New Band Of The Day: Razorblade Smile

Boisterous Glaswegian punk band Razorblade Smile have been around since 2008 but have yet to receive much attention (or even a label) – until now.

Not a new band as such (they’ve been going in a variety of line-ups since 2008), but one that’s been happily underground in the vibrant Scottish punk scene since their inception.

Razorblade Smile are non-conformist in the extreme. They don’t play the game. They don’t sell out. They exist in a world that Simon Cowell probably doesn’t even know exists.

Their songs are short, sharp, angry and embittered. This is a band that takes a stance against what they see wrong with the world around them and rail against it. Coming from areas of Glasgow that have seen their fair share of depravation, RS pull no punches in their onslaught. This isn’t a pop-punk band. This isn’t a career choice. This isn’t a fashion statement.

These people mean it, maaaaan.

Originally a four-piece with a drum machine that sounded like a division of tanks rolling over the M8, the then two-vocalist line-up & honed their sound into the assault that they have now.

Now with a “real” drummer and Kate Martin taking care of vocals alone, they’re a slightly more 3-dimensional beast than of old. Guitarist Shoddy Roddy’s kamikaze chords have given a multi-layered, metallic blaze to the songs nowadays.

Pass The Buck sees RS slow down their typical manic blur and is all the better for it. There’s even a little dub reggae feel to a couple of break-downs in their set.
Don’t be mistaken, this is not a band that normally takes any prisoners. Underground is a shout-along Ramones-esque pogo-fest. Beneath the wild abandon, there’s also a melodic sensibility. Witness Bought And Sold. Kate’s impassioned vocal has something of Eve Libertine’s lonely end-of-times poetry to it.

Keynote song, Govanhell (about their neighbourhood, Govanhill), is a Demob-like strafing run on social injustice. Censored Society sees sampled soundtrack parts amongst the punk carnage.

Bands like RS aren’t around for your entertainment. This is real world stuff.
Razorblade Smile are playing the GGI Festival in Ireland and play regularly around Scotland. They’re also opening for The Lurkers on 7/9/12 in Glasgow.

Razorblade Smile are on Facebook and you can stream some of their songs from Soundcloud here.

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  1. AlienpigC’mon thr Razors, keepin’ it real ;@)

  2. They’ve stolen the name from another band called Razorblade Smile. Watch out guys the lawyers have been alerted.

  3. WE GOT THE NAME FROM A FILM CALLED RAZOR BLADE SMILE IN 2008…THE ACTRESS IN THE FILM, WHO ALSO OWNS THE NAME, KNOWS US AND HAS ALLOWED US THE USE OF THE NAME SO BRING ON THE LAWYERS IT WILL GET US EVEN MORE PUBLICITY AND ONCE IT IS DONE WE CAN ALL MEET OUTSIDE THE COURT AND FIGHT OVER IT LIKE MEN AND NOT PUSSIES USIN LAWYERS TO FIGHT FOR YA..

  4. and just to clarify….we are playing the G.G.I. in glasgow this year on 28+29 sept….and we played ireland G.G.I. 2 years ago..

  5. mad davy drummer for the band

    ill dae aw the fighting wae lawyers…lol….FUCK EM……

  6. calm down, troops. Thanks for clarity on shows, Roddy.

  7. Words for RAZORBLADE SMILE

    GREETINGS:

    I AM A SIXTY-ONE-YEAR-OLD FACTORY WORKER WHO LIVES NEAR GARDEN PRAIRIE, ILLINOIS. I HAVE ALWAYS ENJOYED WRITING, MOSTLY POLITICAL OR HISTORICAL STUFF. BEGINNING IN 2013, I BEGAN TO WRITE A BUNCH OF POEMS. INSIDE, YOU’LL FIND A FEW OF MY EARLIEST COMPOSITIONS, ALONG WITH MY LATEST EFFORTS. IT’S BEEN FUN! SINCE THEN, I HAVE BEEN ON A SEARCH TO FIND SOMEONE WHO LIKES MY WORDS ENOUGH TO “MUSIC-IZE” THEM.

    HERE’S HOPING THAT YOU ARE THE ONE.

    BEST WISHES,

    TIM MILLS
    8259 GRANGE HALL ROAD
    GARDEN PRAIRIE, ILLINOIS
    61038
    USA

    CELL (815)871-6272

    A FOOL WHO FIGHTS FOR HIS OWN CHAINS

    HE STANDS BEFORE THE WHITE HOUSE AND HEAVES A HAPLESS HOLLER
    HE WAVES THE SLAVERY FLAG; IN A LOVE TO HATE HE WALLERS.

    HE’S A FOOL WHO FIGHTS FOR HIS OWN CHAINS
    MISTA BIG STUFF BEAMS AT HIM WITH PRIDE
    HE WON’T DEPEND UPON HIS OWN BRAINS
    WHATEVER NEEDS DOIN’ BIG STUFF DECIDES.

    MISTA BIG STUFF ROUNDS UP FOOLS LIKE HIM FROM NORTH SOUTH EAST & WEST
    AND PICKLES THEM IN TUBS OF PEKOE RIGHT UP TO THEIR CHESTS.

    HE’S A FOOL WHO FIGHTS FOR HIS OWN CHAINS
    MISTA BIG STUFF BEAMS AT HIM WITH PRIDE
    HE WON’T DEPEND UPON HIS OWN BRAINS
    IN BIG STUFF’S REALM HE SHALL RESIDE.

    HE’LL SHINES UP BIG STUFF’S GOLF CLUBS INTO A GORGEOUS HUE
    HE’S BETTER THAN ALL THE OTHER FOOLS; HE GETS TO CADDY’EM, TOO.

    HE’S A FOOL WHO FIGHTS FOR HIS OWN CHAINS
    MISTA BIG STUFF BEAMS AT HIM WITH PRIDE
    HE WON’T DEPEND UPON HIS OWN BRAINS
    WHATEVER NEEDS DOIN’ BIG STUFF DECIDES.

    HE TRUSTS MISTA BIG STUFF’S CLAPTRAP AND SWALLOWS EVERY WORD
    HE ‘GURGITATES WITH GUSTO AS HE CLAMORS TO BE HEARD.

    HE’S A FOOL WHO FIGHTS FOR HIS OWN CHAINS
    MISTA BIG STUFF BEAMS AT HIM WITH PRIDE
    HE WON’T DEPEND UPON HIS OWN BRAINS
    IN BIG STUFF’S REALM HE SHALL RESIDE.

    “THESE PEOPLE DON’T BELONG!” HE BARKS. “THEY’RE FRUIT OF A POISONOUS TREE!”
    I WISH THAT HE’D JUST RECOGNIZE WE’RE ALL ONE PEDIGREE.

    I’D TELL HIM:

    YOU’RE A FOOL TO FIGHT TO KEEP US CHAINED
    YOU GOTTA CHANGE YOUR TACK
    WE ALL WANT TO GO FORWARD
    BUT YOU WILL HOLD US BACK.

    HE CLAIMS THAT HE’S A PATRIOT AND WE’RE THE ENEMY
    CAN’T SEE BEYOND MISTA BIG STUFF TO OUR COMMONALITY.

    HE’S A FOOL WHO FIGHTS FOR HIS OWN CHAINS
    MISTA BIG STUFF BEAMS AT HIM WITH PRIDE
    HE WON’T DEPEND UPON HIS OWN BRAINS
    WHATEVER NEEDS DOIN’ BIG STUFF DECIDES.

    ONE DAY HE’LL ABSORB MY WORDS, I HOPE IT WON’T BE LONG
    HE’LL GIVE BIG STUFF A MIGHTY SHOVE AND THEN HE’LL SING THIS SONG:

    “I WAS A FOOL TO FIGHT FOR MY OWN CHAINS
    MISTA BIG STUFF ALWAYS LIED
    FROM NOW ON I’LL USE MY OWN BRAINS
    AND JOIN MY BROTHER’S SIDE.” [2013]


    AIN’T GONNA PLAY NO BLUES ANYMORE

    WELL I AIN’T GONNA PLAY NO BLUES ANYMORE
    AIN’T GONNA PLAY NO BLUES ANYMORE
    AIN’T GONNA PLAY NO BLUES ANYMORE
    ‘CAUSE IT DON’T DO ME NO GOOD – NO GOOD
    IT DON’T DO ME NO GOOD.

    WELL I AIN’T GONNA DRINK NO BOOZE ANYMORE
    AIN’T GONNA DRINK NO BOOZE ANYMORE
    AIN’T GONNA DRINK NO BOOZE ANYMORE
    ‘CAUSE IT DON’T DO ME NO GOOD – NO GOOD
    IT DON’T DO ME NO GOOD.

    WELL I AIN’T GONNA WEAR THESE RUNNIN’ SHOES ANYMORE
    AIN’T GONNA WEAR THESE RUNNIN’ SHOES ANYMORE
    AIN’T GONNA WEAR THESE RUNNIN’ SHOES ANYMORE
    ‘CAUSE IT DON’T DO ME NO GOOD – NO GOOD
    IT DON’T DO ME NO GOOD. [1977]

    BETTER WITH YOUR STUPID FACE COVERED
    I SAW YOU ON TV YELLIN’ AT KIDS SHROUDED CROWDED ON A BUS
    RIGHT THEN IT SEEMED AS YOU SCREWBALLS JUST SCREAMED
    THAT LADY LIBERTY’S GOT LUNGS FULL OF PUS
    ‘CAUSE THEY’RE YEARNING TO BREATHE FREE
    TO BE SAFE IN THE ARMS OF THEIR FAMILIES
    BUT YOU SAID USA USA GO AWAY
    YOU CAN’T STAY IN THE ALAMO TODAY
    MUCH LESS FOUR SCORE N SEVEN YEARS
    THE GUV SAYS HE’S THE GUY WHO STEERS
    SEGREGATION NOW TOMORROW FOREVER
    EYES N EARS DON’T SEE DON’T HEAR THE LEVER
    WHAT’S REALLY GOIN’ ON WHILE THOSE SPONGES YOU SALUTE
    LAUGHIN’ ALWAYS TO THE BANK OF ILL-REPUTE
    AS YOUR 7TH INNING STRETCH AWAITS
    YOU’RE STILL A SECTION EIGHT TREND-SETTER
    N YOU’D LOOK A WHOLE LOT BETTER
    WITH YOUR STUPID FACE COVERED UP BY UNDERPANTS
    WHILE FEARLESS RED THE ELEPHANT RANTS
    ‘BOUT ‘PEACHIN’ THE PREZ SINGIN’ GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH
    HIS RUTHLESS MARCHIN’ ON-N-N-WARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS
    MORE WORRIED ‘BOUT THEIR FOLGER’S
    THAN KIDS WHO RIDE THE BEAST THRU MEXICO JUST TO MEET
    NEW N INTERESTING GRINGOS WHO EAT LOS VENDEDORES TREATS
    N OPEN CARRY THEIR KIMBER GUNS OF NAVARONE
    HECKUVA MOVIE DONTCHA KNOW YOU NEED LEATHER HANDS TO HOE
    WHICH WAY THE HATE GROWS UP TO BE A WIDE-EYED
    BOLL WEEVIL STATE SENATOR SON OF A ‘PLIANCE SALESMAN
    N NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH COMMANDER DAMN GOOD RIGHT HANDER
    WHO KEPT AN EYE OUT FOR THEM TADPOLES ON THE BLOCK

    TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK
    MORE SOONER THAN LATER HUNGER AWAKENS
    THE FORSAKEN UNSEEN UNSUNG DEMEANED AMONG
    ALL OTHERS SO NUMBERED AS COMMON LIVESTOCK
    THAT ONCE UNCHAINED WE BLAST OFF EARTHSHAKEN
    FROM A VISIONARY FAST TO A SIT-DOWN
    FUNK-DRIVEN DINNER AT LAST [2014]

    BIG TOE KNUCKLE

    THROWIN’ UP GRAVEL IN A SIXTY-SIX JIMMY
    PASSIN’ ‘ROUND THE CONTRABAND WHEN HE SAYS GIMME
    BEEN KNOWN TO KNOCK YOUR LIGHTS OUT
    WITH A SOCK FULL OF BUCKLES
    GOTTA LONG TRAIN OF KIDS TO PLAY
    WITH BABIES WHO SUCKLE

    WE CALL HIM
    BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    CALL HIM BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    CALL HIM BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    N SHIRLEY HIS WIFE KNOWS WHY

    ‘MEMBER THAT TIME WHEN THE KLUXERS RODE IN
    WITH THE LOUISVILLE SLUGGERS N THE BOTTOM SHELF GIN
    BIG TOE JUMPED OUT IN FRONT
    WITH A SAWED-OFF TEN
    N WHEN IT WAS DONE NO ONE WAS STANDING BUT HIM
    N THE ONLY LIVIN’ SOUND WAS THE MEN WHO COULD RUCKLE

    IT SOUNDED LIKE
    PLEASE MISTER KNUCKLE
    MISTER BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    OH PLEASE DON’T LET ME DIE

    ‘MEMBER THAT TIME WHEN BIG TOE MET SHIRLEY
    BEFORE THEY GOT HITCHED
    HER MAIDEN NAME WAS SURLY
    THEY HADDA LOTTA STUFF IN COMMON
    BOTH OF THEM WERE BURLY
    PUT A BOTTLE IN BETWEEN ‘EM
    IT WON’T BE VERY LONG
    BEFORE THEY’RE LAUGHIN’ N SINGIN’
    N THE BOURBON IS GONE

    MISTER BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    HIS MAMA CALLED HIM CURLEY
    ‘TIL HE MARRIED SHIRLEY SURLY
    WHO RUBBED HIS BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    ON HER UNDULATIN’ THIGHS

    WE HADDA UNION MEETIN’ ‘BOUT HALF PAST EIGHT
    TOE EMPTIED THE BAR
    N SHOUTED DON’T BE LATE
    WE COUNTED ALL THE BALLOTS
    N THEN THERE WAS A CHUCKLE
    THAT PALOOKA WITH THE CHARMS
    WILL BE OUR SERGEANT AT ARMS

    WE VOTED FOR
    BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    WE VOTED FOR BIG TOE
    N THAT’S NO LIE
    WE CALL HIM BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    WE CALL HIM BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    WE CALL HIM BIG TOE KNUCKLE
    N SHIRLEY HIS WIFE KNOWS WHY [2014]

    BOTTLIN’ BLUES

    PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR ‘CAUSE I THINK I’M SICK.
    WON’T YA PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR ‘CAUSE I THINK I’M ILL.
    I’M SICK OF BOTTLIN’ THESE VITAMINS – BOTTLIN’ THESE PILLS
    YA GOTTA KNOW – GOTTA KNOW – GOTTA KNOW THAT I’VE HAD MY FILL.

