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Elephant company
05:26
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Burmese jungle
Is the everything to me
Herd family
“Pull teak!”
My human friends would ever often speak
They fed me sweets
I’ll pull it down and quake the ground
And rip the roots to build a town
I can clear an acre with you on my back
I’m in this herd pulling up your slack
A change of plans
Hello war
I heard the radio
The enemy
Is gathering
And they won’t be slow
We built the bridge
And thanks to Bill
Our engineer
We stole away
to the other shore
Closer now
The sound of shelling coming from the east
A day or so
Refugee line
The women, children, trainers, elephants,
and Bill escape
Pounding mortar thunder night
Tree silhouettes in flashing light
Through wind and rain we’ll make our way
Across the border where peace remains
Impasse
A cliff revealed that reached to the sky
The humans cried
Bill finds
After hours searching for a way
A path to try
The elephants weren’t willing to climb
Bill plead with Bandoola to give it a try
One ledge to another, he let out a cry
The herd all followed Bandoola the wise
Out of war
here we go
We went across the border
The enemy
was never seen
more than a flash of mortar
We climbed the cliff
and thanks to
Bandoola the great
We found away
to escape the war
Bandoola
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2. |
Everybody
06:09
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The sun arose and the red lights went out
Fruit stands erect to the rumbling city sounds
Sparse horns cry plight exhausting all to be
tense as it is, we slip into morality
As the infant we are fed everything
Into the day with a painted face
Bricks add making walls that we build to hide disgrace
Don’t you see? We are children, man!
What happened to the days of old when our daily west was won?
What happened to “Mother may I?” “Seven Potato!” or
when man was measured by how well he could cuss
It seems we’ve all been black eyed by the ultimate bully – us.
London Bridges have fallen down
Pocketful of posies. You’re doo doo brown!
Baa Baa Black sheep have you any wool?
Three blind mice have stolen three bags full.
“Redlight Greenlight!” as Simon once said
“Send someone over, you Rover of Red.”
Mother may I break your back?
Four and 20 blackbirds cool on the baker’s rack
We slip into morality, tense as it is
Exhausting all that be
Sparse horns cry plight to the rumbling city sounds
Fruit stands erect, the red lights turn on
The sun sets…
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3. |
Balloons
03:59
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Dragonflies from the sky
dance around to my delight
Little pachyderm cries
tears of love from above
The morning star is brighter now
The light exposed a quiet frown
And vaporized
The suffering – sweet suffering
Bridge views from the ground
Balloons all around
Hearing sacred sounds
Balloons all around
A head of noise and ricochets
quieted by puja flames
while seeds were tossed and burned away
as swami sang out every name
Ujjayi breath promotes the peace
of heath and love, tranquility
I had to leave, I hope I see
that they forgive and love me
Bridge views from the ground
Balloons all around
Hearing sacred sounds
Balloons all around
The elephant and dragonfly
Lift me up into the sky
I’m not looking down
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4. |
Blackhole
04:00
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The starlight sparkled at the moment
when navigation found the hole
Computer displayed all the findings
right upon the ship’s console
They stalled in deep space at the moment
half a million miles away
“Calculate event horizon!”
Engineers heard captain say
Calculations flashed
developing their path to take
then at once upon the cockpit
did appear their path in space
Then the captain gave the order
and the crew prepared their fate
generating their protection
with synthetic gravity
Now the ship with its protection
that also served as its engine
pulled the spacecraft to the blackhole
Crew silently strapped in
As their path led them closer
the warp in time started to show
it affected the good captain
and his consciousness’ hold
“Mother, please aprove of me!”, captain let out the cry
“I may not be Jesus Christ but I’m alright!
We must all be inside as the outside moves so fast!”
His inner time was blending his future with his past
Observed from a telescope they’d calculated wrong.
Spacecraft was shown frozen but they were alright.
Never came to be crushed as Hawking had foretold
They made through unnoticed through the treacherous blackhole.
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5. |
Binary sundae
03:04
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Pilot from Tattooine
taught in the ways of the force
By Obi-Wan Kenobi
With Jinn’s empowering
The force flowed through the Jedi
It flowed to the Darkside
Deceived the Jedi Knights
And Gunn were the days of the old
Made anew for the empire
Fought with Kenobi
And with the ways of his queen
Amadala Padme
Turned his power to the Darkside
Which Anakin used for the Empire
And Emperor Palpatine
With his dark mind
Chose Anakin to honor he
Anakin’s Battle with Jedi might
Disfigured him with Jedi light
Padme who fled with twins unborn
While Anakin turned a dark Sith Lord
Mandolorians armored smart
Gave Jedis war, near tore apart
And the empire in the Sith did savor
The coming of the great Lord Darth Vader
Palpatine hid away
Let Vader control the empire
Wrote the plans for the Death Star
Council of the Jedi
Deliberated all of these things and
put their faith in the great queen
Pure with honor and blades of light
Rebels found hope in alliance
And put their voices to valiant cries
Which found a threat to the empire
Padme born the two and gave up for faith
Kenobi sent Leia to Aldaraan
Luke to the barren Tatooine
Where is fuse to the force did light
Vader used the force finding his son
yet he was late for the Jedis won
Battles ensued as the dark Lord tried
He turned Jedi on the day he died
Pilot from tattooine
taught in the ways of the force
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6. |
City rat
04:17
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I’m a city rat. I need cheese.
I make my house out of
Popsicle sticks and old magazines
But what I really really need
is you to let me be – with Thee indeed
Wooden wall warped and wet
Walk on wire it wiggles while I walk
Welp at the whittled wire saying,
“Wow. Whittled AND wet!!” – ZOT!
