A racist highway patrol trooper by name of Brian
loves to see how all these black folks are dyin'
Is much maligned for his own terrible ruse
that recently put a black woman in her noose

Paved roads are black coffins sealing the American Indian oneness with nature.

Quaalude Bill I'm called
'cause to many hot ladies
I slipped a pill or two
then each lady
I shamelessly balled

I loved every one of them
in my own way
but deeply regret how
I went off the track
with my mad zest
for ***** crack

Oh, they did flash  me a bit
egged me on
but that's no excuse
for my despicable ruse

I don't ask the ladies' forgiveness
What's done is done
I rub my tired eyes and try to calm
my uncalm  heart, ask
might we not walk a little again
under the ancient blessings of the healing sun?

un huh un huh
yes sir yes sir yes sir
oh yes sir
oh I'll do that
yes sir
walk across the Atlantic Ocean
in my shoes??
now sir that's asking
a little bit too much sir, yeh
hmm

I'll give it a try...

when they have become
all but non-existent
flaky leather fastly flaking
into ungraspable dust

one day you might
notice on a path or
piece of land how an
errant playful wind
is whirling some dust
round and round
now imagine a jovial tune
hands clapping in accompaniment
as your feet cut a step to
the whirling whirling whirling
of the lonely dust dancing

O dancing dust!
O dancing shoes
In whirling dust incarnate!

such fast moving clouds
as if fleeing my craven
need to poke a stop

buttered noodles O stay hot you quickly cooling wrigglies!
and you, naked geisha
sing me to sleep-
but disobey your decorous caresses