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I’ll try to do the best I can,
With what I’ve been given,
I’ll try again and again,
If it’ll please heaven.
chorus:
I hope I measure up,
Should I fall off my horse,
Right myself… foot back in stirrup,
And, pray I can get back on course.
Noooo… can’t constrain,
For Her I’m driven,
I wanna be Her man,
Brawn and brain.
Kiss me,
So, that I will know,
Hug me,
So, my love will show.
(Into the future we shall go,
To the sound of children’s laughter…
Living happily everafter.)
My, oh, my, oh, my, my, my,
Why, why, why,
Do you suck me dry?
No matter how hard I try,
You suck me dry.
The way you bruise and lump,
And, pump, pump, pump,
The way you drain,
So that nothing will remain,
You suck us dry?
Why?
Chorus:
Unless you choose,
To be caged,
Most of the time,
Is free-time.
What’s your purpose,
Being outraged?
Or, wasting time,
Being sublime?
Chorus
Unless we choose,
The next stage,
We will unwind,
Running outta time.
Chorus
Plenty to loose,
In this day-and-age,
The end of time,
Don’t let it happen!
We’ll kick it into,
Interstellar overdrive,
As we get into,
Some rock n’ roll n’ space truckin’,
We’ll be movin’ in the grove n’ ecstasy,
Astral travelers charting their (very own) destiny,
Flightless birds on an airborne journey.
Space Truckers, “Start your engines!”
It’s time to look alive,
This is no fantasy,
It’s much easier to survive,
When we act like we’re livin’,
Let’s get movin’ in the grove n’ ecstasy,
Astral travelers purposely charting our destiny,
Flightless birds on an airborne journey.
I like the look of your chassis,
Will you be my spiritual vehicle?
After seeing your undercarriage,
I’d like propose marriage,
Of our psyche,
Now, hope you don’t mind,
If I turn you on,
With the twist of your key,
I hear the beginnin’s,
Of your engine,
You purr when you run,
Back in the saddle, again,
I feel the heat of your seat,
And, it’s making my heart beat.
Enough of following losers,
Trying to peddle meddle,
You make up where I did lag,
Your mine and I’m yours,
Now! Faster! Pass Her this way,
And, I think we’ll find,
The ultimate payday,
Wow! I owe it to you — the checkered flag!
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
We are movin’ in the grove n’ ecstasy,
Astral travelers arriving at our destiny,
Flightless birds on an airborne journey…
Never wantin’ to abandon the sojourn.
If I had the power,
Of power generation…
To generate enough power,
To power a generation,
I would.
If I could…
Generate an interest,
In what’s in our best interest,
I would.
If I should…
Forget to mention,
The higher power,
Deserves our attention,
She can deliver power,
To our,
Generation,
And, our generation,
Can be an empowerment plant.
Instead of being a wallflower,
I can be a plant —
An empower plant,
Instead of being an energy drain,
I can help sustain,
I’ve taken from the grid,
I did,
I’ve thrown the switch,
Which…
Drained our resources,
Changing rivers’ courses,
Turning fog to smog,
On the smoke we choke,
Yes, it was me,
Wasting freely,
What need I ascertain,
To make a change,
To help sustain,
Instead of drain, drain, drain?
Nothing more,
Change is in range,
Enough of before,
Time to transplant,
To an empower plant.
Crank up the juice,
Let the love loose,
A higher power,
Across the wire,
From an empower planet’s,
Power plant.
Chorus:
Uh oh,
Something’s,
Cooking,
And, I don’t,
Like the way,
It’s smelling.
Smells too bad,
To be cabbage,
I imagine,
It could be,
Rotten eggs?
Chorus
Makes me sad,
In such an age,
That souls famine,
It could be,
One who begs?
Chorus
Yup, I think,
Something,
Does stink,
And, it’s starting to look,
Like it’s the cook,
The one who prepares,
This recipe,
Is fouling things up…
Completely,
So, if you wonder what’s up,
For tonight’s sup’,
It’s the crap we put in this stew,
Spoiled ingredients…
More than just a few:
A rotten attitude
A cup 1/2 empty
A spoon feeding (Until spoiled)
A temper (Boiled)
Now, we’re pleading,
And, moaning,
From stomach pain,
But, look in the pot,
None does remain.
Should have been thankful,
For what I got,
But, I forgot,
Now, I’m full,
Of spoiled rotten,
Wish I wouldn’t,
Have forgotten.
A coupla’ reminders,
To take off my blinders:
Gonna let ’em roll,
Right over me,
If they’re thinkin’ that,
I’ll be goin’ splat…
If that’s their goal,
Gonna let ’em roll,
Right over me…
’cause I can be flat,
Flat as can be,
Then sprout right back,
Toward infinity.
