Cain and Abel.

He worships success and money and prostrates himself before power...I worship none but liberty and I bow to no man. Everything he touches turns to silver and gold, and still he looks at me...alive and free...with envy and jealousy...like cain and abel. From two different worlds, coexisting on the same plane of existence...fallen angels...beings of shadows and light...lost children...searching for our home. Walk with me my brother...the garden awaits.

Beware of the Shephard.

I feel like i've somehow broke thru to the other side...crashing thru a brick wall and realized that it was just an illusion...it exists only in the minds of the legions..to break thru to the other side is to destroy the illusion...there is a time to create and a time to destroy...the temple is torn down only to be rebuilt again from the ruins...The slaves crave the direction of the shephard...they are blind sheep...fattened lambs led to the slaughter...drained of their blood that is spilled on the horns of the alter and their quarters divided among the priests...Evil shephards always call out "Beware, there is a lion in the path!" They use fear and manipulation to capture, imprison, and enslave my people.

A gurilla's farewell.

Your name will echo to the heavens on the wings of my last breath...may freedom ring forever in your ears...May the sun shine on your shoulders and the love light in your eyes always be there to dry away your tears.

Katrina

She was a voodoo woman from New Orleans; he was a burnt-out hippie from Nashville, Tennessee. They met on a Friday night in Jackson Square. He’d been busking on Royal and he needed a light, she had a candle and she was such a sight, behind her Tarot card table and her card-board sign. She read him his fortune and he sang her a song, they stayed out all night long on the bank of the river sipping some home-made wine. Singing Blow, Blow Hurricane, bring on your wind and bring on your rain. Ain’t you gonna put up more of a fight. Blow, Blow hurricane I’m walking against the wind and I can’t feel no pain cuz I’m holding on to something real tonight. Well the floods came up as the rain poured down, they held each other close and there was chaos all around and when the sun came up they were holding each other tight. Singing blow, blow, hurricane bring on your wind and bring on your rain. Ain’t you gonna put up more of a fight? Blow, blow, hurricane I’m walking against the wind and I can’t feel no pain cuz I’m holding on to something real tonight.

Me and the Road and Mary-Jane.

I’m hitching out of this town tomorrow
Today I’m gonna get stoned in the sun
And drink the last ounce of my sorrow
Cuz I’m a lonely gypsy on the run
I’ve wandered 40 years in the desert
Paddled round in circles in the swamp
Travelled a thousand dusty, lonely, highways
Searching for a place to call my home
I’ve sailed across the ocean
Chased the sun to where it sets
And I’ve seen the dark side of the moon
I’ve rode the rails and walked the trails and slept beneath the stars
And danced with the needle and the spoon
I’ve been searching high and low girl
From the Carolinas to the Frisco Bay
Searching for that garden that somehow was lost along the way
I don’t know where I’m headed
I’m searching for a long lost paradise
But I see the road to heaven
Every time I look into your eyes
I’ve sailed across the ocean
Chased the sun to where it sets
And I’ve seen the dark side of the moon
I’ve rode the rails and walked the trails
And slept beneath the stars
I’ve danced with the needle and the spoon
Won’t you come with me tomorrow
I’m travelling towards the promised land
I’m leaving Babylon
Far across this desert sand
I can promise you a home girl
In my arms underneath the stars
They say there’s mansions up in glory
But I don’t think that heaven’s very far
I can promise you the world girl
I’ll take you on a magic carpet ride
They say the time we have is borrowed
Baby I want you by my side
You know I can’t stay here with you girl
The high-ways and the by-ways call my name
So won’t you come with me tomorrow
Join me and the road and mary jane

Soldiers Song

A soldier falls today, who will sing his song? His carriage waits beside the sea, would you care to come along? A child cries today who will dry her tears? Who will sing a lullaby to wash away her fears? A blind man stumbles today who will be his guide? Who will take him by the hand and humbly be his guide? Awaken from your slumber it’s time to make your stand time slips through our finger like tiny grains of sand, footprints on the shore, guide my way back home, I must haste before they’re washed by salty foam. Tears fall like rain to the sea from the sky, the carriage now awaits for tomorrow we will die. I lift my hands up high as the black cloud hides the sun. Tears falling from the sky land on everyone. Awaken from your slumber, it’s time to make amends, the flood waters are drowning humanity for her sins then I heard a voice calling from the shore Peace, be still he said and the rain ceased to pour.