    MY EYES ARE HYPNOTIZED AS THE PILLS GO DANCIN’ BY.
    MY EYES ARE HYPNOTIZED AS THE PILLS GO DANCIN’ BY.
    WHILE THE BOTTLES KEEP THE RHYTHM
    CATCH THE VITAMINS ON THE FLY.

    PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR ‘CAUSE I THINK I’M SICK.
    WON’T YA PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR ‘CAUSE I THINK I’M ILL.
    I’M SICK OF SMELLIN’ THESE VITAMINS – SMELLIN’ THESE PILLS
    YA GOTTA KNOW – GOTTA KNOW – GOTTA KNOW THAT I’VE HAD MY FILL.

    SEVENTY-SEVEN DOLLARS AND FORTY-FIVE CENTS.
    THEY GIMME SEVENTY-SEVEN DOLLARS AND FORTY-FIVE CENTS.
    IT’LL BUY GROCERIES & WHISKEY.
    IT’LL JUST ABOUT PAY THE RENT.

    PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR ‘CAUSE I THINK I’M SICK.
    WON’T YA PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR ‘CAUSE I THINK I’M ILL.
    I’M SICK OF HAULIN’ THESE VITAMINS – HAULIN THESE PILLS
    YA GOTTA KNOW – GOTTA KNOW – GOTTA KNOW THAT I’VE HAD MY FILL.

    YA BETTER WATCH WHAT YOU SAY, MAN; KEEP YER VOICE DOWN LOW.
    BETTER WATCH WHAT YOU SAY, MAN; KEEP YER VOICE DOWN LOW.
    BETTER KEEP IT TO YERSELF, MAN
    ‘FORE THE SUPER SAYS YA GOTTA GO – GOTTA GO – GOTTA GO – GOTTA GO.

    OH WON’T YA PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR ‘CAUSE I THINK I’M SICK.
    PLEASE CALL THE DOCTOR ‘CAUSE I THINK I’M ILL.
    I’M SICK OF BOTTLIN’ THESE VITAMINS – BOTTLIN’ THESE PILLS
    I SAY IF YOU CAN AFFORD ‘EM – YOU DON’T NEED ‘EM.
    BUT I WON’T STEAL ‘EM – SO I WON’T EAT ‘EM.
    YA GOTTA KNOW – GOTTA KNOW – GOTTA KNOW – YA GOTTA KNOW THAT I’VE HAD MY FILL. [1977]

    CARRYIN’ THE MAIL

    IF YOU WANNA ALTERCATE WITH ME
    SAINT PETE HE’S WAITIN’ AT THE GATE YOU SEE
    SO YOU BETTER GET IT STRAIGHT IN THIS LIFE – SON
    I’M A BUSTED FLUSH AIN’T NO FORTUNATE ONE
    I GOTTA FOLDING KNIFE BUT IT’S JUST FOR FUN
    IN MY BOOT I GOTTA SUPER-LITE THIRTY-EIGHT GUN
    WHEN THE SHOOTIN’ STARTS BE TOO LATE TO RUN
    DONTCHA KNOW IT’S A DOUBLE ACTION ONLY
    THERE’LL BE JUST ONE LESS
    LITTLE LORD CALVERT
    N I WON’T BE LONELY

    WHEN I BEEN CARRYIN’ THE MAIL
    CARRYIN’ THE MAIL
    WHEN I BEEN CARRYIN’ THE MAIL
    BOUND TO WIN NOT FAIL
    I KNOW I GOT MY STYLE

    HOLLYWOOD FOLKS DRINKIN’ IN A CADILLAC CAR
    TIP THE BI-LINGUAL DRIVERS WHO PLAY THE GUITAR
    HERE’S A RIGHTEOUS LIBERAL WHO JUST CAN’T BE LATE
    BE GRATEFUL THAT HIS WARDROBE HAS LOST SOME WEIGHT
    JOIN HIS ENTOURAGE AT THE WHITEWALL GARAGE
    OR THE SHOE-SHINE CREW AT THE EYEBALL MASSAGE
    NOT TOO FAST YOU GOTTA YEARN TO STOOP
    TO ENJOY THE BOSS’S MEAL
    YOU GOTTA SAVOR THE POOP
    LET IT SIMMER IN YOUR HEAD THEN GIVE IT A CHURN
    HIS CERTIFIED PET MONKEY’S GOTTA LOT TO LEARN

    WHEN YOU’RE DRIVIN’ HIS CAR
    PLAYIN’ HIS GUITAR
    WHEN YOU CAN’T BE LATE
    HIS SHIT AIN’T LOST NO WEIGHT
    HE’S A MIGHTY LONG WAY FROM STYLE

    MEET PALM READERS PARAPLEGIC FEEDERS
    CELEBRITY STALKERS ZIP CODE TALKERS
    WHO GREET HERMAN THE GERMAN DOORMAN
    WITH A TURQUOISE VEST
    MEET THE GUY WHO WE ALL CALL THE BEST-DRESSED
    BROWN BANANA EATIN’ ARMY SURPLUS’D SOLDIER
    KEEPS HIS CORNED-BEEF HASH IN A EMPTY CAN OF FOLGER’S
    WHO PUSHES THAT CART N POUNDS HIS CHEST
    THAT THEIR IN-HOCK WAGES CAN’T INVEST
    FETCH A FURNISHED ROOM IN A JUNKIE’S NEST

    TO RUMINATE A RUMMAGE SALE
    GUARANTEE A GARBAGE PAIL
    A RUMMAGE SALE
    A GARBAGE PAIL
    N THEY STILL GOT THAT STYLE

    DONTCHA KNOW IT’S A DOUBLE ACTION ONLY
    THERE’LL BE JUST ONE LESS
    LITTLE LORD CALVERT
    N I WON’T BE LONELY

    WHEN I BEEN CARRYIN’ THE MAIL
    CARRYIN’ THE MAIL
    WHEN I BEEN CARRYIN’ THE MAIL
    BOUND TO WIN NOT FAIL
    I KNOW I GOT MY STYLE [2014]

    DESIGNATED DRIVER

    YOU WON’T FEEL LOWDOWN ‘TIL YOU PICK YOURSELF UP
    IT COULD BE THAT YOUR LIPS GOT ATTRACTED TO THE CUP
    YOU WON’T HEAR THE SILENCE ‘TIL YOU MAKE A BIG NOISE
    YOU CAN’T SPOT THE HATFIELDS ‘TIL YOU KNOW THE REAL MCCOYS.

    DESIGNATED DRIVER
    EVERYBODY NEEDS ONE
    IF YOU’RE AT HOME IN YOUR OWN HEAD
    YOU DON’T HAVE TO RUN
    DESIGNATED DRIVER
    NOT THE JUDGE AND NOT THE JURY
    FORGIVE YOURSELF AND ME, TOO
    FOR HEALTH AND NOT FOR WORRY.

    YOU WON’T FEEL SICKLY ‘TIL YOU START TO GET WELL
    WON’T SEE A GLIMPSE OF HEAVEN ‘TIL YOU’VE SEEN A LOTTA HELL
    YOU LEARN ABOUT THE CHASE WHEN THE GUM BALLS FLICKER
    ‘CAUSE THE RED HOT CHAMPIONS, THEY HAUL CORN LIQUOR.

    DESIGNATED DRIVER
    EVERYBODY NEEDS ONE
    IF YOU’RE AT HOME IN YOUR OWN HEAD
    YOU DON’T HAVE TO RUN
    DESIGNATED DRIVER
    NOT THE JUDGE AND NOT THE JURY
    FORGIVE YOURSELF AND ME, TOO
    FOR HEALTH AND NOT FOR WORRY.

    ‘CAUSE YOU GET THE SCOOP FROM MY WORDS LEFT UNSPOKEN
    AND BROTHERHOOD MEANS MORE TO YOU THAN FAKE HOLLOW TOKENS
    I TRUST YOU AT THE TILLER SAME AS BEFORE AND HEREAFTER
    WE’LL NAVIGATE THE BUMPY ROADS AND WE’LL SHARE ALL THE LAUGHTER.

    DESIGNATED DRIVER
    EVERYBODY NEEDS ONE
    IF YOU’RE AT HOME IN YOUR OWN HEAD
    YOU DON’T HAVE TO RUN
    DESIGNATED DRIVER
    NOT THE JUDGE AND NOT THE JURY
    FORGIVE YOURSELF AND ME, TOO
    FOR HEALTH AND NOT FOR WORRY. [2014]

    D-O-D TEN-THIRTY-THREE ON ME

    O WHAT A BLOODY SIGHT
    FOR THE LACK OF BEIN’ SUFFICIENTLY WHITE
    TO SEE THE YOUNG MAN DIE – SIX TIMES SHOT
    FOR GRABBIN’ ILL-GOTTEN GAINS THE CAMERA DISPLAYS HE GOT
    IN AFTERLIFE HIS REPUTATION STAINED FOR DOIN’
    WHAT LOVIN’ BROTHERS SAY MATTERS NOT
    WHAT THE HELL WE DOIN’ TO YOUNGSTERS ANYMORE
    MAKES A GUY WANNA TEAR UP HIZZONER’S ASS
    TO EVEN UP THE SCORE
    O HEAR MY WARNING YOU KIDS ‘ROUND HERE
    ‘CAUSE THE MAN THESE DAYS COMES LOADED FOR BEAR
    N HE AIN’T FOOLIN’ OR TRYIN’ YOU OUT – JUST TO SCARE
    N FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE DONTCHA RUN AWAY FROM THE COPS
    IN THE BROAD DAY LIGHT
    OR TALK BACK TO A BADGE WHEN YER ALL ALONE
    IN THE DARK OF NIGHT

    MY COUNTRY ‘TIS OF THEE SWEET LAND OF LIBERTY
    DONTCHA LAY YOUR D-O-D TEN-THIRTY-THREE ON ME

    O WHAT DIDYA THINK WOULD HAPPEN WHEN THE D-O-D
    STARTED HANDIN’ OUT ALL OF THAT MILITARY SHIT FOR FREE
    ALL IN THE NAME OF THE WAR ON DOPE
    THE INCARCERATION INDUSTRY
    THE DEPARTMENT OF FATHERLAND SECURITY
    N THEY CALL IT PROGRAM TEN-THIRTY-THREE
    THIS NEIGHBORHOOD’S NOT ONE OF YER PRIVATE COLONIES
    SO YA BETTER WAKE UP N PAY ATTENTION TO ME
    ‘CAUSE WE’RE GONNA DO WHAT WE GOTTA DO
    TO MAKE OURSELVES FREE
    JUST YOU WAIT N SEE SERGEANT HAMBURGER HANK
    YOU’LL HAVE NOBODY BUT YERSELVES TO THANK
    WHEN WE HAVE TO START ALL OVER FROM SCRATCH
    SO IF YOU WANNA HANG ONTO THAT SHERMAN TANK
    YOU BETTER LOCK N LOAD N BUTTON UP THE HATCH

    MY COUNTRY ‘TIS OF THEE SWEET LAND OF LIBERTY
    DONTCHA LAY YOUR D-O-D TEN-THIRTY-THREE ON ME [2014]


    DON’T THROW YOUR LOVE AWAY

    I’M TELLIN’ YOU NOW
    YOU’RE GONNA PAY
    IF YOU THROW YOUR LOVE AWAY
    ‘CAUSE IF YA DO
    YOU’LL BE SORRY SOMEDAY
    YOU’LL BE SORRY SOMEDAY.

    I KNEW THIS GIRL
    IT MAKES ME FROWN
    JUST THINKIN’- JUST THINKIN’
    HOW SHE HAD ME DRIVE MY TRUCK NEARLY ALL OVER TOWN
    BUT I DID IT
    I JUST THREW MY LOVE AWAY
    I JUST THREW IT ALL AWAY.

    I SAW HER LAST NIGHT
    IN A ROCK & ROLL BAR
    SHE WOULDN’T LOOK INTO MY EYES ANY MORE
    BUT THAT’S OK
    I HAD NOT A THING TO SAY
    I HAD NOT A THING TO SAY ANYWAY.

    NOW ALL YOU COLLEGE BOYS
    COMIN’ INTO TOWN
    YOU’RE LOOKIN’ FOR GOOD TIMES
    GOOD TIMES – GOOD TIMES
    AND THERE AIN’T NONE AROUND
    WELL I HOPE YOU FIND THEM
    JUST DON’T THROW YOUR LOVE AWAY
    DON’T YOU THROW IT ALL AWAY. [1975]

    FULL SCALE

    WHEN RUTH’S UNFAILING FAITH N STALWART FRIENDSHIP BUYS A FOOL’S GOLDEN TOOTH
    N THE QUEUE AT THE PORT-O-POTTY SPELLS COMIC RELIEF FROM THE THRIVING WIENER CONCESSION IN THE VIRTUOUS CONFESSION BOOTH
    N YOU SPEND LIFE’S LAUGHTER CARRYIN’ TO RETRIEVE AN EMPTY PAIL
    YOU KNOW IT’S TIME – IT’S TIME – HIGH TIME TO GO FULL SCALE.

    YOU NEED REVOLTING RUDIMENTS TO GO FULL SCALE
    N UNFLINCHING TESTAMENTS FOR JOSHUA’S SOULFUL WAIL
    THAT JERICHO’S WALLS WOULD CRUMBLE BY DIGGIN’ FOR UNHOLY GRAIL
    THAT YAHWEH READS – A LOS POBRECITOS – FROM SUBATOMIC HOLY BRAILLE.

