"The Basic Cosmos" Introduction

The Moon, she was stoned-red that night of the winter solstice. A night when the sky was dark and the winds were still.

The large copper marble that she was held high to the North; her horns ominous of the times at hand.

For this night, the dream was dead, and his faith awaited the ultimate test.

A rebirth was to come, and with it, growth would follow.

But first, a series of trials and tribulations.

A blessing it could be if he is true to heart and strong of will.

Only time would tell.

And she, the Moon, crimson and cold on this lunar eclipse - the very cause to his madness... or the cure to his dreams.

i say - beat-box

there's an old man sittin by the side of the road
he's got a sign in his hand and he's askin for dough
i hand him a granola bar, say, "here you go
if you really that hungry you just let me know
i got the food stamps with plenty of flow
all we got to do is walk to the store."

he says: (beat-boxing)

walkin by the bandshell there's food not bombs
they servin up soup that's as good as my mom's
with home-made zucchini bread we try to stay calm
cause the rumble in our tummies is soundin the alarm
they say the veggies came from the mountain farm
even the greens we can smoke from the bong

we say: (beat-boxing)

now i'm all stoned with a full stomach
i say, "peace out," and i make it quick
cause i just want to jam on my harmonic
buskin the street gettin paid jack shit
but i'm writin many songs i think are legit
only gettin the eye from the girls that are thick

they say: (beat-boxing)

so the night's comin on and i better get goin
my spots blown up and the police are showin
don't matter bout that it's already snowin
and i got to find a gorilla spot, no one's knowin
to bunker down real quick and keep on showin
that this is a life that keeps on rollin

i say: (beat-boxing)

get me to san franciso - harmonica song #2

gonna hop me a train to get me to san franciso.
gonna hop me a train to get me to san franciso.
gonna hop me a train to get me there. it's been so long, too much to bear.
gonna hop me a train to get me to san franciso.

the law's got me and now i can't leave this town.
the law's got me and now i can't leave this town.
the law's got me but not for long. soon enough, baby, i'll be gone.
the law's got me and now i can't leave this town.

the weather's gettin better and all i want to do is ramble.
the weather's gettin better and all i want to do is ramble.
the weather's gettin better to busk on the street. i gotta get out and scratch my feet.
the weather's gettin better and all i want to do is ramble.

you can count on it i will miss you baby.
you can count on it i will miss you baby.
you can count on it but what's to do? i'll sit right here and give a kiss to you.
you can count on it i will miss you baby.

gonna hop me a train to get me to san franciso.
gonna hop me a train to get me to san franciso.
gonna hop me a train to get me there. it's been so long, too much to bear.
gonna hop me a train to get me to san franciso.

tha mutha fuckin bus

waitin all day fo tha mutha fuckin bus
i'm standing right here jus so i could bust
a rhyme in ya ear
ta make it all clear
dat i'm waitin fo tha mutha fuckin bus

at tha god-damn depot
i thought dat i told yo
rhymin's my game
nothin else changed
waitin fo tha mutha fuckin bus

a dolla twenty-five
is enough fo a ride
don't forget tha transfer
i gots ta get ta boulder
ridin on tha mutha fuckin bus

listin ta tha crazies
i'm thinkin dat maybe
des are my peers
an there's nothin ta fear
ridin on tha mutha fuckin bus

'cause soon enough we'll get there
wid plenty a'time ta spare
an i met some new friends
dat i'll surly see again
tha next time i take tha mutha fuckin bus

I'm Your Friend

CHORUS
(G7)
I know where you're going.
(C)
I know where you've been.
(D7)
I feel your pain and anger.
(G)
Remember I'm your friend.

VERSE 1
(G7)
They took your working job.
(C)
They stole your living house.
(D7)
The boys, they don't like you.
(G)
And the girls point and laugh.

CHORUS

VERSE 2
You're out on the highway,
thumb in the air.
You're heading for the Gold Coast.
You'll find it way out there.

CHORUS

VERSE 3
Life is a circle.
It goes round and round.
I see you coming back to me.
And your feet are on the ground.

CHORUS x2

Then There Was You

VERSE 1
(A)
There I was
walking down the road.
(E)
(A)
There I was
acting real cold.
(E)
(break down)
Then there was you.
Then there was you.
(C)
It was
(A)
gold
pure gold.
(E)

VERSE 2
(A)
Skies were grey,
fields of white.
(E)
(A)
Skies were grey.
Nothing's right.

Then there was you.
Then there was you.

Shining bright,
bright light.

VERSE 3
Found a spot
under a bridge.

Found a spot
to lay my head.

Then there was you.
Then there was you.

In my dreams,
sweet dreams.

VERSE 4
There I was...

"Civil War #1" - harmonica song

and then it was time to begin.
the men, they lined up proud.
they had their guns strapped over their shoulders,
and they were ready to climb the hill.

what was to come was imminent;
a fiery battle to have.
for all rights to man,
they'll fight to the death,
and justice will always prevail.

there they were at the low ground.
their enemies way up high.
every inch gained was a victory in numbers,
for all will rise the same.

yet their opponents were nothing but weak.
anger fueled their fire.
to share in their wealth was mocking tradition,
but to bogart they lose as well.

and the battle will go on forever.
for they are merely human.
climbing a hill and keeping them down,
a mixture of hell and heaven.

lonliness

empty bottle of wine, red
lipstick on smoked cigarettes

hitching to earthdance

the Future came as a dragon school bus - loud and wild it pulled over to the side of the road.

with a hiss and grunt it let off some steam as it's side door swung open.

standing inside was a sweet little girl smiling in a yellow sundress.

she looked down at me and said nothing but, "See... it took me no more than a little while."

dixie's wisdom

the ganja honey,
it's in your beard.
don't be a'feared.
it's medicine.

a child's poem*

the peac round
what agoodly thing
if the children of
the wold cold
dwell in peac


*poem written by 10-year-old

coming back to the mountain

white city shoes turned country brown
left those neon lights behind to have stars all around
the soil needs a'tending to and the cows gone left the barn
spending the days refinding myself while working on this here farm

it's back to simplicities with earth, water, and air
living sustainably from the abundance found everywhere
there's trout in the river, wild fruits and berries grow more than's fair
would be hard to believe any of this exists under the bright city glare

the sun reddens my neck and i can't quite get my fingernails clean
half-dead asleep in my sleeping bag, quickly falling into dreams
content with life; bushels gathered and the soil's 'bout ready for next year
discovering substance in life through hard work, sweat, and tears

yet there are still those devilish follies of the big city i like
sure enough to return after getting a'hold of this here farming life
not gone for long for coming back to the land is only what's right
travel around to converse a little knowledge and drop some insight