December 13

6 Degrees…

THE SCRIPT LYRICS

“Six Degrees Of Separation”

You’ve read the books, you’ve watched the shows
What’s the best way, no one knows

Meditate, yea, hypnotized
Anything to take it from your mind
But it won’t go
You’re doing all these things out of desperation
You’re going through six degrees of separation

You had the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke
You fake a smile, ya, lie and say
You’re better now than ever and your life’s okay
But it’s not, no

You’re doing all these things out of desperation
You’re going through six degrees of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

Oh no there ain’t no helping, to remember one’s self
Oh no there ain’t no helping, to remember one’s self

You tell your friends, yea strangers too
Anyone who will throw an arm around you
Tarot cards, gems and stones
Believing all the shit’s gonna heal your soul
Well it’s not, whoa

You’re only doing things out of desperation
You’re going through six degrees of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

Oh no there ain’t no helping, to remember one’s self

Oh no there’s no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back no hesitation
That’s how you know you’ve reached the sixth degree of separation

Oh no there’s no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back no hesitation
That’s how you know you’ve reached the sixth degree of separation

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What’s gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you’re gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

You’re going through six degrees of separation
You’re going through six degrees of separation
Oh no there ain’t no helping, to remember one’s self
Oh no there ain’t no helping, to remember one’s self

 

May 13

Oh what a dream…

THE DREAM SONG
(Written by Joan Baez and Ron Davies)

I had a dream I was following a barefoot girl
Beside a stream that flowed around the world
And we spoke of many things though her mouth never moved
As the most peculiar scenes were disappearing into view

Oh what a dream beyond the realm of why
Pretty little beings beneath the yawning sky
Speaking of God as though they could define
Music to the deaf and color to the blind or God to man

And then the leaves became a thousand tears
And I was on my knees in a crazy house of mirrors
I couldn’t find my face but a voice was drawing nearer
Hush baby, sweet baby, hush don’t you cry

And I thought I woke and my mother was standing there
And my heart broke as the ribbons in her hair
Turned into highways surrounded and swirled
Like a crown come down around a not so perfect world

In the corner of the dream was the man with the blue guitar
It had no strings but the music touched the stars
And his long dark curls turned to gold before my eyes
And the barefoot girl smiled off to the side and it was real

Then a thousand birds took flight with a joyful noise
And I heard the angels up on high rejoice
I could see my face and I recognized the voice
Hush baby, sweet baby, hush baby hush

It’s just a dream, one of those that goes on and on
Scene after scene with the rhythm of a gypsy song
When I really woke I was frozen in between
I didn’t know who I was, it was a dream inside a dream

It’s all a dream
Oh what a dream
I had a dream

© 1992 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP), Music Corporation of America, Inc. (BMI)

November 11

Humanity I Love You

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Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house

Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down

on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity

i hate you

 

– e.e. cummings

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