    SAMSON GETS DELILAH HAMMERED FROM TWENTY CHEAP WARM BEERS
    N GIVES HER HAIR A SHEPHERD’S CUT WITH DULL N RUSTY SHEARS
    COULD BE PORNO THAT YOU’RE WATCHING ‘LONG WITH DRUNKEN NAVIGATORS
    COULD BE THE SOCIAL SCHEME’S TURNED DOWNSIDE UP FOR SUNKEN VACILLATORS.

    YOU NEED REVOLTING RUDIMENTS TO GO FULL SCALE
    N UNFLINCHING TESTAMENTS FOR JOSHUA’S SOULFUL WAIL
    THAT JERICHO’S WALLS WOULD CRUMBLE BY DIGGIN’ FOR UNHOLY GRAIL
    THAT YAHWEH READS – A LOS POBRECITOS – FROM SUBATOMIC HOLY BRAILLE.

    RABBI LENNY PLAYED HARD SHROUDED N WINDOWED FROM WORRIED GENTILE EYES
    WITH SHADES IN SHADOWS HIS FLOCK THEY’D PRANCE IN SODOMITE DISGUISE
    RAINCOATED WITHOUT PANTS HE CHANTS “JUDGE ME NOT IF EXODUS MEANS BROOKLYN TO WHITE PLAINS”
    DEMOTED N ERODED HE RANTS “GRUDGE ME NOT IF PASSOVER MEANS SQUARES PASSED-OVER FOR BRAINS.”

    YOU NEED REVOLTING RUDIMENTS TO GO FULL SCALE
    N UNFLINCHING TESTAMENTS FOR JOSHUA’S SOULFUL WAIL
    THAT JERICHO’S WALLS WOULD CRUMBLE BY DIGGIN’ FOR UNHOLY GRAIL
    THAT YAHWEH READS – A LOS POBRECITOS – FROM SUBATOMIC HOLY BRAILLE.

    DON THE BAPTIST SHOUTED LOUD N PAINTED SMOKED N BOWED WHEN HE JOKED WITH THE BUZZING FLIES
    RHYTHM WITHOUT FEAR HE EMIGRATED THRU THE MIRROR THEN WAVED TO WOLF WHO HOWLS N CRIES:
    “DID GOD’S FISH WRESTLE WITH NOAH’S VESSEL? DID JONAH GET ‘GURGITATED BY THE WHALE?”
    DON FARTED PROUD N FAINTED ‘WOKE N SPOKE KOWTOWED:
    “GOD’S AROMATIC SPHINCTER TROUT WITH OSCILLATING POROUS TAIL?”

    YOU NEED REVOLTING RUDIMENTS TO GO FULL SCALE
    N UNFLINCHING TESTAMENTS FOR JOSHUA’S SOULFUL WAIL
    THAT JERICHO’S WALLS WOULD CRUMBLE BY DIGGIN’ FOR UNHOLY GRAIL
    THAT YAHWEH READS – A LOS POBRECITOS – FROM SUBATOMIC HOLY BRAILLE. [2014]

    GOTTA BE THERE
    THERE’S A BIG SALE ‘CROSS TOWN AT THE GIDDY-UP-N-GO
    THEY GOT MAC N CHEESE
    FROZE CARROTS N PEAS
    GONNA PUSH A CART DOWN TO THE BUS STOP GOTTA BLOW

    YA GOTTA BE-E-E THERE DONTCHA KNOW MY UNCLE
    WENT N CHANGED HIS NAME TO SCAM
    HE GETS TO TELL ME
    WHO I AM WHAT I AM
    HOW I’M FREE TO RAKE IN
    ALL OF THAT PAY
    AT ONLY TWO PART-TIME JOBS A DAY
    FOR THE EAGLE TO FLY
    YA DON’T NEED TO SAY

    YEAH YA GOTTA BE-E-E THERE DONTCHA KNOW THEY HADDA
    BIG MEETIN’ OF THE PTA
    WHERE HIZZONER DROPPED IN
    HADDA A LOT TO SAY
    ‘BOUT THE SHOOTIN’ GOIN’ ON
    IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD
    I SAID YER GAWDAMN RIGHT
    IF IT’S UNDERSTOOD
    YA DON’T LIVE WHERE I LIVE
    WHERE THE BULLETS TAKE AWAY
    N THEY ALWAYS LEAVE A SIEVE

    ‘CAUSE YA GOTTA BE-E-E THERE DONTCHA KNOW I GOTTA
    LETTER IN THE MAIL TODAY
    HOW TO BE A GO-GETTER
    THE AMERICAN WAY
    IF I’D ONLY STUFF MORE IN MY 401-K
    N THE SKY’LL BE THE LIMIT
    WITH EVERY DOLLAR IN IT
    TROUBLE IS GOT NO SUCH THING
    GOT NO DOUGH IN THE BANK
    GOTTA CHEESE-EATIN’ CHECK CASHER TO THANK

    SO YA GOTTA BE-E-E THERE DONTCHA KNOW I HOPE YA
    TOP-SHELF TOOLS LEARN THE SHORT SHRIFT
    FROM THE EARLY SHIFT
    NEAR THE ELEVATED
    YOU GET UNDERRATED
    N PROSTRATED
    N DOMESTICATED
    N RETAILED BY THIRD RAIL WANNABE KINGS
    CAN YOU FOOLS HEAR THE CHIMES OF FREEDOM RING

    THEN YA GOTTA BE-E-E THERE DONTCHA KNOW THERE’S A
    BIG SALE ‘CROSS TOWN AT THE GIDDY-UP-N-GO [2014]

    HACKS N HACKTRESSES

    NO MATTER FROM WHICH SIDE OF THE ISLE
    THEY MANAGE WITH PRETENTIOUS GUILE
    THEY SUFFER SO FUCKIN’ WELL FROM SELFISH PITY
    ALTHOUGH IT’S THEIR VERY OWN CAPITOL-IST CITY
    THEY CUMULATE HEAVY CORPORATE SACKS
    WE DODGE THE RADII OF THE PENDULUM AX

    BECAUSE THEY PERCH ON DYNASTIC MATTRESSES
    WE’LL CALL THEM SIMPLY HACKS N HACKTRESSES

    HE’S MISSPOKEN JIM CROW’S NOT JOKIN’ ‘BOUT THE SUN-DOWN TOWNS N THE KLAN
    SO FOLKS BACK HOME CAN PLAINLY SEE A CHAMPION NATURAL GOD-FEARING TAN
    IN A SHIRT WITH NO TIE BORN N RAISED AT THE LOCAL TV STATION
    HE’LL CIVILIZE OUR AGITATION TO MAKE IT FITTING FOR FACE THE NATION
    AFTER ALL “THE PEOPLES’ BUSINESS” IS ONLY A HOBBY
    HE MAKES A WHOLE LOT MORE HANGIN’ OUT IN THE LOBBY

    BECAUSE THEY PERCH ON DYNASTIC MATTRESSES
    WE’LL CALL THEM SIMPLY HACKS N HACKTRESSES

    SHE STRUTS ABOUT LIKE AN ARTISAN WHO MENDED A GREAT BIG CRACK
    BUT IT WAS OUR KIDS WHO CARRIED THE TORCH N SHE JUST WANTS TO SEND THEM BACK
    THE YOUNGSTERS GAVE THE JOB THEIR BEST PUT THEIR SPARKLIN’ BRAND NEW LIVES RIGHT IN IT
    HELL NO NOT MORE DROP OF BLOOD HELL NO NOT ONE MORE BULLET HELL NO NOT ONE MORE MINUTE
    I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO STRAIGHTEN THIS PLANET OUT
    BUT DON’T DELIVER UP OUR KIDS AGAIN TO WIN THE TITLE BOUT

    BECAUSE THEY PERCH ON DYNASTIC MATTRESSES
    WE’LL CALL THEM SIMPLY HACKS N HACKTRESSES

    SO YOU CHOSE WORKING-CLASSROOM STRUGGLE WITH A KINDERGARTEN TEACHER
    BUT WOUND UP AT A CAMP MEETIN’ WITH A K STREET HACK WHO PARODIES A PREACHER
    MAKE THE REPAIR DON’T LET THEM DEFEAT YOU
    ACCOMMODATE THE DARE DON’T ALLOW THEM TO DELETE YOU
    DIG IT MAN DIG IT UP N RETURN THE DEFECATION
    SET THE SPARK MAN LIGHT IT UP N BREAK THROUGH OBFUSCATION

    WHEN WE FINALLY OVERTHROW THEIR DYNASTY OF MATTRESSES
    WE’LL ISSUE WORK BOOTS TO ALL THE HACKS N HACKTRESSES
    HONEST LABOR IS THE DOORWAY TO PROSPERITY N PEACE
    SO WE’LL DISH OUT LOAVES N FISHES IN TRADE FOR ELBOW GREASE
    IN TRADE FOR ELBOW GREASE
    TRADE FOR ELBOW GREASE
    FOR ELBOW GREASE
    ELBOW GREASE [2014]

    HANDS

    THEY READ OUR E-MAIL THAT THEY SCAN
    ALL THE RICH PEOPLE ARE THEIR FANS
    THEY TREAT THE REST OF US LIKE WE’RE SPRING LAMBS
    THEY WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN THEIR HANDS

    FOR GOD’S CREATION THEY GOTTA BIG PLAN
    FOR GAS STATIONS AT THEIR COMMAND
    FOR PROVOCATION OF TRAFFIC JAMS
    THEY WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN THEIR HANDS

    THEY WANT THEIR MONEY UNFURLED IN EVERY LAND
    THEY TURN FRUITED PLAINS INTO HOT DOG STANDS
    THEY STAMP EVERYTHING WITH THEIR OWN BRAND
    THEY WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN THEIR HANDS

    THEY PUT THE RIGHT TO VOTE IN A GARBAGE CAN
    THEY PLUG UP THE AIRWAVES WITH THEIR DEMANDS
    THEY SAY THEY’RE TOO BIG TO FAIL LIKE THE HOOVER DAM
    THEY WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN THEIR HANDS

    THEY WANT THEIR MONEY UNFURLED IN EVERY LAND
    THEY TURN FRUITED PLAINS INTO HOT DOG STANDS
    THEY STAMP EVERYTHING WITH THEIR OWN BRAND
    THEY WANT THE WHOLE WORLD IN THEIR HANDS

    IF WE LAY OUR BODIES DOWN TO SLEEP
    WE KNOW AS WE SOW SO SHALL WE REAP
    WHEN WIDE AWAKE WE CAN MAKE A CLEAN SWEEP
    A NEW WORLD’S POSSIBLE FOR ALL TO KEEP

    WE’LL HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD IN OUR HANDS
    WE’LL HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD IN OUR HANDS
    WE’LL HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD IN OUR HANDS
    WE’LL HAVE THE WHOLE WORLD IN OUR HANDS [2014]


    I CALL HIM MY OLD MAN

    I HUNTED RABBITS, RATS AND POP CANS IN MY YOUNGSTER YEARS
    WHERE SADLY, NOW, A NORTH-SOUTH FLYWAY RUNS THRU THE COUNTY
    I DROVE A JIMMY ‘CROSS CORN ROWS THE WAY A YOUNGSTER STEERS
    MY OLD MAN AND I MADE FIREWOOD AND STACKED UP ALL THE BOUNTY.

    I CALL HIM MY OLD MAN ‘CAUSE HE WAS RUFF ‘ROUND THE EDGES
    LIKE A CORD OF SEASONED OAK FOR A FRANKLIN STOVE
    WITH LONELY FARM BOY MANNERS AND U.S. NAVY BLUES
    HE BROUGHT HOME A HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER’S PAY…
    AND SERVED AS YOUTH ADVISOR OF THE BELVIDERE FFA.

    OUR CHAIN SAW WAS A-RING-RING-RINGIN’ WHEN WE FELT
    A WIZZER WAVE GOOD-BYE YE-E-E-OW BEFORE IT WAVED HELLO
    MY OLD MAN HOLLER’D SHUT IT DOWN AND THEN CAME ANOTHER WIZZER
    IT TWENTY-TWO’D A SAPLING AND LEFT A BUTTON-HOLE.

    I CALL HIM MY OLD MAN ‘CAUSE HE WAS RUFF ‘ROUND THE EDGES
    LIKE A CORD OF SEASONED OAK FOR A FRANKLIN STOVE
    WITH LONELY FARM BOY MANNERS AND U.S. NAVY BLUES
    HE BROUGHT HOME A HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER’S PAY…
    AND SERVED AS YOUTH ADVISOR OF THE BELVIDERE FFA.

    WALKIN’ THE RAILROAD TRACKS WERE TWO KIDS RIFLE PLINKIN’
    MY OLD MAN HE LIT INTO THEM LIKE A COW CHOIR BAWLIN’
    THEY SAID THEY DIDN’T SEE US IN THAT STAND OF TREES
    MY OLD MAN JUST GLARED AND REALLY CRANKED UP THE VOLUME.

    I CALL HIM MY OLD MAN ‘CAUSE HE WAS RUFF ‘ROUND THE EDGES
    LIKE A CORD OF SEASONED OAK FOR A FRANKLIN STOVE
    WITH LONELY FARM BOY MANNERS AND U.S. NAVY BLUES
    HE BROUGHT HOME A HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER’S PAY…
    AND SERVED AS YOUTH ADVISOR OF THE BELVIDERE FFA.

    MY OLD MAN TOLD THOSE KIDS THAT HE HAD HALF A MIND
    TO TAKE AWAY THEIR TWENTY-TWOS N BUST THEM ON THE RAILS
    HEADIN’ BACK TO THE PICK-UP TRUCK MY OLD MAN BARKED AT ME
    IF YOU SHOOT AT WHAT YOU CAN’T SEE I’LL PUT YOURS UP FOR SALE!

