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Where are you going? Oh, that’s the right place
I’m happy for you, but sad for us.
Just sit for a second, or stand for a spell
Perhaps you got a few short stories to tell?

Where are you going?….ahhh….that makes sense!
You earned it, my friend. welcomed guest
We wrote it off to the grief but somehow
The skies wide open - greek to me now

Don’t bother putting in good words for me
Won’t make no difference, can’t change anything
Could you play that band of gypsies riff one more time?
Ya know the Hendrix….ya know, with buddy miles?

Where are you going, I smell alcohol
Thank my stars there, there boy, guess I’ll have some
Hold on, Chicago. So far away.
in time and distance
Fender bass

He could hit a slow pitched ball from here to Baton Rouge
He was bigger than me and probably bigger than any of you
Much better than you

He could hit a medium-arc pitched softball from here to to Baton Rouge
He was bigger than me and probably bigger than you
Much better than you

When going camping meant fucked-up instead
A single aware eyeball
Without a head
There was this joke once, a roaring fire
a woke eyeball, blind and blinder

And the laughter, could’ve raised the dead
But it spoke to us with depth and breadth
our simple dream once, to scout the land
find a cool place to, a great place to jam

We wanted something, some not all
In hallway signage, cut out paper dolls
We hated gods and men in white shirts
We came, I’m sore, and my cock hurts

Intellects and incense and Pete stole our eyes
Rough on the edges, cracks in the skies
He takes the cassette, Pops in the player
Words can do damage comical bass player

And about the music son…well it all sucks?
It’s all sublime? and we all nuts
Things far away cannot seek blame
charts from the pulpit, God keeps us sane

No common cause, between us..no enemy
But also sadly no symphony…no harmony
But not your blame nor is it mine
Shine on you crazy, Crazy diamonds shine

All of life’s passions wrapped into wires
Cities on flame, cities on fire
And I was blind but now I see
It is all clear now, twas once greek to me

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from Memorial Day : Fifty Demolitions, released May 26, 2021

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