Your believing and feel alright

They'll drift and flow
And take their chances
All white humming flesh and bone
In souls they don't own
How can they not know it ain't
Good being old with nothing
Left to show
But they have each other

There might be a goodbye him to her
When time becomes their leveller...and it will
Ecstatic young searchers who've come
To love just what they are
And what they may become...or whatever
The magic in chaotic scenes
In the sun and the music in
The whine and stink, the uneven
Sounds of summer
Fabulous bad memories, but there's

Something alright about having these together

Too young lives of sleep,
Of violence and love alive
In astral days soon lost
In the rush
If there's a better way
It's alright...they're okay

They're not afraid they'll fade away
Another wasted unfortunate end
Another violent sky overhead
Another sundown burning red
And it's going down hard...like them

"Earth, Sky & C."

Given good ground to walk around on
It would mean so much to me to see
Things for my still young self or else
I might not believe whatever people
Say in their own ways, colourful faces
And easy going shame almost telling me
Things I need to know
We're travelling, looking for the world
Thinking in different words

I'm not leaving you
No way friend, you'd ever last
Yo no voye
Sweet earth boy

You'll have to think and wait

Given wide skies to search and fly
It would sure seem to me that it's so
Full of everything, either seen or unseen
Endless night displays, cosmic death rays
That hold your feet in place while
Your mind runs away
What I didn't know is that no one's going
This old bus sits while jungles laugh and sing
Nobody filled me in

"Love Your Starfish"

To hesitate, to reel and stutter in a free fall to eat your grapes
and slow the runner you just need calm
Don't let me down I'm already down
like a rubber band pulled between two hands in a slow defiance
of when it might break then someone laughs,
all left feet and charging rhinos...
unfunny but i know no one here needs your kind of redemption
you came in waves and tired of all this celebration you milked the tree,
fed the starfish and said all is calm
You must get down I'm already down
with the whole event held within your head like old valentines,
just when do you start to fake a love for jazz and blue green oranges...
It's so hieronymus I know no one here needs your kind of redemption
How shallow ponds with the growth of decades carry on or I'll never know
on the whole, I can dig the world's offerings and with the yes parade
on hold it did not lesson me when it was said to me with the elegance
of daybreak that wherever you go take your pride, wherever you go,
there you are that was the birthplace of almost everything sold,
poetic and stoned...

"All Awake"

Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer look for me
in wide falling fields of bohemia all awake with a heavy hand holding me down
I stay all awake in the only fear of falling hall of fame we're all awake
under the weight eleven ways why you never fall to pieces you can't carry
we're all awake and looking for ways to save your self-love
Looking to define masterbation using colours looking for a ride to a place
where everyone was friends all awake with an energy,

a hustle and a fade all awake in the hell of free electric salad days they fall away

When the money's in your hand, when smaller men feel broken,
when Chet is singing "let's get lost" It's time to shut your mouth....

"Gargantua"

Though the sign says "Monterey: forty light years from right here,
" We'll go anyway got a head start on the clouds as the view,
dream-like, rolls away, while every song you hate is playing
in your head softly a loving sound
Now the quiet never stays porcelain elvis heads and gamma rays
keeping me awake with this fine knit elastic cloud,
stretching out living new age golden days
but when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost
Fascination, overkill and sensation whole and violent when you're high
you might touch down in gardens of gargantua
when all the world is spinning say hello to him from all of us
when all is all undone and sung without a sound
over the always nobody elevates hoping for enlightning voices
out of nowhere fastened tight crashing light into walls
if you look around at all you might feel small where the soul lives
where the whole thing is going down
Every now and then I fall out into open air just to feel the wind,
rain and everything and though the hum and sway gets me down
I'll find the way to peace and openness but when
I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost in fact
I'm waiting for everyone to shut up...

"When Did You Get Back From Mars?"

We never thought that you were gone until we turned the lights on
and spoke to your god but he ain't saying nothing,
except for some thing about your life going to waste in more ways then one
I never liked him anyways
You push it most days when you're young
and then one day they grow up and everyone's wrong
they can't teach you nothing they give you nothing
so you get thinking maybe there's a phase where everyone floats
south in never ending lemonade
Inside of myself, daylight is almost waking up slow and wondering
how sometimes it isn't always good here
What made you go and when did you get back from mars
You circled 'round odd fallen stars and reached out for the lightning
until you were stung until there was a nice ring,
the only right thing so you get thinking maybe in a way
I'll never know for sure the full sad of everyone
And hey, is there anyone known who gets along just great
with everyone on all the days.

"Summertime In The void"

i felt the break and roll of the nexus on a day when the whole world
elected to sell us out there are the hands that grab my attention
when all is what i'm giving they slow me down slower
then southern muddy rivers
when you think theres salvation when you don't want
to leave your room eyes with eyes open undreaming
when it's summertime in the void
when it's summertime in the void the sun is upside down
and facing the other way until days end with a skitzophrenic everjoy
and a sense of doubt you wait automatic and afraid
on ran the train through my solar plexis on the day i made good connection
with love out loud, home, hate and sound
and who wrote the words to my death sentence when life is what i'm living
and leaving now while i trip till time is over
when it's summertime in the void and the stars yell out your name all together
and insane 'cause they're broken words they are a noise there's
no answer for you wait automatic and afraid.