    I CALL HIM MY OLD MAN ‘CAUSE HE WAS RUFF ‘ROUND THE EDGES
    LIKE A CORD OF SEASONED OAK FOR A FRANKLIN STOVE
    WITH LONELY FARM BOY MANNERS AND U.S. NAVY BLUES
    HE BROUGHT HOME A HIGH SCHOOL TEACHER’S PAY…
    AND SERVED AS YOUTH ADVISOR OF THE BELVIDERE FFA. [2014]

    IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY

    I DREAMT ‘BOUT THE RENAISSANCE N A GUY NAMED MIKE.
    BACK THEN THEY MASTERED THE MUSKET N SURPLUS’D THE PIKE.
    HE PAINTED THE CEILING OF A BIG FANCY CHURCH.
    HE MUSTA HADDA LADDER OR HE MUSTA BEEN A LURCH.
    BEEN LOTS OF ARTISTS OF EVERY STRIPE
    N SOME HOLY HYMNS ARE TISSUES FIT TO WIPE.
    BUT I DO RECALL WHAT MIKE SAID TO ME
    THAT THE COMMONWEAL LENDS BALANCE AS RARE AS JUBILEE:

    IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY, SHALL WE KEEP THE EARTH BEFITTING?
    SHALL WE BUILD A RIGHTEOUS SETTLEMENT?
    TAKE LESS – GIVE MORE FOR BETTERMENT?
    IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY?

    MY DAD CAME BACK IN MY HEAD ONE NIGHT.
    WALKED OUT OF THE FOG N INTO THE LIGHT.
    SAID IT’S NUTHIN’ LIKE I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE
    BUT IT’S SO-O-O-O GREAT THAT I CAN STILL BE ME!
    IT MAKES ME QUESTION WHAT LIES IN STORE
    FOR AN UNCROWNED INGRATE WHO COVETS ALL BUT STILL WANTS MORE
    WHEN HE STEPS ON SOMEONE ELSE’S CRACK
    FLIES ASS-OVER-APPETITE N BREAKS HIS OWN BACK:

    IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY, SHALL WE KEEP THE EARTH BEFITTING?
    SHALL WE BUILD A RIGHTEOUS SETTLEMENT?
    TAKE LESS – GIVE MORE FOR BETTERMENT?
    IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY?

    I ALWAYS WONDERED WHAT A SWEAT LODGE WAS LIKE.
    DO YOU EXERCISE YOUR POWER THE WAY A BLIND MAN TAKES A HIKE?
    CALL ME HIP SEMANTIC WITH A RED-HOT PENTECOSTAL VISION
    WHO BREAKS THE NIHILISTIC KNIVES OF HOLOCAUSTAL CIRCUMCISION.
    WHEN I WAS A YOUNGSTER I RODE THE METHODIST TRAIN.
    COULD’VE BEEN A MINISTER BUT WIGGLED ‘WAY TO PROCREATE MY INDIGO REFRAIN.
    RATHER THAN TAKE A LIFE-LONG KNEE I STOOD UP TO GRAB THE CELESTIAL KEY.
    EITHER WAY CAN SET YOU FREE IF YOU STILL ABIDE THE REVEILLE:

    IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY, SHALL WE KEEP THE EARTH BEFITTING?
    SHALL WE BUILD A RIGHTEOUS SETTLEMENT?
    TAKE LESS – GIVE MORE FOR BETTERMENT?
    IF GOD PAINTS THE SKY? [2014]

    IT HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY

    READING FROM THE PODIUM HIZZONER PUFFS AND SWEATS
    OF LIFE LIBERTY & HAPPINESS HE HAS NO REGRETS
    THE COURTHOUSE CLOCK STRIKES MIDNIGHT – AS WE TAKE THE BANNERS DOWN
    THE CITY FATHERS’ POSSE QUELLS THE MUTINY IN OUR TOWN.

    IT HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY
    HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY
    YOU COULD WIND UP A GONER WHEN YOU PLEDGE YOUR SACRED HONOR
    IT HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY.

    WHEN ALL THE HOT DOG WRAPPERS ARE THROWN IN THE TRASH
    WHEN HIZZONER TAKES A LIMO RIDE HOME FROM THE BASH
    WHEN ALL THE RABBLEROUSERS ARE NEATLY LOCKED AWAY
    REST ASSURED THAT THERE’S GONNA BE ANOTHER BUSINESS DAY.

    IT HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY
    HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY
    YOU COULD WIND UP A GONER WHEN YOU PLEDGE YOUR SACRED HONOR
    IT HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY.

    NO DOUBT THAT JOHN BROWN’S BODY LIES MOLDERING IN THE GRAVE
    BUT ON THE WAGES TREADMILL RUNS ANOTHER KIND OF SLAVE
    HE’LL SPLURGE ON BRATS N BEANS N BEER THIS INDEPENDENCE DAY
    COME TOMORROW – TO MAKE ENDS MEET – HE’LL BE HUSTLING FOR HIS PAY.

    IT HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY
    HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY
    YOU COULD WIND UP A GONER WHEN YOU PLEDGE YOUR SACRED HONOR
    IT HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY.

    IF YOU’RE AN INSIDER TRADER – CLOSE A DEAL THEN PULL UP STAKES
    AND YOU HEDGE YOUR BETS ON WALL STREET – GUARANTEE THE PILE YOU MAKE
    WAYWARD PILGRIMS MAY GO FISHIN’ ON HIZZONER’S PRIVATE LAKE
    TAKE HEART THAT ON THE NEXT DAY – IT’S THEIR HUMBLE CATCH HE’LL TAKE.

    IT HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY
    HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY
    YOU COULD WIND UP A GONER WHEN YOU PLEDGE YOUR SACRED HONOR
    IT HAPPENS EVERY FIFTH OF JULY. [2013]

    JOHN AND THE HANDYMAN

    I DON’T STUDY THIS BOOK TOO MUCH
    BUT THIS IS WHAT I FOUND
    JOHN SOAKED OUR HEADS N WARNED US ALL
    THAT THE HANDYMAN WAS IN TOWN.

    COUNTER CLOCKWISE COUNTER CLOCKWISE THIS AIN’T NO CUTESY POEM
    GO BACK TO WHERE YOU WERE BEGAT AND CARRY THE PEOPLE HOME.

    JOHN STOOD AMIDST THE CIRCLING CROWDS N HE WOULD SHOUT TO ALL:
    “MEAN N NASTY DRUNK OR DEAD THE HANDYMAN’S HERE ‘TIL DAD MAKES A CALL
    HOW BLESSED ARE THE MEEK – HE’LL GO WHERE NO MAN’S GONE BEFORE
    NO JOB TOO BIG – NO JOB TOO SMALL – FOR THE HANDYMAN IT’S NARY A CHORE.”

    COUNTER CLOCKWISE COUNTER CLOCKWISE THIS AIN’T NO CUTESY POEM
    GO BACK TO WHERE YOU WERE BEGAT AND CARRY THE PEOPLE HOME

    THE HANDYMAN CLIMBED UP A HILL
    THEN TO THE THRONG HE SPOKE:
    “IF YOU PUT YOUR HANDS IN MY HANDS
    DAD’S LOVE FOR YOU HE’LL NE’ER REVOKE.”

    COUNTER CLOCKWISE COUNTER CLOCKWISE THIS AIN’T NO CUTESY POEM
    GO BACK TO WHERE YOU WERE BEGAT AND CARRY THE PEOPLE HOME.

    “DAD SENT ME TO ERASE THE FACES OF JOHN WAYNE GACY’S CLOWNS
    REMEMBER THIS WHEN YOUR COMPASS FAILS OR YOUR WAGON’S BROKEN DOWN
    THAT I MAY STEER THE WARRING TRIBES FROM PEACE THAT’S NEVERLASTING
    THAT I LOWER MY SHIELD ‘ROUND HUMBLE FOLK AGAINST A TYRANT’S LASHING.”

    COUNTER CLOCKWISE COUNTER CLOCKWISE THIS AIN’T NO CUTESY POEM
    GO BACK TO WHERE YOU WERE BEGAT AND CARRY THE PEOPLE HOME

    WHEN ASKED ABOUT THE CLOCK
    HE SAID “TICK-TOCK’S A MORTAL CHAIN
    DAD’S TIME MACHINE IS THE WAY TO FLY
    TO FINAL REST IN HIS DOMAIN.”

    COUNTER CLOCKWISE COUNTER CLOCKWISE THIS AIN’T NO CUTESY POEM
    GO BACK TO WHERE YOU WERE BEGAT AND CARRY THE PEOPLE HOME.
    COUNTER CLOCKWISE COUNTER CLOCKWISE THIS AIN’T NO CUTESY POEM
    GO BACK TO WHERE YOU WERE BEGAT AND CARRY THE PEOPLE HOME. [2013]

    LINCOLN’S BATTALION AGAIN

    IT’S BEEN GOIN’ ON FOR FAR TOO LONG
    THIS REARVIEW OF HISTORY
    WITH TOO MUCH MYSTERY
    STARCH STIFFENS UP
    FOR LACK OF USE OUR FORWARD MARCH
    GOT WEAK NOT STRONG
    BEFORE THESE BACKWARD BANANA PEELS
    TRIP US UP WITH THE SAME OL’ DEAL
    N DRAG US ALL ALONG
    DONTCHA THINK ITS TIME WE CALL UP
    THE HARDY MUTINEERS N THE PATRIOTS SO DEAR
    TO SING THIS SONG
    LET’S JOIN
    JOIN
    JOIN
    JOIN LINCOLN’S BATTALION AGAIN
    WE SERVED IN IT SO IT SERVED US WELL
    ‘GAINST THE SIEG HEIL TRIO’S SPANISH HELL
    WHILE THE LORDS ALMIGHTY OF EVER’Y STATE
    MAY CONSUMMATE WITH ALL THE SWELLS
    LET’S POPULATE N BUST THE SWORDS OF HATE
    WHO PREY UPON OUR LIBERTY BELL
    HOW MANY TIMES
    MUST THEIR SLOP BUCKET DROP INTO OUR WELL
    BEFORE WE HAIL THE VERY BLEMISH WHERE THE FOOLS N BIGOTS FELL
    ‘TWILL BE THE GLAD FOUNDATION OF OUR SOCIAL DEMOCRATIC COIN
    SO LET’S JOIN
    JOIN
    JOIN
    JOIN LINCOLN’S BATTALION AGAIN
    WHEN CAMO’D SALTY RIFLERS WHO CARRY
    JOIN WITH STILTED STIFLERS N IT’S THE BILL OF RIGHTS THEY BURY
    N GERMINATE THE DEGENERATE CONFEDERATE MOLD
    CASTING THE K-K-KLANISH COCK-O-MAMMY SPITTLE THAT’S DOLED
    OUT TO LOWLY CANNON FODDER
    WHO WOULD DEFEND THE HONOR OF PURITY’S ARYAN DAUGHTER
    N PERPETRATE THE APPROACHING SLAUGHTER
    WHEN ARMOR PLATE SURROUNDS EVERY GUVNOR’S GRAND ESTATE
    WHEN HIS LOYAL HIRED HANDS ARE COMMANDEERED TO CONFISCATE
    EXORCISE OR OTHERWISE PURLOIN
    OUR COAST-TO-COAST-PILLAR-TO-POST
    PEOPLE’S REVOLUTIONARY PORK ROAST
    WE CAN’T WAIT SO LET’S JOIN
    JOIN
    JOIN
    JOIN LINCOLN’S BATTALION AGAIN [2014]

    MORE THAN A BLACK CAT BONE

    THE WORSE THING TO DO
    IS BURN YER OWN ASS
    THOUGH THE FIRE DIES OUT
    BE A WHOLE LOT LONGER
    FOR STUPIDITY TO PASS
    SOMETIMES THE BEST THING TO DO
    IS LOCK YER ARMS
    N JUST SIT STILL
    WHEN YOU BEND NOT TO BREAK
    YOU MAY OFFEND THE MAN IN BLUE
    BUT HE’LL HAFTA LOOK A LONG TIME
    TO FIND A REASON JUST TO KILL

    TAKES A WHOLE LOT MORE
    THAN A BLACK CAT BONE
    OR A BUNCHA NOISY KIDS
    OR A BLOGGER ALL ALONE
    TAKES STRONG-HEADED PEOPLE
    ALL TOGETHER LIKE STONE
    TAKES A WHOLE LOT MORE
    THAN A BLACK CAT BONE

    DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO EXPOUND
    THAT POWER COMES FROM A BARREL
    YA WON’T EVEN HEAR THE SOUND
    OF THAT XMAS CAROL
    IF THERE COMES A TIME
    WHEN IT’S RIFLES WE GOTTA SHOULDER
    WE BETTER BE A LOT BIGGER NOT BOLDER
    BUT DIGNIFIED THAT WE SIGNIFIED FREE SPEECH HARDER
    NOT TO GET SCAMMED BY EQUESTRIANS
    WHO MASQUERADE AS WANNABE MARTYRS
    WE CAN LOSE EV’RY BATTLE
    N STILL WIN THE WAR
    IF OUR PRINCIPLES DON’T RATTLE
    WE CAN OPEN EV’RY DOOR

    TAKES A WHOLE LOT MORE
    THAN A BLACK CAT BONE
    OR A BUNCHA NOISY KIDS
    OR A BLOGGER ALL ALONE
    TAKES STRONG-HEADED PEOPLE
    ALL TOGETHER LIKE STONE
    TAKES A WHOLE LOT MORE
    THAN A BLACK CAT BONE [2014]


    NO FOOTNOTES BENEATH MY NAME

    I, WHO STUDIED THE PROPHETS WITH WISE MEN AT MY SCHOOL,
    EXPRESSED MY LOVE FOR SWIMMIN’ IN THE COMPANY OF HANDSOME WOMEN,
    ‘TIL A BIGOT’S REWARD GOT ME BASHED WITH A BOARD N BLOODIED,
    LEFT FACELESS-DOWN IN AN OPEN CESS POOL.

