Vacation (I Want to Die On)

Vacation – (Listen) I want to die on vacation cold beer in my hand pretty girls and open spaces and my face in the sand I want to die on vacation far away from my desk deadlines and dictations far … Continue reading

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There Will Be Blood

There Will be Blood (Listen) I know a foreman drilling a well drilled it so deep he drilled it to hell Why did we follow him why did we follow him down I knew a runner running so fast fast … Continue reading

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Thunderbolt

Thunderbolt – (Listen) I’ve got you on the brain and it hurts so much and I’m all messed up Never be the same Gonna need some help today to erase your name Got a hole in my chest from your … Continue reading

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Stealin’ the Angel’s Share

Stealin’ the Angel’s Share – (Listen) He walks into the bar and makes last call Dressed to the nines, string tie and all, Honky Tonk plays on the juke he mindlessly taps his boot looking like an angel before the … Continue reading

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Drinkin’ ‘Till Xmas

Drinkin’ ‘Till Xmas An old man, in a colorful coat comes down my chimney and clears his throat I’m on my back underneath the tree passed out drunk and smelling like pee I was up all night with my reindeer … Continue reading

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Rennaisance

Renaissance – (Listen)

I am a jester
looking for a court
full of bad jokes
feelin’ out of sorts

I am a jester
drank and laughed with Kings
drunken queens on the nightly news
think that they can sing

Cute little monkey
finally saw the light
left his home behind
took away his sight

Cute little monkey
crawled out from the water
built a boat
rode a wave of disorder

I am a jester
sat and watched him drown
was his big old brain
that finally pulled him down

he’d be a superman
on any other planet
slip, slide suicide
better luck with deicide

Olympus gone, Atlantis lost
monkey died upon the cross
roll the stone, toss the bones
monkey’s on the throne

Everybody thinks that they can dance
they’ll never get another change

oily pomp and circumstance
they’ll never be another Renaissance

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Today’s Ride: Brown Pools of Pain

A crisp cool day. A fair weather wind blew through my clean shaven head. The parking lot….fluffy runs up to me. Mount my ride, off I go. Switchbacks switchbacks switchbacks up up up on the red trail I do ride. … Continue reading

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South Street Seaport, NY

The Perfect Storm was a bad movie. Bad acting, poor writing and in this day where technology allows us to achieve every conceivable vision, horrible special effects. But as I try to remind myself often, even bad movies have their … Continue reading

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Noexcuse

Have you ever looked at the shape of New Jersey? It sits along the sea, mutated and broken, the north being pushed west by New York City and the south, pushed east into the Atlantic by Philadelphia. It reminds me … Continue reading

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Bitches Brew: If You Want to Understand It, Don’ t Listen to It

There is a saying among Philosophers, “If you want to understand Kant…read everyone but Kant”. The same can be said of Bitches Brew. If you want to understand Bitches Brew, don’ t listen to it. Of course, what I don’t … Continue reading

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