Evaporation

Learning to breath again
Feeling myself beneath flesh and skin
Healing waves wash over me
Rays of light set my soul free
Evaporation
I’m gonna fly into the sun
I’m making wings of wax and feathers
And my life has just begun
Evaporation
I’m gonna soar over the sea
One way or another I’m dying to be free
Evaporation
I’ve never been here before
I climb the stairs and walk thru the door
Gentle breeze carry me away
I’ve got nothing more to say
Evaporation

Somewhere in btwn. the devil and Jesus

No tengo secretos
No hablo matidas.
I'm somewhere in between
the devil and Jesus.
I'm a ghost and I'm a believer
deep in my bones I've got this fever.

Mother Mary won't you please
come down here and rescue me
from your grace I've fallen.
Pacha Mamma y Pappa Sol
I feel I have lost control
catch me now I'm falling

Tears and smiles
Lagrimas y Sonrisas
Solo el Amor nos hace libres
yo soy un poeta, yo soy un gitano
mi pluma es mi espada
y yo soy un soldado

Rain Hat

Co-write with Joel (he wrote most of the lyrics...I just filled in some gaps and added a verse and put it to music.)

Get your rain hat on baby
cuz it's fixin to storm
Get your rain hat on baby
lets make a run thru the corn

The wind will whip
and the clouds will swell
and you're gonna wish
that you were in hell
so climb that tower
and ring that bell
cuz it's gonna storm

Get your tobacco cuz you're gonna need it
we've got a lot of walkin to do
Grab your jacket and don't forget your matches
and you had better tie your shoes

We'll go down to the water
and we'll make our bed
the waves will crash
and they will fill your head
we can't stay here
or you're gonna wish you were dead
we gotta go.

Get your rain hat on baby
cuz it's gonna storm
Get your rain hat on baby
let's make a run thru the corn.

The prophet said that a hard rain's gonna fall
The temple is crumbling
and it's gonna kill us all
There's a crack in the cieling
so meet me in the hall
cuz we gotta go.

I'm gonna live.

Moving westbound down the highway
got a good woman right beside me
the sun-rise in my rearview
I'm living right

I'm gonna live
until the day that i die
I'm gonna give away
everything but my pride
I'm gonna stand on top of a mountain
with my head held high
I'm gonna live until I die.

I Adore you.

Te Adoro
I saw you in my dream last night
you were smiling in the sun
I wonder if you're thinking of me
baby, you're the only one.

may the sun shine forever
may the moonlight never fade
may we always be together
forever and a day
may the tide always carry
the waves to the shore
and may the stars in the night sky
shine forever more.

I adore you
te adoro

Flower of the desert
glistening with the dew
at the witching hour
I arise to worship you

What I do for a living.

what do i do for a living? ...i Don't...i don't DO for a living...i LIVE and i DO whatever the fuck i want...i DO NOT support the fascist war machine and i will not be a slave to this evil, corrupt society...i will not serve their monetary deity and refuse to pay them for my right to exist...i sleep under the stars and feed off the waste from their excessive and compulsive consumerism...i shit in their toilets without buying anything... and i don't flush...i play my guitar on their sidewalks and make children dance and i EAT BAD PEOPLE...

Happy Sunday!

The word of the day is Ai-ee. I heard a bird say something like that this morning out of the window as the sun was coming up. Don't ask me for a definition, I don't know what it means...I guess it's open for interpretation, but I can't say it without smiling so read between the lines;) AI-EE!! ...I think it means Happy Sunday!

War.

