Ode to Pag
Where are you going? Oh that’s the place!
I’m happy for you, and sad for us.
Just sit and second, or stand a spell
Perhaps you got a few short tales to tell?
Where are you going?….ahhh….that makes sense!
my honored muse now, why my welcome guest
I wrote it off to melancholy but now
The skies seem open - Its all greek to me
Don’t bother putting in good words for me
Won’t make no difference, it can’t change anything
Could you play that band of gypsies riff one more time?
What’s up? Who know’s….ya know, 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
But there you seem to be
He could hit a medium arc pitched softball to baton rouge
He was bigger than me and probably bigger than you
Much better than you
When going camping meant getting fucked instead
A joke bout an eyeball Without a head
There was a joke once, by a drinking fire
About a eyeball without a espyer
And the laughter, could’ve raised the dead
But it spoke to us with depth and breadth
our dreams once, was to scout the land
find a cool place to play, a great place to jam
We wanted something, just some not all
In hallway signage, cut paper cocks
We hated men as gods and men in ties and shirts
We came, I’m sore, and my cock hurts
Intellects stole my incense- Pete took our eyes
Rough on the edges - Holes in the skies
He takes the cassette - Pops in the player
Words can do damage – bass player slayer
And about the music son…well it all sucks
And it is all sublime, and we’re both nuts
Things that far below us we cannot blame
Read from the pulpit, God keeps us sane
No common cause, us..no enemy
No symphony…no harmony
But not your blame nor is it mine
Cause we both right you know -And we both right
All of lifes passions wrapped into wires
Cities on flame, cities on fire
And I was blind but now I see
It is all clear, was once greek to me