Lord knows…
There’s an eternity,
For takin’ blows,
But, lifetime goes,
By too quickly,
To waste a bit,
On any of that,
‘rather just act…
Flat!
And, let ’em roll,
Yeah, let ’em roll,
Right over me,
Likely, won’t be ’till then,
That they’ll see,
Probably be when,
That they’ll see,
The stonewall,
Right behind me,
Soooo, let ’em roll,
Yeeeeah, let ’em roll,
Gonna let ’em roll,
Right over me!
Why wear arbitrage,
Around the neck,
Like an albatross?
What the heck?
Do I believe in gravity?
Is asking an absurdity?
The forces of the market,
More than predict it,
They make it…
Happen,
Again and again,
Until reaching equilibrium.
No need to be outraged,
By arbitrage,
It can be a friend of ours,
Though,
Like any other tool,
When put in the hands of a fool…
Whoa! Ohhhhh no!
The gotta have money,
To make money,
Rule,
Ain’t that funny,
When you’re the stool,
And, to see the rich,
Get richer,
By exploiting the difference,
In cents,
May not seem to make sense,
But, in the end it does,
Because,
Market equilibrium,
Is the same for you and me,
Just like them,
What goes around,
Comes around,
And, the social equilibrium,
Will reach justification,
Where supply meets demand,
Is the price,
Where good meets evil,
Is justice,
Makes me stammer,
In awe.
Soooo… I’ll try not to play the fool,
And, use the tool,
To the best of my ability,
With ample,
Opportunity,
Taking the example,
Of the blind man,
Who picked up his hammer,
And, saw….
What will become of the day?
How long do we have to play?
Do I have any say,
In the way,
Things go down?
Sure!
I could just drown,
Afraid of the future,
But, would I be a let down,
In the way,
Things go down?
What will become of the day?
How long do we have to play?
I love the sound,
We’ve found,
And, wish it could stick around.
Nurture!
Run long,
With dance and song,
Get down!
Help the way,
Things go down.
Rock it,
Like a rocket,
Feel it,
With a passion,
To jump on…
The freedom,
Train,
Free the brain,
Free the strain…
Of whether we’ll remain,
’cause we’ll be ridin’ on,
And, on, and, on…
Seeking the light,
At the end of the tunnel,
Veering toward the right,
Past our funeral,
There’s justification for all,
At this festival.
What will become of that day?
How long do we get to play?
Do ya like to sing n’ jig?
If so… we’ll continue to gig!
Rockin’ on,
With a passion.
You missed,
Calling me a pessimist,
For I opt,
To be an optimist,
But, that doesn’t mean,
I should close my eyes,
To the mean scene.
Nooooo…
I should scrutinize,
Realize,
And, materialize.
Create the love,
With a kid’s glove,
Gentle,
On the mental,
As we progress,
Though our regression,
Success,
Instead of depression.
Though it makes no sense,
The human presence,
Wants to go that way,
It hasn’t been a matter,
Of what I say,
I can point to the evidence,
Showing them the tatter…
But, it doesn’t seem to matter!
It’s easy now,
To see,
What we want to be.
Somehow…
I’ve found,
We got turned around.
On closer inspection,
Does anyone notice,
We’re headed,
In the wrong direction?
On introspection,
Is our justice,
What’s dreaded,
We just lack the diction?
We’re not apt,
To adapt,
Quick enough,
I’m not saying, “Tough!”
Rather,
Let’s get it together,
So, we don’t sacrifice,
Innocence.
We may choose,
For us to lose,
But, should we impose,
Our view,
On those,
Who are without blame?
I’m asking you…
’cause that’d be a shame.
Here I am…
Is it predestined?
Will I eat steak,
Or ham?
Have I no choice?
Yet, I know,
I can raise my voice,
Sure, I can take,
But, I can grow,
To give, too.
What about you?
Do you choose,
Where you go?
Or, are you asleep,
At the wheel?
How deep,
Do you feel?
Is it fate,
To hate?
Is my destiny,
To cause injury?
If you say,
“That is the way.”
Then, why bother,
Going through the day,
If it doesn’t matter,
How you play?
My will is free,
Completely,
It is I,
Who determines,
How hard,
I try.
It is man’s,
Prerogative,
As to how,
He will live.
It would be a shame,
To take away blame,
By saying he has no freewill,
To help save,
Or, decide to kill.
It’s never fate,
To hate…
Wouldn’t you say,
That’s no way,
To behave?
Will I be an event,
In this chain reaction?
Can I prevent,
The preceding event?
The Earth did quake,
Causing man to shake,
… in his boots,
The sea did wake,
Are they in cahoots?
In these chains of events,
Will there be a change of servants?