War is taking something by force that you have no right to possess. Control is an illusion that must be constantly mantained. War is a self purpetuating virus that feeds on itself, sucking Life into the nothing. Nature is a cycle of giving and recieving. The flow always provides. To take by force is disturb the flow.

The Army of the Nothing.

The army of the nothing, they dig in the ground for shiny metals and they beat them into swords and they cut off the heads of my people. With bloody hands the high priest offers the blood of the slain on the horns of the alter and dines on the choicest cuts of meat. The blameless generation has been slain. The blood of my people people cries out from the ground. The nothing divided the land into nations and the people into tribes...the nothing conquered the land and the seas and bought and sold the silver and gold making bars of steel and bullets and guns and bombs...the nothing set the nations against each other and provided weapons to both sides...instigating and provoking...they live by the sword and will die by the same...swallowed by the nothing.

The Center of the Sun.

Rythyms and circles and cycles
Gyrations of the soul
the orbits of the sun and moon
the tides of the sea
the way your body moves
to the waves of energy
the wind and the water
the earth and the fire
all reaching to the one
the nucleaus of the matter
the heart of the stone
the center of the Sun.

Liza Rose

I left my pen in Liza's purse and she took it down to Mexico...along with my heart. But she holds it so well in the palm of her hand and she sings my blues away. she soothes away my troubles and she soothes my fiery rage. She chases away my demons and she locks them in a cage...and she holds my heart so softly...in the palm of her hand.
she's got angels on the tips of her fingers and a fire in her soul...and when we're apart i feel this deep hole...in my chest...and she's calling me softly, pulling me into her world and that's o.k. by me cuz she's my girl. She knows who I am and she loves me even so...you know, i'm still here but soon i gotta go. I'm heading down south where the cocaine grows. If its the last thing i do i'm bound for Mexico...cuz nothing means more to me than Liza Rose.
Liza Rose
Liza Rose
she took off with my heart
way down south where the cocaine grows
Liza Rose
Liza Rose
She took off with my heart
down to Mexico.

Fredrick Douglas was sippin tea with Susan B. Anthony
i was sittin on a park bench swillin on a 40
thinkin bout Jesus and the Devil and Me...
but mostly...
I was thinking bout Liza Rose
She's got my soul and she's holdin my heart
I never work for the man but I think I'll start
cuz I gotta get my passport and stack up some dough
and there's a war going on I better learn the lingo
cuz i'm heading down south where the cocaine grows
I just wanna be there with Liza Rose.

James Dean

I wear my heart on my sleeve
just like james dean...
a pack of lucky strikes and book of matches...
I just ain't got no other place to put it.

everything that I own fits into a sack
I walk the streets, my guitar on my back
I just ain't got no other place to put it.

I ain't got no place to lay my head...
you can't kill me cuz i'm already dead...
I just ain't found a place to rest my bones.

Temple Divided.

The gods and the devils
the mythologies
the tribes, the nations
the lands and the seas
we're guided and divided
by these dualities
the demons have invaded the forest
and cut down the trees
like a virus
invading the body with disease
raping the land
and polluting the seas
writing their lies
on the pages of once living flesh
parchments of stone that they heave on the heads
of my people.

There is a crack along the cieling in the temple as the pillars shake.
The earth cries out in anger.
Come out of her my people!
The temple is falling down!
The curtain is torn asunder
Remove your shoes and bow down.
you are standing on holy ground
Pacha Mamma y Pappa Sol
the veil is torn
gaze upon the face of your lover
and fear no evil man.

open your hearts and turn on your heads and rage against the dying of the light.
all the rivers flow into one sea. scattered raindrops unite creating one entity.
Divided we fall, but together we rise...
Into the Sun.

2%ers.

