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When people go to the desert,
with no toys to play on, just,
so fine a term, just is. Adjustable,
one size fits all, all together now, yup,
we done it gang, we got to the land
and global fresh produce,
the land of corn, and wine,
Beulah's land in that one song,
you knew Beulah, she was the sub-
mom, wise as a neo-oracle, on Channel 3.
She had her own TV show, and she was good.
Now, I'm thinkin', all the colored folk
I ever had a laugh with, was on TV.
For a while they had Amos & Andy, with black
actors and voices, although on the radio,
those guys was white, few knew, I did.
But I did not know how to act around a bunch
of grunts, arrived one night, like 5 Bloods,
by invitation of that mad lieutenant from Maine.
We were approaching listen, quite time,
the once in while,
seems like all the time,
the spirit of the Fishnet Factory
first six months, Forever Changes,
Velvet Underground and Nico, and Jimi
drift up -- feel a night once, with a clear
seven second flash attention paid
to a phrase, a term, in cultural pacification,
- soul brother - said by an obvious hick,
yet, the curtain lifted when some one heard,
really. Show us, what you mean,what you call
Radioman dropped acid that night, Purple Double Dome,
un beknownst to any but me who gave it him,
as that question became the point, and it was
and shut up, because the whole place felt it
when the net settled and the framing patterns
fit both STYF with BTDT boots, stolen, and not
really repented for,
it was a stunt, I was not caught, in fact,
I shined those boots to a three day pass,
which I had no clue how to use, it was Georgia,
the experience that night began, with Georgia
on my mind,
and we wandered, into realms few armed men
have ever entered,
more centered in the middle of three point
as one, zazen, me. Tom Green, with his Panasonic
Reel to Reel, and Weirder Harold, who ran the radar.
we got this signal see, we think we listen,
its like those people's courts, entertain us,
show us the law,
with names changed to conceal the innocent,
rampant false accusations,
you do not need to know why wars are fought
Nietzsche said power, wills clash to prove
Lobster level stacking nature of us,
- NOISE HUGE ORIENTAL DRUMS
we, the people in any structured we, you and I,
we, are a wedom open
on allsides, as at the bottom of the ocean of air,
we live in a devilishly clever contraption,
mind me, we become something more,
ifery point imaginable as novelty patterns,
-so insert Jello time - absorb
- whump whump
seen through, as leaves leaving little strands
of cool shade
to mingle with light, soft, recessed lighting
reflecting from limed walls, lacing, subtile shadow
Synchronisity, simple, sure.
Madness come upon a man robbed of hope.
How come he to think of me, and wonder if
ever is itself a mythic psi-psy-science,
called into being,
by the mouth
of a major stadium mob.
In every stadium on earth, the spirit
of the crowd,
people make their living, by maintaining,
I am not them, they are the prey,
they are my targets,
look for munchies,
- faces tell every thing
look for cotton mouth, search signals sort
Holler - I got it
as the real thing, baby, hear it sung, real,
deal done, in the spring
1970, alive and in attendance during
the cons-umption over some few weeks,
25 hits of the February 1970 Orange Sunshine.
Epic, everything, is epic, if you kept the records.
Yeah, if what we do is written and recorded,
each thought and deed, something tells me,
part of that is true.
We live whole lives, and none of any day we live,
was lived artificially, we did it, as it came to pass,
took baby steps and giant feel like falling ones,
struttin', lookin', laughin'
we got past that,
let's celebrate we know, one trick traps,
make y'ten minute rich, with five of fame,
at the end.
While we die, taking our own sweet time,
finding stacks of seven seconds on acid,
I had forgotten where I put.
Knowing I can think it, do not make it so.