Ocean song

I put my foot in to the sand
taking me to another land
I felt the pull of many years
like surf roaring in my ears
I took another step and then
it brought me back to where I began
my footstep won't be saved
by a rushing of the waves
but they keep on calling me:
go further out to sea
I make a mark it's quickly gone
Still I run, I run, I run
hey, salty water what's my name?
what balance can I claim?
in a place where the ocean breaks
and cold makes my legs ache
im still left standing on the shore
no border, no metaphor
that's why I love the sea
its play with boundary
where past and present meet
where the water's not too deep
but it's a hard place to stand
stones sink and pull you in
you had no fear
that morning at the island's edge
you dove right in
sky and wind would keep their pledge
to keep you here
for the moment to be bold
to cleanse and heal
to keep you safe and whole
to keep you safe and whole
and I want to believe it
hey salty water what's her name?
what balance can she claim
far from the hardest place tostand
she swam she swam she swam oh
further out to sea, much further than me
she made her mark and then
said catch me if you can
oh catch her if you can
catch her if you can.

royally oily

well there once was an election by unpopular selection
of an imbecilic lying father's son
cause he was next in line to rise up from the slime
and take the thrown by coup d'etat in Washington
first he undermined the treaties that do help the poor and needy
as a payback to the greedy and far right.
then he angers mother nature hot enough to melt her glaciers
while our dreams of peace just vanished overnight.
this I know, this I know
well humanity may've never sunk so low
well there might be a solution,
let's bring on a revolution
‘cause the royally oilygarchy's gotta go!
So we formed an opposition, like a rainbow coalition
a sane voice in the wilderness of war
and we were winning as dissenters when we called our representers
but they fixed the game and lied about the score.
well I heard that little bushie needed help to wipe his tushy so he sought advice from presidents of yorewhen he got to honest Abe, old Abe was heard to say
“georgie, get yourself to the theatre more”
… (for a little culture)
chorus

we will take it back

the violence behind bedroom walls flows into the kitchen
it stumbles down the front porch steps into the town we live in
in the bars and on the streets where wealth marks the division
it tries to stop where women meet, its force may not be held in
but we will take it back we will
we will take it back we will
and violence wraps itself around a flag of patriotism
adorns itself with weaponry to defend capitalism
it pushes past borders that it did itself create
and fueled by greed or apathy, it multiplies the hate
We'll take it back, this I believe, with justice and peace by our side
with visions of love, respect for the land,
when nature and cultures live hand in hand
when we connect the blackened eye behind the family name
to the wars of anywhere to hurt, or guilt, or shame
when we connect the tortured poor whose crime was wanting land
to a privileged college crime, then we may understand
and we will take it back we will
we will take it back, we will

a different language

they're sending my boy to Bahrain
to start another war all over again (2x)
learn a different language.
they won't send their boy to Bahrain
their hand's in the oil and they're pulling the strings
they never send their boy to Bahrain
they're royal with the oil and they would be king.
their son sits in a velvet chair- comfortable he ain't going nowhere
my son doesn't have enough money
so they make him a killer for the land of the free
why don't we learn a different language?
that says:
we want peace in this land nuye du salaaem
we want peace in this land di la kibush
nuye du salaaem
now they want to send my girl to Bahrain
equality ties to that ball and that chain
but they'll never send my girl to Bahrain
not till their child goes and not even then
we're teaching her a different language
we're reaching him with a different language
that says
we want peace in this land
nuye du salaaem
peace, nuye du salaaem

winter came early

winter came early to this town

tender snowflakes gently falling down

solemn mourners staring at the ground. As the parish priest speaks silence breaks the sound.

Winter came early to this town. Tender snowflakes gently falling down. But the wind that whipped the evening now has calmed, and the barren lightened land says that death in life goes on.

One a daughter, one a son, one a man, one a woman, one a healer, one a wife, one too young to know of life. One in many, one in how many, one too many, how many more?

You who would disdain what you do not know, try to chain us to your cause. If you cannot force with words or laws, you use your gun, the cross a bomb a sword. you ‘ve no right to bear arms you ‘ve no right to kill, you've no right to take a life against a will.

Sheperd watch over flock and field. Teach us how to love to mourn to heal. Healer gives us strength and bravery. With reason let us work for what we believe. Woman give us shelter and safety. And woman child let us live playfully.

With the martyrs of this land, together we will stand. We turn away from fear, our minds and hearts are clear. We turn away from hate, we know our love is great.

I love it overgrown

I ask of the mountain river lift me up and then deliver me easy – let the water move through my toes, shine on rock and feel the sun glow- see that mink all curled and sleeping, safe the smoothest stone is keeping her warm, safe from the harm of men…

I ask of the rushing water, take me from the mind's distortion, permeate my inner sanctum, give me language that is far from cloned yeah, closer to home (all I ask for)

The wilds are calling me they're the only place I see where, commercial culture's cancelled, humanity's not trampled. I love it overgrown the corporate world dethroned so let the strangle fig take over the profit margin quota.