    I WAS A LOYAL HIBERNIAN WHO SANG BASS IN THE WORKMEN’S CHOIR,
    WHO GOT INTO A SCRAPE WITH THE COAL POLICE
    WHEN THEY BUSTED ME FOR LIFTIN’ THE BOSS’S VALISE.
    I DISAPPEARED, THE STORY GOES,
    ‘CAUSE I WAS MARKED A MOLLY MAGUIRE.

    THERE ARE NO FOOTNOTES BENEATH MY NAME
    IN A DUSTY VOLUME ON A SHELF AT THE HALL OF RECORDS.
    THIS SPOT’S RESERVED FOR ME THAT MY LIFE’S WORK
    SHALL NEVER RESIDE AT THE HALL OF FAME.
    THERE ARE NO FOOTNOTES BENEATH MY NAME.

    I WAS DOPED N SMUGGLED IN N LANDED AT THE SAN FRANCISCO DOCKS.
    HUNTING FOR A BOARDING HOUSE,
    I FOUND A WHORING ONE CALLED BAWDY.
    I DIDN’T SPEAK GOOD ENGLISH BUT GRADUATED SUMMA CUM LAUDE-E-E
    WITH CLASSMATES OF THE DROP-OFF LAUNDRY SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS.

    I, YOUR GREAT-GREAT-GREAT-GREAT GRANDMA LEFT AFRICA N CHAINS.
    WHEN I DIED IN THE SLAVE SHIP’S HOLD FROM POX
    THEY TOSSED ME OVER TO CHAT WITH GULLS WHO SQUAWK.
    BUT MY HARDY SISTER SURVIVED HER
    KIDS N FORTY YEARS OF SUGAR CANE.

    THERE ARE NO FOOTNOTES BENEATH MY NAME
    IN A DUSTY VOLUME ON A SHELF AT THE HALL OF RECORDS.
    THIS SPOT’S RESERVED FOR ME THAT MY LIFE’S WORK
    SHALL NEVER RESIDE AT THE HALL OF FAME.
    THERE ARE NO FOOTNOTES BENEATH MY NAME.

    LIKE EVERY HARD-SCRABBLE RANCHER RAISED AROUND HERE,
    I WAS BORN A TRUE-BLUE TEXIAN.
    BUT WHEN TEXAS GOT FREE IT WAS NOT FOR ME,
    ‘CAUSE BY THEN I WAS JUST ANOTHER MEXICAN.

    I ARRIVED AS A YOUNGSTER FROM THE LAND OF THE RISING SUN.
    PEARL HARBOR’S UNFORGOTTEN
    THOUGH IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THE RAID WAS DONE.
    I NEVER KNEW TOKYO ROSE
    BUT I LEARNED ALOT ‘BOUT MUSSOLINI,
    WHEN WE THE HYPHENATED JAPANESE,
    MARCHED THROUGH THE LAND OF FETTUCCINE.

    THERE ARE NO FOOTNOTES BENEATH MY NAME
    IN A DUSTY VOLUME ON A SHELF AT THE HALL OF RECORDS.
    THIS SPOT’S RESERVED FOR ME THAT MY LIFE’S WORK
    SHALL NEVER RESIDE AT THE HALL OF FAME.
    THERE ARE NO FOOTNOTES BENEATH MY NAME. [2014]

    NOT FOR US
    I LAY MY BEDROLL DOWN TO REST
    AS OFFICIALS RIDE IN LIMOS TO HOMES
    WITH RUNNING WATER N A REAL ADDRESS
    THEY GOT TWENTY POUNDS OF MONEY
    STAPLED TO THEIR CHESTS

    NÃO PARA NÓS
    NOT FOR US
    NÃO PARA NÓS
    NOT FOR US

    AMERICANS CALL IT SOCCER
    WHILE WE CALL IT FUTEBOL
    THAT’S OK NO MATTER WHAT IT’S CALLED
    OUR FORWARD MARCH HAS SURELY BEEN STALLED
    ALTHOUGH IT BRINGS IN A BIG BANK ROLL

    NÃO PARA NÓS
    NOT FOR US
    NÃO PARA NÓS
    NOT FOR US

    WHO WINS WHO LOSES
    IT’S THE BOSS WHO CHOOSES
    TO BANKERS IT MATTERS LESS
    WHEN WE PLAY IN THE STREET
    THAN WHEN SPECIAL PEOPLE MEET
    AT FANCY STADIUMS FARAWAY
    IN THE WILDERNESS

    NÃO PARA NÓS
    NOT FOR US
    NÃO PARA NÓS
    NOT FOR US

    WE NEED GOOD HOSPITALS HOMES N SCHOOLS
    BUT THE RICH MAKE UP ALL THE RULES
    THEY TREAT US AS IF WE’RE FOOLS
    BUT WE ALONE OPERATE THE TOOLS
    SO WE’RE NOT BLIND TO GREED
    N WE’RE NOT AFRAID TO FEED
    THE UPHEAVAL
    OF THEIR BIFURCATED STEALTH
    OUR GREAT RETRIEVAL
    OF THEIR CUMULATED WEALTH

    UNTIL THE HAPPY DAY
    WE’LL NO LONGER HAVE TO SAY

    NÃO PARA NÓS
    NOT FOR US
    NÃO PARA NÓS
    NOT FOR US [2014] 
    NOT YOUR AVERAGE GOOD SAMARITAN

    SIGHTSEEIN’ ON THE SUNNY SIDE OF TOWN ONE DAY
    BELLYBLOATIN’ N RAINCOATIN’ WITH A FINE BOUQUET
    APPREHENDED IN THE LIBRARY BY CUTTING EDGE CONSTABULARY
    FOR PREMEDITATED PROCRASTINATION WITH FISTICUFF VOCABULARY.
    INSPIRED THEN CAUGHT FIRED BY A SCREW CAP NOT CORK
    I LIFTED HIGH A LEG FART N SMARTED OFF ABOUT PORK
    IN A FLASH I GOT A CRASH COURSE – A LESS-LETHAL LESSON
    IN THE BILLY CLUB OF RIGHTS BUT THEY GOT NO CONFESSIN’:

    DON’T BE SO QUICK TO SMACK MY DEMEANOR
    DON’T KNOCK ME ‘CAUSE MI CULO COULD BE CLEANER
    I’M NOT YOUR TYPICAL ALLEY NAVIGATOR
    I’M A GENUI-I-INE LOVEBOATER NOT A HATER.

    WASN’T MADE A GUEST OF OUR FAIR CITY
    GOT SHIT THROUGH A GOOSE OUTTA STILLBORN PITY
    SO I DIZZY’D AWAY TO THE HANDLE OF A DOOR
    FELL UP THE DOWN STAIRS TO A TAVERN FLOOR.
    SAM STANDS O’ER ME GOBBLIN’ EGGS FROM A JAR
    I GAPE AT GOBS OF GUM STICKIN’ ‘NEATH THE BAR
    A GREEN SOCK HAT UPON HIS DOME – A FACE SO RED N RUDDY
    TROMBONED A BIG BURP SMILE HE SAID “YOU OK – BUDDY?”

    DON’T BE SO QUICK TO WEIGH HIS SOUL’S WORTH
    YOUR EYES BETRAY TO BEHOLD HIS REAL GIRTH
    HE’S NOT YOUR AVERAGE GOOD SAMARI-TA-A-AN
    HE’LL COMFORT THE DISCOMFORTED WHEREVER HE CAN.

    HE PLANTS ME IN THE STOOL N POURS A THIRSTY BEER
    I CIRCLED UP THE WAGONS IT SO IT WOULDN’T DISAPPEAR
    HE OFFERS ME A PUBLIC SLICE OF PEPPERONI FUNKY
    ‘N TREATS ME LIKE EL BUSCADOR WHO’S JUST ANOTHER DUNKY.
    SAM UNFURLS A BEDROLL AS HE SINGS LIKE IT WAS THE TORAH
    A FIELD & STREAM LEAPS OUT OF HIS HOLY-MOLY PLETHORA
    “TRUCK’S OUT BACK – I GOTTA CANOE – YOU WANNA GO ALONG?”
    I SAID YES…
    NOT TO DONATE MY MELON SO THE COPS CAN PLAY PING PONG.

    DON’T BE SO QUICK TO WEIGH HIS SOUL’S WORTH
    YOUR EYES BETRAY TO BEHOLD HIS REAL GIRTH
    HE’S NOT YOUR AVERAGE GOOD SAMARI-TA-A-AN
    HE’LL COMFORT THE DISCOMFORTED WHEREVER HE CAN.

    NO MATTER WHAT BRAND OF FACE YOU WEAR, SAM HAS NO ILL REGARD
    HE’S BLIND ENOUGH TO SEE YOU N STRONG-HEARTED BUT NOT HARD
    SO I’LL BE POPEYED THEN N CURED OF CANAAN’S HAM
    THAT I MAY ROAR AGAIN FROM THE BULWARK I AM WHAT I AM:

    DON’T BE SO QUICK TO SMACK MY DEMEANOR
    DON’T KNOCK ME ‘CAUSE MI CULO COULD BE CLEANER
    I’M NOT YOUR TYPICAL ALLEY NAVIGATOR
    I’M A GENUI-I-INE LOVEBOATER NOT A HATER.

    DON’T BE SO QUICK TO WEIGH HIS SOUL’S WORTH
    YOUR EYES BETRAY TO BEHOLD HIS REAL GIRTH
    HE’S NOT YOUR AVERAGE GOOD SAMARI-TA-A-AN
    HE’LL COMFORT THE DISCOMFORTED WHEREVER HE CAN. [2014]

    OUTLAST THEM ALL

    I HEARD THAT YA MADE LOVE TO A STRANGER FROM VIRGINIA.
    NOW YA GOTTA TINGLE FOR THE NEIGHBOR NEXT DOOR.
    I WONDER WHO YOU’LL FANCY ‘PON THE NEXT TIME THAT I CALL.
    YEAH BUT ME AND THE WHISKEY WILL OUTLAST THEM ALL.

    OUTLAST THEM ALL.
    OUTLAST THEM ALL.
    ME AND A FIERCE REMINDER IN BACK OF MY HEAD
    I KNOW THAT I CAN OUTLAST THEM ALL.

    IF I HANG AROUND TOO LONG, THE REPLAY WON’T BE GOOD.
    RECKON I CAN’T DELAY HERE LIKE A POKY MAILMAN WOULD.
    IN RAIN, IN SLEET, BUT I’M NOT PRAYIN’ FOR T-BONES FROM HEAVEN TO FALL.
    AN EARTHLY BREAK WILL BUY MY OWN STEAK; I KNOW I CAN OUTLAST THEM ALL.

    OUTLAST THEM ALL.
    OUTLAST THEM ALL.
    ME AND A FIERCE REMINDER IN BACK OF MY HEAD
    I KNOW THAT I CAN OUTLAST THEM ALL.

    YOU ONLY CHOSE MY SKIN WHEN YOUR SHIP HAD RUN AGROUND.
    YOU NAG THAT I GOT TEPID FROM COOLIN’ AT THE LOST AND FOUND.
    THE LONELY THEY WILL TWIDDLE AND THEY’LL DAWDLE AND THEY’LL DIDDLE.
    I’LL PLEASE MYSELF – I’LL PLAY FIRST FIDDLE – I’LL OUTLAST THEM ALL.

    OUTLAST THEM ALL.
    OUTLAST THEM ALL.
    ME AND A FIERCE REMINDER IN BACK OF MY HEAD
    I KNOW THAT I CAN OUTLAST THEM ALL.

    THE HERO ALWAYS FREES THE DAME FROM THE RAILROAD TRACKS.
    I GOT MY DOUBTS YOU’D RESCUE ME – YOUR EMPATHY’S GONE LAX.
    I’LL HAFTA GET MY OWN SELF LOOSE – WON’T BANK ON THE DIESEL TO STALL.
    ‘CAUSE FATTER IS BETTER THAN FLATTER IF YA WANNA OUTLAST THEM ALL.

    OUTLAST THEM ALL.
    OUTLAST THEM ALL.
    ME AND A FIERCE REMINDER OF YOU IN BACK OF MY HEAD
    I KNOW THAT I CAN OUTLAST THEM ALL. [1977]

    PLAYIN’ THE DOZENS
    FOR JAMIL ABDULLAH AL-AMIN AKA H. RAP BROWN

    WON’T PRETEND TO BE INSIDE OF YOUR LIFE
    WON’T PRESUME THAT YOU’RE NATURALLY GOOD WITH A KNIFE
    DON’T KNOW HOW YOU GOT TO FEELIN’ THAT OLD SO FAST
    OR BY WHAT WRETCHED DESIGN YOUR DIE WAS CAST
    BUT WHILE I WAS IN SCHOOL READIN’ ABOUT JACK HORNER
    IT SEEMS THAT YOU WERE UP AGAINST IT OUT THERE ON THE CORNER
    YOU SAID THAT POVERTY’S AN INHERITED AFFLICTION
    THAT LEADS YOU TO WALKIN’ THE TIGHTROPE ADDICTION
    THAT PULLIN’ YOUR BOOTSTRAPS IS A JIVE PRESCRIPTION
    THAT IT STINKS IN BOOKER T’S SHRINKWRAP CONSCRIPTION
    THAT A 12-LINE RAP WORKS YOUR MEN-N-NTAL MOUSETRAP
    KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS

    KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS

    YOU SAY YOU KNOW THAT OUTTA TOWN MAN
    WHO’S HEAD NEGRO IN CHARGE OF YOUR GARBAGE CAN
    N IT’S THAT DUDE ON TV WHO DOES THE FLIRTIN’
    WITH EVERYBODY’S SISTER BEHIND THE CURTAIN
    AT THE BLOCK PARTY AT THE NEIGHBORHOOD CENTER
    NOBODY OWNS NOTHIN’ N WE ALL JUST RENTERS
    N THE BEST JOB ‘ROUND HERE IS CARRYIN’ THE MAIL
    N A TOUCH DOWN HERE IS YOUR UNCLE’S OUTTA JAIL
    ON SUNDAY WE GO TO CHURCH FOR THE VIBES
    A FUN DAY FOR FIVE-O’S WHEN THEY SEARCH FOR THE TRIBES
    SHALL I DO ANOTHER TWELVE FOR THE UH-UH-UTHER BROTHERS
    KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS

    KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS

    YOU SAY THE WORN-OUT SIGN THAT’S HUNCHED OVERHEAD
    WITH ALL THE BALLOONS ‘BOUT PLAIN WHITE BREAD
    IT WON’T MUSCLE UP YOUR BABY GIRL TWELVE WAYS
    ‘CAUSE OF ALL THAT PAINT THAT SHE ATE WHICH LAY
    ON THE WINDOWSILL IT WAS CHOCK FULL OF LEAD
    MAKES YOU ‘MEMBER ‘BOUT FREE INJUNS OF YESTERDAY
    THE ARMY MADE SURE THE ONLY GOOD ONE WAS DEAD
    CUT THE ‘BILICAL CORD FROM THE EVENGELICAL LORD OF FOOLS
    WHERE SKIRTED PSALMS AIN’T HOT SHIRTED SERMONS AIN’T COOL
    TO KILL THE MIND OF THE BROTHER TO SMOTHER THE MAN
    WHO PLAYS FOLLOW THE PREACHER WHEN-N-N-EVER HE CAN
    KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS

    KEEP ON CALLIN’ ME COUSIN KEEP ON PLA-A-AYIN’ THE DOZENS [2014]

    PREOCCUPIED

    I GOT MY HEAD CHOPPED OFF IN THE ‘82 DIVE
    THOUGH I WAS JUST ONE OF THE ONE OUT OF FIVE
    WE STOOD IN LINE FOREVER OUT ON THE STREET
    WE BURNT LIPS ON COFFEE AND SHUFFLED OUR FEET
    WE WERE BENT ON TRYING TO KEEP OUR BODIES WARM
    WE BUNDLED UP OUR DIGNITY AWAY FROM THE SCORN.