It brings me to a higher place up above
See you standing there
through a hole near the stove.
Marry me. Feed me and care for me.
Put me in a cage in your house.
When you’re sleeping I sleep with you
I share your breath when you breathe
When you shower I sit and watch you
When you leave from your mug I drink
I can taste you in the swept crumbs
When you speak I hear it sung
In your cage we could be happy
We could live forever in love
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7. |
Garbagehands
02:01
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Granddad was the ladies man
The attache who grandma canned
North American family trends
Resonated sadly on Rio’s sands
Uncle with prosthetic leg
A taxi made his metal peg
He bragged about the time up his nose and down the hatch
And now he pushes daisies after licking his pain patch
Garbagehands
Big brother lived a dichotomy
A right wing wacko with a leftist personality
Walked a walk and talked a talk
AM lines poisoned FM thoughts
Little brother wore a leash
Mother taught him to be a beast
Trust was only used in jest
and he just got out of juvi for stealing cigarettes
Garbagehands
Mother sauced away the tears
Until the sauce provided tears
Then she traded sauce for pills
Then she mixed the sauce and pills
Daddy thought she was the best
Daughter was royal princess
Now he roots through the garbage
To check results of the pregnancy test
Garbagehands
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8. |
8cm
05:16
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He has hair and
She has hips
And on their faces
Kissing lips
But who does all the having
of the parts that they adore?
She has legs and
He has arms
Powered by glowing
ancient stars
But who does all the having
of the power that is stored
You see yourself
About 8 centimeters
Behind your eyes
toward the back of your head
Half way in
Each ear from the other
This sense of self
Is all in your head
Emotionally learning being
Looking for a puzzle piece
No picture for comparing and
Jigsaw infinity
We are one but sometimes seems
We’re all alone separately
Our entire efforts comforting
Are relatively incomplete
People care. It’s all in the timing
We can suffer or celebrate the truth
But when I celebrate and share with you the smiling
I hear my happiness echoing from you
Things come
Things go
Some things move souls
But they are traps
That come on slow
Key to the top is stuck in the lock
Of a door that isn’t locked
We’re connected to the all
But you’re waiting in the hall
Because you
Fall in love
What’s the use?
It’s happiness that captures youth
And youth provides a pathway
To the feeling that is proof
Complain you may
But what’s the point
Complaining isn’t spreading joy
And opening your heart
Is the overarching point
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9. |
Crayon 64
03:50
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Is this now the time?
Proof for all divine?
Are thoughts establishments?
Atonic parliament?
Are aliens a fact
or just a matrix hack?
Is god love and hate?
Is patience worth the wait?
Is sex a sin?
Where guilt begins?
When will it end?
When we feel that!
Do you think we are what we say?
What have you said today?
Is your time taken or borrowed?
Is it now or ?
Could this be the time to wake?
Are you early or extremely late?
Do you have to be unique?
Are you strong? Are you weak?
What’s in your shrine?
You are divine!
Do you feel affection?
Observing your reflection?
Can you feel that mental state
Loving everything in every way
The sacred temple bell
rings within yourself
It’s now our plane to fly
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10. |
My pet vulture
05:14
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I have a vulture for a pet and he lives on a telephone pole
You can see him in the sky above me
Soaring on those sexy warm thermals
I never feed him directly. [No no no]
They clean up after me [yo yo yo]
Sometimes I start to feel nervous [so so so]
my vulture’s getting hungry
When It’s time to be fed
His cavity growls
And I can smell the dead
My pet vulture loves a three dog night
Aloft and soaring
hardly flapping their wings
Never joining to sing
They’ve got no syrinx
Cathartes aura is a carrion crow
unrelated to the world of old
It looks the same, but only because
convergent evolution, or so I’m told
I never feed them directly. [No no no]
They clean up after me [yo yo yo]
Sometimes I start to feel guilty [so so so]
The population’s growing
When It’s time to be fed
His cavity growls
And I can smell the dead
My pet vulture is out of sight
Now I’m old and aging
They circle above me
and as I drift into sleep
I hear him hissing
I awaken to light
as my dinner guests fly away.
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11. |
Marabunta
06:21
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(what’s that sound?)
There are over 50 species of nomadic ant on this planet.
These are the so-called army ants,
And they’re nomadic because
Unlike the ants in your backyard,
They don’t live in a hole in the ground.
No.
These ants roam, millions strong.
Swarming over hundreds of thousands of insects and small animals
In a single day.
Killing and devouring most of them.
In Brazil, they call their local army ant
The Marabunta.
MARABUNTA!
We had been traveling up the Amazon for two weeks
And had left our canoes on the shore three days before
We were cutting our way through the jungle
A solid wall of green before us
When we came across a trail,
Sliced into the ground
Straight and brown,
Like a dirt laser.
The native guides came to a halt.
They whispered…
marabunta…
The guides could choose to not continue.
They had that choice, they had that luxury.
I did not.
I would have to make it to my destination
Alone.
Paquinho took me aside.
He gave me a gun.
“For the marabunta” he said.
A gun? What good is a gun
Against an army of ants?
I flipped open the barrel.
There was only one bullet.
MARABUNTA!!!
Te van ha seguir…
Te van a picar!
Te van a comer!!
Te van a matar!!!
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Oranga Tanga West Melbourne, Florida
Strange stirrings are reported from the jungle. A breeze swirls the atmosphere like a nun stirs her morning coffee. The smell of drums is heavy in the air, like a remembered punch. The natives, never ones to contemplate these things, are restless and getting restlesser. There is no unrestlesting the restlesserification of… this is where the doctor said I should stop writing. ... more
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