98 percent of the population use only 5 percent of their brains and even less of their wills. We have been brainwashed into believing that a higher power outside of us is in control and we are powerless to choose our own destiny's. Instead of combining our will and intelligence, utilizing our rescources from within to without, recognising that we are connected with all of the universe and have access to all of the rescources and energy we need to create our own realities right at our fingertips. I am but a parcel of this universe but I am one with the universe. The cosmos is an extension of myself. Every blade of grass, grain of sand, gust of wind, or drop of rain is just a part of me. I am a part of the whole. The universe is a living body of which I am a cell.
Those in control wish to use ignorance as a tool for domination. Their education is designed to stunt the mental and psycic capabilities of our children. It is a process of raping their minds, dulling their senses, emasculating their imaginations and yoking their backs to the corporate plow; indroctrinating them into a servile populace that can be used to turn the wheels of their machine.
Just as soldiers are brain-washed, trained to be brute, cold-blooded killers, just a cog in the wheel of a fascist war machine, students are being broken like horses and castrated like cattle, herded and prodded into an opprossed and servile existance.
The 2%ers are those of us who break the yokes of mental and physical slavery and create a new world for ourselves and our loved ones. we are the pilgrims of a new world. and we create it everyday.

The character in the mirror.

The ego is an illusion. It is an idealized image of ourselves that exists only in our minds. The ego is a character in a play. We are all students of this stage. Are we memorizing lines, trying to dance in time to the rythm and the ryme? ...Or are we writing our own script and mending our own costumes? "What a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather, indicates his fate." Thoreaux said that. "As a man thinketh, so he is." I can't remember who said that...google it. We all choose our own role. whether it be the king or the peasent, The master or the slave...
The ego is a reflection of who we imagine ourselves to be, who we aspire to be is what we become. Who am I? I am I. to be self...pure self...is to be alone. Only when we are alone do we take off our mask and our costume and slip out of that role, whatever it may be, and become truly ourselves.
Are we puppets? Outward manifestations of some omni-present puppet master in the sky, or are we masters of our own fate? Are our hands instruments of our own free will or are they subject to the whims of some Omni-present puppet master in the sky?

I guess I'm doing all-right.

Sometimes I feel like i'm on top of the world.
Sometimes I feel a step away from dying for no reason at all.
The pendalum swings from one extreme to the other without ryme or reason.
Maybe i'm crazy.
Maybe I'm out of my mind.
A chemical imbalance?
Residual effects of all the times i've altered my concsiousness?
Or maybe it's an occupational hazard of being an artist.
Feeling so much...
Trying to keep my head intact and both feet on the ground seems to be my main occupation these days.
But, I guess I'm doing all-right.

I'm gonna Live Until I Die.

moving westbound down the highway
I gotta good woman right beside me
the sun rise in my rearview
i'm living right

I'm gonna live-
until the day that I die
I'm gonna give-away
everything but my pride
I'm gonna stand on top of a mountain
with my head held high
I'm gonna live until I die.

Truth will remain unwritten.

the kings of the earth rule over the people with an iron rod, with force and cohersion they demand a reverance and respect that is reserved for divinity, but they are devils posing as angels of light. Their authority is false and their laws are arbitrary, their kingdoms are made of castles of sand the tide of reason will soon wash away...but alas, new temples will be constructed from the remnants of the old, the rocks that have been reduced to sand will be mixed with mortar and turned into stone again. The law will be written on tablets of stone only to be thrown from the mountain and broken and rewritten again... But, Truth will remain unwritten. You can carve your laws in stone, but the rocks will cry out...Truth is Love. Love is an omni-present, unfathomable spirit, it lives and moves transcending form and substance, it cannot be contained, defined, or explained.

every political ideology seperates the populace into two distinct and opposing classes; the rulers and the ruled, the slaves and the masters, the burgoise and the prolariate, in other words the powerful and the powerless. The State is built on the foundation of a profound imbalance of power. Power is centralized at the pinnacle of the pyramid while hte masses are oppressed, forced to compose the base, carrying the heavy load of labor and taxes, bearing the weight of hierarchy on their shoulders. Power is centralized towards the top of the pyramid while the weight of labor and penance is on the shoulders of the people.

