Breakfast Bakes

Dude, Pass the ash tray
Call in a sick day
Cook the brown eggs
Hand me that milk shake

(Don’t worry about a thing, it’s your life whatever they say)

From the Masters of Love 1994 album the hopi prophecies

The Flying Saucer Song

Touch the flying saucers

in the skies

Taste the psychedelic colors

don’t deny

Love, truth, and peace

Raining through your eyes

(the year we make contact)

From the masters of love 1998 album the war against seoul

WD40

warnings been posted as we participate

nods of crowds, burst of applause chanting "lemonade!"

back at class  and all I hear is "eliminate"


teachers taught me how to illuminate

masters taught me how to  lubricate


3.54 seconds sweaty palms with grenade

2012 it shall be the brightest day to detonate

She's Just Following Her Love

She tried to end hunger by writing a book
But nobody read it
So she became one more hunger

She tried to end the war by playing a guitar
But nobody listened
So she became one more loser

She tried to give love by being a lover
And everyone took it
So she became one more lover

And she always thought
It isn’t too hard to love the world
But she never thought she would do so alone

Sounds of the Cemetery

How a dead man lowered to the ground
Can bring a whole audience eager
To listen to the sounds of the cemetery

The sheriff's bullet tuned to G chord

Blasting through postcards never sent

The priest's modern rhymes that combine

Five truth, seven lies, and two stolen verse

The hollow tree that performs old blues

From time before Skip James or Son House

The insurance man's uprising political speech

To legally add three more hours to the clock

The poor widow who typewrites infinity

But misspelling somewhere in the middle

The delightful eulogy by the fabulous drunk

Before he is taken away in a black ambulance

Yet the sound that everyone hoped to listen

Silence, a sound no one has heard

(The sound of silence,

Only the dead man aware)

Buddha and Dada’s Dinner Conversation

They had nothing to talk about

until the waiter brought dessert

Dada turned the plate upside down

and Buddha fell off the chair laughing

Out loud

Coyotes of the Desert

A coyote of the desert

owes me a hundred shiny feathers

A bomb dropped in covert

blows me into a thousand pieces

The one we were after

gone with the changing weather

The Revolution is Not Being Televised

Didn’t you see the revolution coming all along?
Did the music and the fighting mean nothing to you?
Did the planes and the bombs put you in fear?
Did you think the revolution would be televised?
Did you think we would never see face to face?
Didn’t you hear the rebellion shouting along?
Didn't the sounds of music move you at all?
Did the marches have nothing to do with you?
Did the birds and the wind tell you nothing at all?
Did you think we would be strangers forever?
Didn’t you put your revelation where it belongs?
Didn’t you see the revolution coming all along?

The Revolution is Not Being Televised

無題

Readin fatal pulp fiction

Spittin verbal jam session

Mind is splittin in dimensions

(No Good Woman Blues)

She’s a no good woman

She don’t feed me well
She don't treat me right

Never asks me how I’m doing

I could just leave her tonight

She don’t know me so well
She don't love me so much

Always asks me where I'm going
Where I've been and what I'm doing

Yes she drives me to hell alright

She took all of my money

And spent all of them too

She came to me like pure honey

Now I think she looks ugly

Sometimes I wish she'd die quickly

She’s a no good woman

And I'm a poor man's child

She's a no good woman
But I know she is mine

This Machine Kills Fascists

I go wherever fascism is

Wherever it eats
wherever it sleeps

Wherever fascism is present

I welcome its presence

Because this machine kills fascisms

I plug in my machine
and turn on its engine

And I play it in the face of fascism

Because this machine kills it

Truth is not hard
you know it already

Bow down to economy

Or else just watch it fall

It’s all counterfeit money

Who’ you going to call?

Fascist tactics
sick of their antics?
Stimulated terror
generate fear
Alienate bodies
manipulate minds
Copyright ideas
but liberate their lies
Education system
indoctrinate children
Obey the masters
don’t ask for reasons
Monetary system
intoxicate parents
Nirvana is rich
mantra of the movement
Religious leaders busy
calculating profits
While them continue
to kill down our prophets
Misquote their message
Peace sold as fiction
Truth as difficult
Universe as stupid
But I go wherever fascism is
Wherever it eats
wherever it sleeps
Wherever fascism is present

I welcome its presence

Because this machine kills fascisms

I plug in my machine
and turn on its engine

And I play it in the face of fascism

Because this machine kills it