I heard coyotes cry and here is this cat's reply…

Comes a time to be together make us light like redpole feathers, if immersion can baptize us, let it clean the lies they ply us with, like drugs to numb earth wisdom with…

The wilds are calling me they're the only place I see where, commercial culture's cancelled, humanity's not trampled. (And I can give back something and silence teach me to sing, and I am not bombarded, the cardboard suit's discarded.)

I love it overgrown the corporate world dethroned so let the strangle fig take over the profit margin quota.

No Ordinary Heifer

I saw a cow jogging in a fat town
I saw her wandering on the firm ground
And she was getting in shape for that great escape
Across that fat town landscape
I saw a cow jogging
But she wasn't looking at me
She was searching further than her eyes could see
Across the green and pleasant valley
She was no ordinary breed
No cow tow, “pass the pasture, please.”
Her utter was sleek and her nose was clear
And no fly would dare come near our lovely cow jogging in a fat town
She's taking a break from that fenced in place
To look for greener pastures in that great landscape
She was no ordinary cow. She's running that town now
And she's showing all the home folks how to hoe down
No more post and barbed wire, she's a cow, she's on fire
And she won't get milked for her hard earned work
Or needled with hormones from some corporate jerk
She's a know how cow and she wants out now from the fat town
She's says: “I'm going where cows are sacred.
I won't be chopped up and boiled and wrapped in bacon.
I ain't goin' to no slaughter, I'm gonna be free like I ought to.
And I'm going to find myself a mate, no more artificial Inseminate, Gonna break right out of that goddamn gate, and teach the same to my daughter”
I saw a cow jogging in a fat town
Yeah, she's no ordinary heifer. If you met her you'd never forget her
And if it were the Sixties, she'd be signed with mootown
No more post and barbed wire. She's a cow, she's on fire
And she won't get milked for her hard earned work
Or needled with hormones from a corporate jerk
She's a know how cow and she wants out now from the fat town.
She's a cool looking cow in her black white, white black gown in that town.
Oh farmer you sure been good to me, but there's other valleys I need to see…(repeat several times)
And she goes flying, flying away
On a bale of hay

Boys on the radio

Well you only hear the boy on the radio, and you hear the girl once in awhile
And it's not that the boy, the boy is any better, but they got control of the dial, oh yeah
They got control of the dial.
It's an unjust world. It's a sexist world
When you only get to hear one kind of sound
It's an unjust world, a sexist world but we're gonna bury that in the ground Well you only hear the white on the radio, and you hear the color once in awhile (2x).
And it's not that the white, the white is any better, but they got control of the dial
It's an unjust world, it's a racist world when you're heard for the tint of your skin
It's an unjust world, an ethnocentric world
But we're gonna have to change where we've been
Well you only hear the rich on the radio and you hear the poor none of the while (2x).
And it's not that the rich are any better, but they got control of the dial, oh yeah
It's an unjust world, it's a classist world when a few have the most for themselves
It's an unjust world, an elitist world but we're gonna rearrange the wealth
Well you only hear the US on the radio and you hear the other once in awhile (2x).
And it's not that the US is any better but they got control of the dial
it's an unjust world, an imperial world
When you only get to hear one kind of sound
It's an unjust world, a monoculture world but we're gonna bury that in the ground we're gonna make a different sound.

We got ourselves (a roadkill)

No need for guns anymore

The road and you can't see up ahead, those deer get caught crossing over and those headlights freeze them dead

Winter Came Early

And they crucified him to a fence
And he died in the name of the lord
Winter came early
To this town, tender snowflakes gently falling down, solemn mourners staring at the ground, as the parish priest speaks silence breaks the sound
One a daughter, one a son, one a man, one a woman, one a healer, one a wife, one too young to know of life, one in many, one in how many, one too many, how many more.
You who would distain what you do not know, try to chain us to your cause, if you cannot force with words or laws, you use the gun, the cross, the bomb, the sword. You've no right to bear arms, you've no right to kill, you've no right to take a life against a will.
Shepherd, watch over flock and field, teach us how to love to mourn, to heal. Healer, give us strength and bravery. With reason let us work for what we believe. Woman give us shelter and safety, and woman-child, let us live playfully With the martyrs of this land together we will stand, we turn away from fear, our minds and hearts are clear, we turn away from hate, we know our love is great…

Treat the earth

We drill it we fill it we spill it and kill it and we treat the earth like dirt.
And in the heat a fire builds another bomb to beat the heat ain't that neat, now I'm a nuclear power too just like you. Monkey see, monkeys don't do that. As far as I can see, humanity ain't where it's at when…
Roll over, play dead I'm building a powerplant in your flowerbed. I control I said with another warhead. And it might be getting worse.
A woman in the 50s looks out into Nevada skies, struck by the strange beauty of a mushroom cloud and this strong woman did not raise a dead child, and raised another
Not whole
Our own private playground, not an unspoiled spot of ground to be found- our own silent spring. Is there any way to turn it all around. Is there any way to do anything?
When…