confused
absence with non-existance
the real with the visible
denial with resistance
the faithful with the miserable
Bergman, confused
defiance with doubt
the feast from the slaughter
the sacrifice of his son
with the shame of his daughter
Bergman, confused
the offense with forgiveness
repentance with guilt
the heat with the sweat
the cold with the quilt
credits
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doing nothing
being nobody
the joy
of existence
unity of unity
manifest the mission
no dividing
the division
sometimes the echo
precedes the shout
sometimes it comes
by the opposite route
we did not
ignite this flame
the war was here
before we came
echoes
of history unwritten
the living
speaking to the unborn
the unborn
speaking to the dead
echoes
of life, echoes of life
and now we are tied
to another war
echoes of which
have come before
but when the word
ties us to another
previous echoes
are torn asunder
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in the cross-exchange of money
on the bridge
river boats passing beneath
musicians gathered across
on the river banks
a wallet is lifted
from the inside jacket pocket
a gold locket enameled with the breath of life
falls from the bridge
into the river
and two tickets to the movies
are purchased with a counterfeit bill
the boy and girl met on the esplanade
she was waiting for someone
he was looking for someone
now she watches the movie
as he fingers the legal tender
he has received as change
from the counterfeit bill
and both recognize themselves
in the faces on the screen
but do not recognize each other
perhaps because they are now awake
aloft in the cross-exchanges of money
as the trans-national contracts
near expiration
a toll booth stands empty
somebody jumps from the bridge
somebody who was supposed to meet somebody here
somebody who never made it to the meeting place
on the esplanade
where his friends play guitars
in the red and blue glow
of the river boats passing by
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you see it...you see it all
but you see it all through small eyes
a pretty face in the street
a pretty voice on the web
how little you know about them
about anybody
as you fall perilously in love
we see it...we see it all
but we see it all through small eyes
we want to know
who is the scum
who started this war
that is killing our sons
i see it.....i see it all
but i see it all through small eyes
i want a bigger picture
i want a better view
dont send me a headshot
i want to see the whole of you
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the people in that grubby town
called her "little fly"
and swatted her
from place to place
but no buzzing did she make
the clomping of her clogs
her sole reply
she was a servant to their needs
a dishrag for their sins
in the dark, lost raining wood
her tale begins
this muddied, sullied. despised child
who never smiled and never cried
cared for her dying mother
til the day her dying mother died
while the children hit and push
she hides like a rabbit in the bush
her innocence purloined
for want of a few coins
her face forever slapped
her rotten teeth uncapped
all night and all the day
an object of foul play
the rain on this wayward flower falls
and trappers scale its virgin walls
if a seed can be bad
then life itself is evil
and happiness is nothing
but the devil being gleeful
those who teach a child to lie
bring darkness upon the land
and they will rot inside the lines
of a clenched and cursing hand
the little fly lies deep
deeper in the mud
deeper than the mud itself
this little fly will sleep
a sleep deeper than sleep
alone unto herself
little fly
little fly
little fly
little fly
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released March 1, 2023