    THAT’S WHY WE BEEN PREOCCUPIED
    DEMOCRACY FILLETED IS DEMOCRACY DENIED
    THEM THAT’S CUT – THEM THAT’S NOT – THAT’S THE GREAT DIVIDE
    THAT’S WHY WE BEEN PREOCCUPIED.

    BUT THERE CAME A ROTTEN DAY WHEN THEY STARTED HIRIN’ SCABS
    THOUGH I NEVER MET A WORKER WHOSE BACK THAT I WOULD STAB
    I HEAR A PENCIL-NECKED WOMAN WHO WADDLES SNORTS AND SCOFFS
    “YOU THINK YOU’RE TOO GOOD TO WORK – THEY SHOULD JUST CUT YOU OFF
    I SURE HOPE THEY STOP YOUR CHECK IF YOU NIX THIS JOB”
    SO I GAVE HER A WINK AND MISBEHAVED A BIG YANK – ON MY THINGAMABOB.

    THAT’S WHY WE BEEN PREOCCUPIED
    DEMOCRACY FILLETED IS DEMOCRACY DENIED
    THEM THAT’S CUT – THEM THAT’S NOT – THAT’S THE GREAT DIVIDE
    THAT’S WHY WE BEEN PREOCCUPIED.

    BEDRAGGLED BY UNWANTED ADS – SOMEHOW THE FAMILY MADE IT
    IT’S OUR BLUE CROSS TO BEAR THE BABY – UNLESS WE PREPAID IT
    WE HAGGLED WITH THE KAISER FOR MATERNAL BENNIES
    THANKSGIVING FROM THE BIGHEARTED BOSS – WE JUGGLED EVERY PENNY
    THEY SAY “JUST TELL US ONCE AGAIN – WHAT DAY WAS SHE CONCEIVED?”
    THAT GOT ME WEARIN’ AND LAISSEZ FAIRE-IN’ MY COLORS ON MY SLEEVES.

    THAT’S WHY WE BEEN PREOCCUPIED
    DEMOCRACY FILLETED IS DEMOCRACY DENIED
    THEM THAT’S CUT – THEM THAT’S NOT – THAT’S THE GREAT DIVIDE
    THAT’S WHY WE BEEN PREOCCUPIED.

    IT’S A RICH MAN’S DIVERSION OF CHEATIN’ AND STEALIN’
    IT’S UP TO US NINETY-NINERS TO COMMENCE WITH THE HEALIN’
    WE’LL GET TOGETHER – SET UP OUR OWN SHOPS
    WE’LL HONOR THE WEATHER AND DIVVY UP THE CROPS
    WE WON’T GET FIXED IN HIS EMERGENCY ROOM
    ‘CAUSE THE WHOLE DAMNED SYSTEM’S EN ROUTE TO THE TOMB.

    THAT’S WHY WE BEEN PREOCCUPIED
    DEMOCRACY FILLETED IS DEMOCRACY DENIED
    THEM THAT’S CUT – THEM THAT’S NOT – THAT’S THE GREAT DIVIDE
    THAT’S WHY WE BEEN PREOCCUPIED. [2013] 
    REFRAIN OF ADMONITION

    I WATCHED THE ROYALS SERMONIZE A WORKERS’ CONGREGATION
    I HEARD THEM SPEW A FLATULENT TALE – A THICK METHANE DONATION
    THEIR ARSEHOLES BLOWN THEY DID EXPEL RANK GAS FOR GRAND ORATION
    WE FEARED A SPARK AS THE HALL GREW DARK FROM SHROUDS OF OBFUSCATION.
    HOW MOCK HEROIC IS THEIR OATH TO WALK INSIDE OUR SHOES
    THEIR BACKSLAPPIN’ IS ONE HAND CLAPPIN’ AND NUTHIN’ BUT A SHMOOZE
    THE BUMPTIOUS ROYALS WHO GET RUB DOWNS WITH OILS STAY FLESHY AND WELL-HEALED
    THEY SNOOZE IN CABANAS AND GORGE ON BANANAS WHILE WE JUST GET WELL-PEALED:

    HERE’S OUR REFRAIN OF ADMONITION TO THE SELFISH FEW
    EQUAL PAY FOR EQUAL WORK – THAT’S HOW WE ACCRUE
    IF YOU ARE A BURDEN – THEN LIKEWISE WE’LL BE YOURS
    AND ONE MORE THING REMEMBER – WE DON’T TRAVEL ON ALL FOURS.

    A HIGH STATION OF CUSHION THEY COMMAND – WE ARE THE BUFFERING
    LIKE AN ACTOR STEEPED IN THROES – THEY FEIGN THE SUFFERING
    TO POSE AS ON THE SAME PLANE WITH THEIR WORKING CLASS KIN
    YET THEY DEIGN THAT WE ALONE MUST WEAR A SERVILE SKIN.
    WE’LL GET FREE THE DAY WE SHED THE HARNESS N THE REINS
    TO COLLECT THE DEBT LONG OVERDUE WE’LL GRAB THE GRAVY TRAIN
    ELEVATE THE WORKERS’ FLAG WHERE SPINS OUR WEATHERVANE
    SHOUT THE FINAL STANZA AS WE SOOTHE EACH OTHER’S PAIN:

    HERE’S OUR REFRAIN OF ADMONITION TO THE SELFISH FEW
    EQUAL PAY FOR EQUAL WORK – THAT’S HOW WE ACCRUE
    IF YOU ARE A BURDEN – THEN LIKEWISE WE’LL BE YOURS
    AND ONE MORE THING REMEMBER – WE DON’T TRAVEL ON ALL FOURS. [2013]

    SIX – OH

    WHEN YOU’RE WAY MORE THAN HALF-WAY TO THE OTHER SIDE
    YOU FIGURED OUT LONG AGO THAT MISTA BIG STUFF LIED
    YOU GOT ARITHMETIC GROWLIN’ BOWELS N OPERATIC HOWLIN’ VOWELS
    YOU’VE GROWN NAKEDLY NONDESCRIPT WITH YOUR PARENTHETIC SCOWL.

    SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH.
    SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH.

    YOU WANT YOUTH TO MAGNIFY EACH OTHER N OUTSHINE US NOT REVERSE
    BUT SOWS’ EARS HIRED MOUSEKETEERS TO TRAP THE SILKEN PURSE
    IT’S GETTING’ MIGHTY MICKEY BUT YOU CAN GRAB IT BY THE SCRUFF
    N CARRY HOME A DYNAMO DOOHICKEY N THAT’S JUST ENOUGH.

    SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH.
    SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH.

    YOU’RE WAITIN’ FOR THE GATHERING ‘ROUND THE BURNING BARRELS OF GLORY
    N YOU’RE STILL HOOK BAITIN’ FOR A VISIONARY FISH STORY
    N YOU’RE STILL TAILGATIN’ IN GOD’S WAKE OF TWINKLIN’
    N YOU’RE RANKLED ‘BOUT THE REVOLUTION’S RIP VAN WINKLIN’.

    SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH.
    SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH.

    IF YOUR DOT COM SITS BACK BENCHING IN AHISTORIC QUANDARY
    PICK A SPOT UNWRENCHING – ARM N HAMMER YOUR NOGGIN’S LAUNDRY
    WHEN SLAKED N FREE OF HEADY BAGGAGE RISE UP AGAIN N START ANEW
    HEED WHAT FLOWS FROM SUNDAY’S WASH: YOU STILL GOT STUFF TO DO!

    SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH.
    SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH SIX-OH. [2014]

    SO WHAT IF

    SO WHAT IF WE GOT
    WUNDERKIND WHO REALLY DO ADMIRE
    CYCLONE FENCERS WHO STRUT THE STUFF OF RAZOR WIRE
    N THE GENTRY’S SMART PHONE GLOCKISH ESCALADE ATTIRE
    IN THIS NEW-FANGLED CENTURY
    WE DOWN WITH FIVE-O’S TÊTE-À-TÊTE
    KEEPIN’ IT REAL BEYOND SCARED STRAIGHT
    TO THE PENITENTIARY

    SO WHAT IF THEY GOTTA
    DISPENSARY FOR SERENITY
    IMMUNITY IMPUNITY
    ELITE SELECTION VITAMIN INJECTION
    ‘CAUSE THEY’RE SUPERRICH EVEN RICHER

    WE GOT
    THE WILDEST CARDS N FASTEST PITCHERS
    TO BUILD A BRIDGE OVER INCONGRUITY
    DISUNITY INOPPORTUNITY
    TO LEAD US FAR AWAY
    FROM EXTENDED STAY
    N LOCKDOWN TWENTY-THREE HOURS A DAY

    SO WHAT IF THEY GOTTA
    “TEN-ONE-O-EIGHT” TO SAY
    N TASER CONTESTS COMPLETE WITH MASS ARRESTS
    BY GAGGLES OF GANGLY GOONS WEARING KEVLAR VESTS
    WITH REVEALED CARRY OF LETHAL DEVICES
    FULFILLING THE KILLING
    N PERFECTLY UNWILLING TO BEWARE

    WE GOTTA
    HORIZONTAL VISION OF A COUNTY FAIR
    WHERE A ZILLION FACES GOBBLE UPPITY PIE
    THAT OUR HEARTENING NEW GIRTH
    BE SHED OF HOLLOWING HUNGER’S DEARTH
    THAT THE PEOPLE’S FERTILE ASCENSION
    STIRS THE MOTHER OF INVENTION
    INTO GIVING BIRTH

    SO WHAT IF WE GOT
    THAT INTRINSIC WORTH
    WITH THE RIGHT TO WORK
    A BUMPTIOUS HANDFUL’S GOT THE RIGHT TO SHIRK
    CELEBRATION COLLIDES WITH ALIENATION
    INCORPORATED STRAITJACKETS OF SUBJUGATION

    WE UP AGAINST IT GOTTA
    PROPHESY OF CREATION
    A FREE MUTUAL SOCIETY
    WITHOUT THE GRANDEUR OF THEFT
    N THE SHAM OF FRONT PEW PIETY

    WE GOTTA
    BRAND NEW SENSE OF PROPRIETY
    WE GOTTA SAY WE OWN
    THE SUM TOTAL OF WHAT WE CONDONE
    ‘CAUSE OWNERSHIP WITHOUT CONDONER-SHIP
    IT AIN’T NO SHIP AT ALL
    AIN’T NO SHIP AT ALL
    NO SHIP AT ALL

    SO WHAT IF WE AIN’T GOT NO SHIP AT ALL… [2014]

    SONS OF LEON

    THERE WAS A BODY OF MEN WHO MET A GREAT OBLIGATION
    N AMONG THEM WAS LEON WHO LED THE CONGREGATION
    KNOWN THEN AS AN ABSCONDER
    HE LEFT HIS JAILERS DAZED OUT YONDER
    N CALLED UPON THE FAITHFUL TO GATHER FEED N FATHER NOT SQUANDER
    LEON PASSED N WAS LAID IN A GRANITE VAULT
    TO HINDER RUINATION N CARNAL ASSAULT
    BUT FOR REASONS UNCLEAR HE WAS JUMPSTARTED
    THEN LEAPT UP N LOUDLY FARTED
    AS THE PEOPLE LAUGHED N PLEDGED TO MAKE GOOD IN SOLID EMULATION
    HIS DEEDS N SET IN STONE THE OBLIGATION

    WE ARE THE SONS OF LEON GLOBAL REVOLVERS
    AWAKENERS HAND SHAKERS SEASONED RESOLVERS
    TRANSFIXED TO HAMMER HELL’S CHAINS INTO UNIVERSAL WINGS
    COMMONERS ALL WHO SHARE THE BOUNTY THAT BEATITUDE BRINGS

    WE THE VENERATED BRETHREN YET UNKNOWN
    ARE GESTATING WHAT WE TOGETHER HAVE SOWN
    ALBEIT EMPTIED OUT AS VINTAGE SO UNSAVORY WE DO THE LOWLY POURING
    OH YES WITH TEMPORAL BODIES TETHERED
    WE’VE LOFTY SOULS STILL FEATHERED N SOARING
    WE ROLLED AWAY OUR PROPHET’S MAUSOLEUM STONES
    ‘COMPANIED BY A NAZARITE SWINGIN’ ASS JAWBONES.
    THEN WE WITH BLISTERED FACES FELT THE MESSIANIC SPARKS
    SWAM THE BLASPHEMY OF SHARKS
    HEARD HIS FULL METAL NEHRU JACKET ROAR
    OH YES WITH REBEL ZEAL WE’LL GLADLY LEVEL
    UNTIL THE HAPPY DAY WE REVEL
    UPON AN EVEN EVERLASTING EARTHLY FLOOR