Does chaos theory suggest,
The rest?
Though it sounds strange,
Will we rearrange,
First and last?
It’s hard for my pea brain,
To grasp,
I feel lame,
Trying to tame,
The chain of events,
In the past,
And, the present.
Will the future,
Hold my last attempt,
To prevent,
My final event?
In the row,
What domino,
Am I?
Do you know,
When I’ll fall?
Is it an outcome,
We can call?
I don’t want to say,
“There’s more I could’ve done!”
Will I figure a way,
To know the answer why?
And, stop the next fellow,
From falling over,
Or, at least discover,
A way to slow,
The approach?
I understand,
The ocean does encroach,
The land,
In this last chain of events,
But, what prevents,
This chain from going on… and on and on and on and on… so long?
infancy, n:
infancy, n:
The period of our lives when, according to Wordsworth, “Heaven lies
about us.” The world begins lying about us pretty soon afterward.
— Ambrose Bierce
Do you fancy,
Infancy?
Do you sense,
The innocence?
Though not able to stand,
Living in the promised land,
Though not able to speak,
Representing the meek,
Does it sound wild…
Coming from something so mild?
Ahhh… through the eyes of a child,
You can see,
The way it’s suppose to be,
Through the heart of a child,
You’re in heaven,
Oblivious to the sin,
You live within.
Why leave this stage?
Why try to age?
It escapes me,
Why one wouldn’t fancy,
Infancy?
Take pity,
On every city,
’cause when the Earth quakes,
Our foundation shakes.
It’s more than rumor,
That we felt a tremor,
’cause it’s true we’re ringing,
Like a cracked bell,
Nature’s singing,
“Say farewell.”
Ding dong the witch ain’t dead,
Bringing on what we dread,
“It’s a small world after all,”
“For whom does the bell toll?”
Is nature’s fall,
Due to man’s role?
As we vibrate the gate,
And, open hell.
Now, we’re ringing,
Like a cracked bell,
Feel it stinging?
Doesn’t feel so swell,
Now, we’re ringing,
Like a cracked bell.
Ding. Dong. Ding. Dumb.
NOTES
I’d said: By the way…
The earthquake that rocked Indonesia…
was felt by seismic meters in Pennsylvania
I guess, it’s a small world after all?
sidd replied:
the whole earth rings like a bell for weeks after such an event …
I wonder:
like a cracked bell?
rick asks:
don’t get much higher than a 9 does it?
what would happen in a 10?
does the scale go higher than 10?
sidd replied:
http://neic.usgs.gov/neis/general/magnitude_intensity.html
sez …
—
However, rock mechanics seems to preclude earthquakes smaller than about -1
or larger than about 9.5
—
i wonder:
hmmm… “seems”?
leroy replied:
years ago, the 60s, an indian master told people i know
that the earth could shift axis in two and a half days
you read the science reports that the earth’s wobble changed
from this “event”
water rising
ice age
ask
what is the cause of all this
i’d said:
whole earth ringing — like a cracked bell?
rick replied:
it wasn’t ringin’ for freedom
i go on:
that’s what i’m wondering… if it perhaps is was ringing for freedom?
what i mean is… there have long been natural disasters
BUT i’m questioning whether man is increasing the volatility AND
perhaps the intensity
does it “seem” that we could push over 9.5 because of the crack
we made in “our bell”
the alaska earthquake / global warming study seems to say
“seems” is so? the higher sea level and 10,000 of thousands
of people on the coast line dyin’ also seems to suggest
Man is making a bad situation worse
so, will mother nature ring Her earth free again…
even if it means free from us?
yes… perhaps the answer to leroy’s question
“what is the cause of all this”
is
“well i don’t know if one thing is the cause…
so i won’t say — human is the cause…
but it sure ‘seems’ like humen would be a good
answer?”
humen built to close to the sea
humen made the sea rise
humen helped intensify natural disasters
without these mistakes made by individual humans…
no one would have died?
Refrain:
Keep in sight,
We just might,
Be all right.
Alright?
All right!
Please… no, no, don’t lose sight,
Life doesn’t have to be that hard!
Why kick, scream n’ fight?
Life doesn’t have to be that hard!
You can make it easy enough,
This is no bluff,
Life doesn’t have to be that hard!
Discard —
The need to dwell,
Over what can’t be undone,
Looking backward,
Is awkward,
I search forward,
For someone,
Living in a hell,
Asking for hellp.
As I ease their pain,
I lessen my strain,
Acting as grease,
For letting in ease,
And, our lives aren’t so hard.
Play the card,
Life doesn’t have to be that hard!
Lower the guard,
Life doesn’t have to be that hard!
Let in the light,
It will be alright,
All right!
Alright already?
All right!