The State is the anti-thesis of balance and equality. In nature, power is like water, it seeks its own level, like electricity it seeks to ground itself out and distribute itself evenly...but contrastly, society seeks to centralize power to a single scource, sucking rescources and energy into itself. It creates its own chaos, It rebells against the perfect order of the Cosmos. Like a virus invading the body, kingdoms and empires have created a seperate entity that opposes the perfect order of the cosmos. This diseased entity must be destroyed and expelled from the body or it will grow out of control resulting in death.

The Lament of Cain.

I gathered the finest fruits for you from the bounty of the earth and made an offering unto you, but you rejected my gifts and abandoned me in the desert because you required a sacrifice of blood for the remmission of sins. What have I done to offend you? Why must you crave the blood of the innocent? Why does the firstborn have to die? Why do you smite me? You have exiled me from my homeland and driven me into barren and rocky land so that your chosen people can graze their sheep in the fertile valleys...You lead them beside the still waters but I beg outside the gates of the garden with an empty cup and outstretched hands. You have persecuted and exiled my people. You have driven us from our homelands with the might of your hands and chased us when we escaped into the hills. You have imprisoned and enslaved my people forcing them to serve in your kingdoms with shackles on their hands and feet.
You claim ownership over the land and parcel it out among your chosen people. commanding them to kill and plunder and destroy in your name. Cursed be your name among men Oh Lord of the locusts! May your temples crumble to the dust from whence they came! this knee will not bow! I will stand, in the garden, naked and unashamed with my fist raised in defiance. This knee will not bow! My tongue will confess allegience to no God and no man will be my master! Wake up you sleepers and beat your plowshares into swords. We will be oppressed and scorned no more. Arise, the day has come, Prepare yourselves for war!

Slaughter-House Temple

Strategic Butchery.
Assembly lines.
on the choicest cuts of meat
the high priest dines
he parts the curtain
in the inner most part of the temple
the holyest of holies
the pussy of the beast
spilling the blood of the firstborn lambs of a nation
on the horns of the alter
sacred bloody copulation
A jealous god requires the blood of the innocent as an offering
for the remission of sins.
What sin is greater than spilling innocent blood?

Blood-Thirsty Gods.

They destroy the land of the living and disturb the land of the dead...They have divided and seperated the earth. The North has warred against the south and the west against the east. The tribes and nations conspire in anger. Their gods demand blood for the remission of sins. The earth groans beneath these labors as the sweat of the slaves, the tears of the oppressed, and the blood of the martyrs soak the ground. They spit fire from their mouths smoke risesom their nostrils. They devour the earth, destroying the land of the living and disturbing the slumber of the dead, dividing the earth, raping her of her precious metals and the black sludge that grows beneathe the land and sea. Theydrain her veins in the name of their blood-thirsty gods.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

Naked and vulnerable beneathe their filthy rags of rightousness, hiding from the sun...turning a deaf ear to the slaves who beg for crumbs from their table, the very ones who spun the cloth and wove the fabric of the garments that cover their shame they regard with disgust ignoring their pleas for bread and water... They drink wine from grapes that have been smashed by the feet of these same naked slaves...They are a proud, stiff-necked people, trusting in their wealth, serving their false gods, denying alms to the hands that have woven their garments, exiling from their presence those whose feet have pressed the grapes of the wine they drink...A body divided against itself will not stand...how can the right hand say to the left hand "I have no need of you." The earth springs forth a bountiful harvest as the soil is soaked by the sweat of the slaves, the tears of the oppressed and the blood of the martyrs...the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. The unjust man reaps what he has not sown, claiming possession over what does not belong to him. He washes his hands of the blood of the innocent and feasts on the spoils of war and the prizes of usury while the man whose hands are soiled with the dust of the earth and are hardened by painful labor and toil remain empty and his clothes threadbare. The day of judgement is near. The meek shall inherit the earth. Your tables of usury will be overturned. Your temples will be destroyed. Your kingdom will crumble and the earth will swallow you. The day of judgement is at hand. Repent!