    WE ARE THE SONS OF LEON GLOBAL REVOLVERS
    AWAKENERS HAND SHAKERS SEASONED RESOLVERS
    TRANSFIXED TO HAMMER HELL’S CHAINS INTO UNIVERSAL WINGS
    COMMONERS ALL WHO SHARE THE BOUNTY THAT BEATITUDE BRINGS

    WE POUNDED OUT N PROMULGATED IRON-CLAD THE LEGIONS
    CRASHED THROUGH THE BREASTWORKS REGION BY REGION
    BARREL-CHESTED WE TESTED N BESTED SHOULDERS BOUNCING BOULDERS
    N SPECIAL SPACIAL SPECTRAL TECHNOLOGY
    OH YES WE’RE CANTANKEROUS BUT KIND
    WE MINISTERED TO THE BLIND
    N JOURNEYED WELL-ARMED TO DELIVER NOT HARM
    OUR GIFT TO YOU OF SIGHTED SOCIOLOGY
    WE BROADCASTED THE SEED OF OUR RIGHTEOUS FOLK LORE
    WE MADE OURSELVES AT HOME WITH YOU BUT ALWAYS KNOCKED FIRST ON THE DOOR
    WE CARD-CARRYIN’ CREDENTIALED GRUNTS WORE REVELATION ARMY CLOTHES
    OH YES WITH SACRED PATCHES ON OUR COATS N SEE-THROUGH SOCKS FROM LOYAL CALLOUSED HEELS N TOES

    WE ARE THE SONS OF LEON GLOBAL REVOLVERS
    AWAKENERS HAND SHAKERS SEASONED RESOLVERS
    TRANSFIXED TO HAMMER HELL’S CHAINS INTO UNIVERSAL WINGS
    COMMONERS ALL WHO SHARE THE BOUNTY THAT BEATITUDE BRINGS [2014] 
    STATUTES OF LIMITATIONS

    WINEHEADS PASSIN’ NIGHT TRAIN ‘ROUND N PISSIN’ IN THE SNOW
    FRESH OUT ON THEIR RECOGNIZANCE N LOOKIN’ FOR FUN THEY GO
    AWAY FROM THE GATED COMMUNITY THAT’S OPEN DAY N NIGHT
    WHERE FLAMIN’ ROLLS OF TP MAKE A LOVELY HOLIDAY LIGHT.
    SITTIN’ AT THE KITCHEN TABLE I’LL POUR ANOTHER SHOT
    N LOOK BACK OVER FORTY YEARS AT WHAT I DID THAT MADE ME HOT
    A THRIVIN’ CHAMBER OF COMMERCE WAS OUTTA THE TRUNK OF MY CAR
    I KEPT LOOKIN’ OVER MY SHOULDER FOR THE MAN WITH THE SILVER STAR.

    STATUTES OF LIMITATIONS – THE CLOCK’S RUN OUT – THAT’S ALL
    IF THERE’S A WARRANT THAT HAS YOUR NAME – WON’T BE NO CURTAIN CALL
    I TOOK LIBERTIES THAT’S ALL TRUE – BUT I NEVER HARMED A SOUL
    STATUTES OF LIMITATIONS – BLOW THE WHISTLE AT THE RASCAL BOWL.

    THOSE FELONIOUS FACES ALL IN A ROW ON THE CRIMESTOPPERS NEWS
    REMIND ME OF THE CREW I SWUNG WITH BUT NEVER GOT ACCUSED
    A WOMAN ‘WOKE SCREAMIN’ I GRABBED HER PURSE N FLEW OUT THE FRENCH DOORS
    DOVE INTO THE BACK AS MY CHAUFFEUR MADE TRACKS – WON’T B&E THERE NO MORE.
    I’M POUNDIN’ ON A DOPE HOUSE DOOR PAST CLOSIN’ TIME – LIGHTS OFF – CAN’T SEE
    MY PARTNER’S DRUNK BUT I’M CARRYIN’ TWO BARRELS N IT’S LIKELY ONE’S STARING BACK AT ME
    THERE’S BIG FRONT MONEY – A THOUSAND DOLLARS – THAT’S OWED TO ME N MY BROTHER
    BUT I WAS THE DUMB-ASS WHO GAVE THE DOUGH TO THIS LOW-LIFE-SKIN-HEADED MUTHER.

    STATUTES OF LIMITATIONS – THE CLOCK’S RUN OUT – THAT’S ALL
    IF THERE’S A WARRANT THAT HAS YOUR NAME – WON’T BE NO CURTAIN CALL
    I TOOK LIBERTIES THAT’S ALL TRUE – BUT I NEVER HARMED A SOUL
    STATUTES OF LIMITATIONS – BLOW THE WHISTLE AT THE RASCAL BOWL. [2013]

    STEPHEN FOSTER’S CHILDREN

    WHEN PALE SARAH SWOONS AT J. CALHOUN N SERMONIZES FROM HIS SCROLL
    WHEN RADICALS GET RIFLED FOR REBUKING STRATOSPHERIC CRUISE CONTROL
    WHEN YOUR CAMPGROUND BECOMES A COMPOUND THAT CONFEDERATES YOUR SOUL
    THIS AIN’T YOUR LAND – TAKE OFF YOUR ARM BAND N ANTE UP YOUR TOLL.

    WHEN STEPHEN FOSTER’S CHILDREN’S CHOIR PRAISES AYN RAND’S APPARITION
    DON’T YOU CRY FOR ME – WE’LL BUILD THE HIGHWAY CALLED MODERN ABOLITION
    TODAY – TODAY – TODAY – TODAY
    UNTIL THE ANTE BELLUM MAESTROS HAVE ALL GONE AWAY.

    WHEN THE NEEDS OF NINETY-NINE ARE TO SUBJECT TO THE WEALTH OF ONE
    WHEN THE CAPITOL IS FOR CAPITALISTS TO HAVE LOTS OF FUN
    WHEN CAESAR’S POWER SQUELCHES ALL WITH A ZILLION BARRELS OF OIL
    OUR REVOLUTION BELCHES STEAM FROM TROUBLED WATER ON THE BOIL.

    WHEN STEPHEN FOSTER’S CHILDREN’S CHOIR PRAISES AYN RAND’S APPARITION
    THE OLD FOLKS AT HOME JOIN HANDS TO MAKE ONE FIST FOR MODERN ABOLITION
    TODAY – TODAY – TODAY – TODAY
    UNTIL THE ANTE BELLUM MAESTROS HAVE ALL GONE AWAY.

    WHEN THEIR EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY OF JUST WHEN N WHERE WE FLEW
    WHEN DIGITAL DENOMINATORS CIPHER HOW WE SCREW
    WHEN GORDIAN GENERALS BUGLE KIDS TO MAKE A CRIMSON SCORE
    WE’LL CROSSCUT THE IMPERIAL KNOT N SPRING THE TRAP DOOR.

    WHEN STEPHEN FOSTER’S CHILDREN’S CHOIR PRAISES AYN RAND’S APPARITION
    HARD TIMES COME AGAIN NO MORE WALK TALL WITH MODERN ABOLITION
    TODAY – TODAY – TODAY – TODAY
    UNTIL THE ANTE BELLUM MAESTROS HAVE ALL GONE AWAY.

    BUT IF YOU CAN’T SET THE HOOK IN WHAT THIS IS ALL ABOUT
    YOU AIN’T BEEN CALLED LOW DOWN OR PUT DOWN LOW
    DAY IN N DAY OUT – WE GOT RED ELEPHANTS N BLUE DONKEYS
    IN THESE DIVIDED STATES – WE’LL THROW OUR OWN PARTY SO THAT WE CAN CELEBRATE.

    WHEN STEPHEN FOSTER’S CHILDREN’S CHOIR PRAISES AYN RAND’S APPARITION
    NO PASARÁN – CLOSE RANKS N TIP THE SCALES TOWARD MODERN ABOLITION
    TODAY – TODAY – TODAY – TODAY
    UNTIL THE ANTE BELLUM MAESTROS HAVE ALL GONE AWAY. [2014]

    THE STRANGER LOST HIS BEANS

    WE’RE HANGIN’ ‘ROUND THE LOBBY OF THE FINEST HOTEL
    LISTENIN’ FOR MISSION COOK TO RING THE SUPPER BELL
    THEN THE PREACHER’LL BECKON US TO BOW OUR HEADS AND PRAY
    BUT WE’LL GOBBLE ALL THE BEANS UP WHILE HIS HEAD IS TURNED AWAY.

    AND THAT’S HOW THE STRANGER LOST HIS BEANS
    THAT’S HOW THE STRANGER LOST HIS BEANS
    HE WAS LOOKIN’ FOR THE HOLY GHOST THEN THERE WAS NUTHIN’ LEFT BUT TOAST
    AND THAT’S HOW THE STRANGER LOST HIS BEANS.

    LIGHTS OUT AT THE MISSION AND WE CRAWL IN THE SACK
    OUR SHOES UNDER THE BED LEGS, OUR DOUGH TUCKED IN BACK
    BUT WHEN YOU LEARN THE HARD WAY, YOU NEVER WILL FORGET
    YOU’LL BE WALKIN’ ‘ROUND BAREFOOT WITH NO DOUGH FOR CIGARETTES.

    AND THAT’S HOW THE STRANGER LOST HIS SHOES
    THAT’S HOW THE STRANGER LOST HIS SHOES
    HE STUFFED HIS MONEY IN HIS SOCKS AND HIS SOCKS IN HIS SHOES
    AND THAT’S WHY THE STRANGER SINGS THE BLUES.

    BUT WE WON’T LET HIM STRAY BEYOND THE PALE
    WE WON’T LET HIM WALK ON THE THIRD RAIL
    DESPITE ALL THE COLD TALK, WE WON’T LET HIM FREEZE
    FROM CHILBLAIN OF THE RIGHT BRAIN AND HIS PANTS BENEATH HIS KNEES.

    OH, HERE’S HOW THE STRANGER LIVES IT DOWN
    HERE’S HOW THE STRANGER LIVES IT DOWN
    HE’LL JOIN US ON A FROLIC WHILE WE RATE HIS METABOLIC
    OH, HERE’S HOW THE STRANGER LIVES IT DOWN.

    HE SESAME’D THE DOOR TO LIFT A PRIZE
    HIS REJOINDER TO THE COPS WAS A DISGUISE
    IT WAS HIS FIRST OFFENSE, BUT IN OUR FUTURE TENSE
    MORE WILL FOLLOW NOW THAT HE’S BEEN CANONIZED.

    AND THAT’S HOW HIS HOLINESS GETS BY
    THAT’S HOW HIS HOLINESS GETS BY
    WE’LL CARRY HIM TO THE BAR THEN WE’LL OVERFLOW HIS JAR
    AND THAT’S HOW HIS HOLINESS GETS HIGH.
    AND THAT’S HOW THE STRANGER LOST HIS BEANS… [2013]

    THERE COMES A TIME

    THERE COMES A TIME TO APPLY GOOD-OLD-FASHIONED SOIL CONSERVATION
    THAT WORKERS MAY SPROUT THEIR OWN SEEDS FROM DEEP WITHIN THE WHOLE CREATION
    TO GROW STRONG SYMPHONIC NEW ROOTS OF ROOSTER-CROWED ELATION
    KINDRED SOULS WHO TORQUE THE NUTS N BOLTS OF LIBERATION
    UP-RIGHT BUT NOT UP-TIGHT RADICAL RANGE RIDERS
    WHO BUST THE BRONCO BOURGEOISIE N BRASS KNUCKLE THE BACKSLIDERS.

    THERE COMES A TIME
    COMES A TIME
    COMES A TIME
    THERE COMES A TIME.

    THERE COMES A TIME TO SHOW THE PEOPLE HOW WE MAKE A GREAT BIG FIST
    FROM HUDDLES OF FORGOTTEN FOLKS WHO NEVER WOULD BE MISSED
    N MUD-PUDDLES-FULL OF LONELY KIDS WHO NEVER HAVE BEEN KISSED
    THEN WE’LL CHEER THE REVOLUTION’S ARDOR HOWEVER UNRULY YET HOME-MADE
    WHEN WE BATTLE EVEN HARDER BREAK THE AUTOCRATIC BLADE
    UNTIL SEDITION YIELDS NUTRITION
    THANKS TO SAVVY IN OUR CAVALCADE.

    THERE COMES A TIME
    COMES A TIME
    COMES A TIME
    THERE COMES A TIME.

    THERE COMES A TIME TO SETTLE ALL THE BOOKS
    SEARCH IN EACH N EVERY BUREAUCRATIC NOOK
    WITH SHERLOCK’S GLASS IF NECESSARY
    TO LEVITATE THE COMMISSARY
    TO INNOVATE THE FIDUCIARY
    CALL IN THE CONSTITUTION’S PROMISSORY
    PARDON THE UNFORTUNATE N CLOSE DOWN THE PURGATORY
    IT’S THE PEOPLES’ SPAGHETTI SINCE FINALLY NOW
    THAT WE RUN THE KITCHEN WE COOK THE CHOW.

    THERE COMES A TIME
    COMES A TIME
    COMES A TIME
    THERE COMES A TIME.

    THERE COMES A TIME
    COMES A TIME
    COMES A TIME
    THERE COMES A TIME. [2014] 
    THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
    GIVE US ALL THE STORE CLERKS N ALL THE TRAFFIC COPS
    WE’LL TAKE ALL THE BARTENDERS N JANITORS WITH MOPS
    ALL EX-HUSBAND TRUCK MECHANICS PAYING CHILD SUPPORT
    EVERY PEACEFUL EX-OFFENDER HEADED BACK INTO COURT.
    GIVE US ALL THE SCHOOL TEACHERS N THE MERCHANT MARINES
    WE’LL TAKE ALL THE TOOLMAKERS N THE JACKS WHO PUMP LATRINES
    ALL EX-BOXERS TURNED PRO-WRESTLERS EX-EMPLOYEES NOW RETIRED
    EVERY SOOTHSAYIN’ SAD SACK WHO FELL ASLEEP AND GOT FIRED.

    ‘CAUSE THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
    THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
    THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
    TO MAKE A REVOLUTION.

    GIVE US ALL THE BOOK BINDERS THE CLOCKWINDERS N RUMRUNNERS
    WE’LL TAKE ALL THE FREEHANDERS THE FIREBRANDERS N GOODFUNNERS
    ALL EXTRAORDINARY GARDENERS WHO LOVE PLANTING TREES N FLOWERS
    EVERY SHARP-ELBOWED STEVEDORE WHO’D STORM THE PALACE TOWER.
    GIVE US BRICKLAYERS DRAGONSLAYERS CARDPLAYERS – FORMING SQUADS OF THREE
    WE’LL TAKE ALL THE DEBTOR SLAVES WHO CONJURE PARTING OF THE SEA
    ALL EX-LAWYERS TURNED BUS DRIVERS EX-FEMALES TURNED INTO MEN
    EVERY BRIGHT-EYED SMITHY WHO HAMMERS SWORDS OUTTA FOUNTAIN PENS.

    ‘CAUSE THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
    THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
    THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
    TO MAKE A REVOLUTION.

    GIVE US DIGITAL WIZARDS GOURMETS WITH GIZZARDS HARD-BARK GRENADIERS – SET TO IGNITE
    WE’LL TAKE OVERFLOWED UNION HALLS CLERICS SEWING COVERALLS HAM-FISTED SCRAPPERS WHO LAST ALL NIGHT
    ALL WINDSWEPT WANTON EQUESTRIAN WOMEN WHO’D FLIP OFF HIS HIGHNESS N TRAMPLE HIS AMBITION
    EVERY UNSHORN LOWBORN LOCK-JAWED LEVELER WHO’D CONVENE THE CONGRESS N COMMENCE THE ABOLITION.
    GIVE US ALL THESE STAND-UP PEOPLE — THOSE WHO WANT A FAIR DEAL
    WE’LL WELCOME ALL THE INJURED SICK N TIRED WHO KEEP AN EVEN KEEL
    ALL THE UNDERLINGS FOOTSTOMPERS SWORD SWALLOWERS N HIP CATS
    EVERY NOISY DISCONTENTED HEART-ATTACKED WORKER WHO’S GNAWING THROUGH THE SLATS.

    ‘CAUSE THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
    THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
    THIS IS WHAT IT TAKES
    TO MAKE A REVOLUTION. [2013]

    THIS WORKING LIFE

    OF ALL THE MONEYED SQUIRES N PUNDITS WHO DOUBLE AS LIARS
    I’M JUST ANOTHER SHOP MONKEY WHO EARNED HIS RIGHT TO RETIRE.
    SPENT FORTY YEARS IN A FUNKY QUAGMIRE.
    NEVER GOT TO DRIVE A JAGUAR.
    I WAS A HAND AMONG MANY ON THE LOOKOUT TO BE HIRED-OUT
    IN THIS WORKING LIFE.

    LIFT THE TYRANT’S CURSE OF SHAKIN’ DOWN
    THE PEOPLES’ TINY PURSE.
    DRINK A REBEL’S DOSE OF BREAK-HIM-DOWN
    ISSUED BY OUR WARRIOR NURSE
    WHOSE HEADY LIQUOR GENTLY RAINS
    UPON THIS WORKING LIFE.

    I’LL IMPART TO YOUNGSTERS ALL THAT I KNOW
    ‘BOUT DUCKIN’ MY HEAD N STEELIN’ MY TOES:
    WHEN WE PLANTED STEWARDSHIP’S GARDEN WHERE STOOD A KANGAROO COURT
    WE SHOWED WE’RE NEITHER UNTOWARD NOR THE BACKWARD RUEFUL SORT.
    ‘TWAS OFTEN A LONG N RANCOROUS ROW
    BUT WE KEPT IT ALTOGETHER N TOOK TURNS WITH THE HOE
    IN THIS WORKING LIFE.

    LIFT THE TYRANT’S CURSE OF SHAKIN’ DOWN
    THE PEOPLES’ TINY PURSE.
    DRINK A REBEL’S DOSE OF BREAK-HIM-DOWN
    ISSUED BY OUR WARRIOR NURSE
    WHOSE HEADY LIQUOR GENTLY RAINS
    UPON THIS WORKING LIFE.

    WHEN BOSSES GET THE ITCH
    TO THROW THE METRONOMIC SWITCH
    HOW FAST THEY WANT US ALL TO GO
    SHOW’EM YOU’RE NOT ONE TO BITCH
    BUT YOU’LL KEEP THE BEAT BY GOIN’ SLOW.
    IF YOUR MEATLOAF PORTION
    IS NOTHING BUT EXTORTION
    GO SPLIT IT UP FOR ALL TO SHARE.
    HAND OUT THAT EXTRA COAT FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO WEAR
    IN THIS WORKING LIFE.

    LIFT THE TYRANT’S CURSE OF SHAKIN’ DOWN
    THE PEOPLES’ TINY PURSE.
    DRINK A REBEL’S DOSE OF BREAK-HIM-DOWN
    ISSUED BY OUR WARRIOR NURSE
    WHOSE HEADY LIQUOR GENTLY RAINS
    UPON THIS WORKING LIFE. [2014]

    TOWER OF BABEL

    WE CONDEMNED AS AGITATORS AGGREGATORS MARTIAN RABBLE
    WON’T COWER TO ASCEND THE TOWER OF BABEL SO CURSED
    WE’LL NO LONGER PRETEND THAT RIGHTEOUS THIRST
    IS QUENCHED FROM THE GENTRY’S DEEPEST WELL
    N WE OF LIKE MUSCULAR MINDS THAT SHOW N TELL
    CAN KNOW THE END OF NIMROD’S EDIFICE OF HELL.

    WHEN THE TOWER OF BABEL STANDS LONELY N UNDONE
    N EMPTIED FULL TO THE FIERY BRIM OF FAITHLESS COSTLY OVERRUN
    WE’LL CELEBRATE THE PROPHESY OF REVOLUTION’S RISING SUN
    N SHARPEN UP OUR DULLEST WITS ‘CAUSE RECONSTRUCTION’S JUST BEGUN.

    WE SHAVEN LEFT FACELESS BY OVERLORDS DEMANDING WE GROVEL N SHOVEL
    A KNAVE’S NEW WORLD – THIS TOWER – A GODLESS HOVEL
    SHALL ANSWER AS STALWARTS COMFORT A MOTHER IN SORROW
    FOR UNIVERSAL ANALGESIC PROMISE OF TOMORROW
    THAT OUR GOSPEL BE STOKED N DAVID’S STONES BE HURLED.

    WHEN THE TOWER OF BABEL STANDS LONELY N UNDONE
    N EMPTIED FULL TO THE FIERY BRIM OF FAITHLESS COSTLY OVERRUN
    WE’LL CELEBRATE THE PROPHESY OF REVOLUTION’S RISING SUN
    N SHARPEN UP OUR DULLEST WITS ‘CAUSE RECONSTRUCTION’S JUST BEGUN.

    WE TURTLE-SHELLED WELDED INTO ONE AGAINST NIMROD’S HEINOUS PISTON
    REMAIN FOURSQUARE AGAINST HIS PENTHOUSE – A SEPTIC SOCIAL SYSTEM
    WHERE THE SEDENTARY SEGREGATED TAX-ABATED VOLUMINOUS MAY DWELL
    WHILE YESTERYEAR ENCASED IN HIGH RISE CINDER BLOCKS WE STOCKADED
    WOULD FEAST UPON EACH OTHER LIKE RAGING CANCER CELLS.

    WHEN THE TOWER OF BABEL STANDS LONELY N UNDONE
    N EMPTIED FULL TO THE FIERY BRIM OF FAITHLESS COSTLY OVERRUN
    WE’LL CELEBRATE THE PROPHESY OF REVOLUTION’S RISING SUN
    N SHARPEN UP OUR DULLEST WITS ‘CAUSE RECONSTRUCTION’S JUST BEGUN.

    OUR FATHERS DID HARDY LABOR FOR NIMROD’S SHIRKERS WHO COMMANDED
    YET STILL WE GOT LASSOED AT THE RODEO BY BERSERKERS WHIP-HANDED
    SO WE REBORN REUPHOLSTERED POUNDERS PRAY DELIVERANCE BE WON
    WHILE WE SHOULDER-HOLSTERED STRIKERS SAY WE’RE BOUND FOR HISTRIONIC FUN
    LET NIMROD’S BRAIN BE STUNNED LET HIS SHIRKERS BE SHUNNED
    N HIS BERSERKERS BELLY DANCE OR JUST HAUL-ASS RUN.

    WHEN THE TOWER OF BABEL STANDS LONELY N UNDONE
    N EMPTIED FULL TO THE FIERY BRIM OF FAITHLESS COSTLY OVERRUN
    WE’LL CELEBRATE THE PROPHESY OF REVOLUTION’S RISING SUN
    N SHARPEN UP OUR DULLEST WITS ‘CAUSE RECONSTRUCTION’S JUST BEGUN.

    WE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER-WAVED WAGE-ENSLAVED HAVE LONG PURSUED PERCOLATED
    N BOOT-SCOOT-BOOGIE’D A SECULAR RAVE SO WRANGLING RUDE YET LIBERATED
    FROM BIFURCATED BARNACLES OF DISUNITED FIFTY-STATED BUREAUCRAZY CORPORA-A-A-TED
    THAT WE’LL CHRISTEN THIS TOWER THE FIXER-UPPER NO TOP NO BOTTOM WE SHARE THE SUPPER
    NO GENTRY WE RENT FREE BUT BRING ALONG YOUR HAMMER
    NO SHIRKERS OR BESERKERS THIS AIN’T THE SLAMMER.

    WHEN THE TOWER OF BABEL STANDS LONELY N UNDONE
    N EMPTIED FULL TO THE FIERY BRIM OF FAITHLESS COSTLY OVERRUN
    WE’LL CELEBRATE THE PROPHESY OF REVOLUTION’S RISING SUN
    N SHARPEN UP OUR DULLEST WITS ‘CAUSE RECONSTRUCTION’S JUST BEGUN. [2014]

    UNAUTHORIZED
    FOR GIL SCOTT-HERON

    YOU’LL NOT BE ABLE TO STAY HOME MY SISTERS N BROTHERS.
    YOU GOTTA PLUG IN N NOT TURN AWAY FROM ONE ANOTHER.
    YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A BRAND NEW BAG
    ‘CAUSE THE CHANGE YOU CHANNEL IS A BODACIOUS FLAG:
    THE REVOLUTION WILL BE UNAUTHORIZED.

    THE REVOLUTION COMES TO YOU RAW-BONED N UNWRAPPED MY SISTERS N BROTHERS.
    RADIO FREE ROCKEFELLER IS RING-TONED N BOOBY-TRAPPED BY CORPORATE MUTHERS.
    WHEN THE PEOPLE DECLARE A GENUINE ERUPTION
    THEIR VOICES WILL ORBIT ‘ROUND RADICAL GUMPTION:
    THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE COLONIZED.

    AT CIRCUS MAXIMUS WE VIE FOR THE MUD BALL ALMIGHTY
    MY SISTERS N BROTHERS. FACED OFF WITH FLUNKIES
    OF DRUNKEN ELITES BORN N BRED IN BOX SEATS
    WHO’D SMOTHER METTLE N DELETE EVERY DADA DRUM BEAT
    OF OUR REBEL-RIGHTEOUS FISTICUFFS.
    WITH TELEPHONIC CANS N STRING N APOSTOLIC
    JAZZ OF SPRING WE’LL ANTIQUATE THEIR STUFF:
    THE REVOLUTION WILL BE POLARIZED.

    THAT’S YOU STIRRIN’ THE REVOLUTIONARY BREW GONE VIRAL
    MY SISTERS N BROTHERS. HEAR THE HIP CATS PURRIN’
    EVER LOUDER A PULMONARY BLUES OF SPIRALING DRUTHERS.
    THAT’S YOU LIBERATIN’ THE LOAD
    OF AN OVERFED BOLL WEEVIL N THAT’S YOU
    AGITATIN’ WITH BANTY ROOSTERS
    N DEFIBRILLATIN’ THE UPHEAVAL:
    THE REVOLUTION WILL BE GALVANIZED.

    THE RAUCOUS SHOT HEARD ‘ROUND THE WORLD WON’T
    FIRE FROM THE FLASH OF FASHION-CONSCIOUS FLINGERS.
    THAT’S YOU PAINTIN’ SOCIAL GRACE ‘BOUT GENTLE PEOPLE CLUBBED N MACED
    FOR BEIN’ RAINBOW SINGERS N THAT’S YOU VACCINATIN’ FOLKS
    WHO SUFFER VITRIOLIC POKES FROM MISTER CAT SCRATCH FEVER
    N THAT’S LADY LIBERTY YOU KISSED HER CALLED HER YOUR SISTER
    N SAID YOU’D NEVER LEAVE HER:
    THE REVOLUTION WILL BE HUMANIZED

    THE REVOLUTION WILL BE SUPER-SIZED.
    SISTERS N BROTHERS, THERE WILL BE NO REVOLUTIONARY RE-RUNS.
    THERE MAY BE REVOLUTIONARY SUDDEN DEATH BY SMART GUNS.
    THERE WILL BE NO REVOLUTIONARY TIME-OUTS ‘TIL WE’VE FINALLY WON
    ‘CAUSE THE REVOLUTION WILL BE UNAUTHORIZED. [2014]

    VANDALIA

    VANDALIA. VANDALIA.
    CORRECTIONAL FACILITY.
    VANDALIA. VANDALIA.
    CORRECTIONAL FACILITY.

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