dust bag
Posted: March 21st, 2010, 1:13 am
dust bag, had bad, nag hag
in drugs an Boo Boo da we trust it's a drag
same old zig-zag paper tiger walkin invisible
through rows of 'Twilight of the Idols' an
'Tao de Chings' eternal Tao and endless
twilights twinkling
dust bag, in God we trust but in gold we
are thrust, "we don't need no stinking badges"
we don't need no stinking 'New World Orders'
no sinking Atlantis no "blow your house down"
Port-au-Prince, no-port a poet Little Prince
don't need no swine foo injections, no tea baggers for
Military Industrial Complex hex hex hex, no knuckle draggers
for Jesus and Jim Jam Joe Jerk
dust bag, same old fakirs doin mumbo-jumbo
in town squares, same old flight of black birds
out of the throat of fire eaters,
dirt bag poets can still learn a ugga bugga trick
or three
freedom isn't free, it's been captured in Africa
and bottled in molotov Coka Cola bottles
no free naked lunch, but Howls stand on street corners
and Howl for free, or spare I ching changes
In the year of the Tiger, still haunting forests
of the Starry Night
dirt dirt dirt, they got that same ole dirt on you
freedom isn't free, but bombs are fallin like angels
and we all know how them dirty angles fall
fall fall fall all fall down, a child's nursery rhyme
holds the alchemic-key, and they are turning them
in the Doors of Perception when Kafka's Castle of
Egyptian sand falls in-to-the-sea....eve-n-tu-ally
Hip-hop kids looking for the next line to fit the pop-in cap
into that King Kong rap, lookin for that magic phrase,
or look back to Jimi purple haze or SunRa cosmos song ways
to pull the rug out from under the Queen Lizard's lap
dust bag floatin along the ground in some pist off mix
dime-bad headed hipsters looking for that in anger in 55 hits
and the eternal revolution pops its cool in 67, 68, 69
if six was nine nine nine, let it be, it ain't me...let it bleed
it ain't greed greed greed
oh they was looking for that be-bop heaven and hell chemical
wedding true, when them high as kites saints go walkin in in in
in a Blake a Beatnik unwashed in Illuminated poem
or hanging out on the water fountains in ancient Rome
looking for the philosopher's stony fix stare
and live to tell the tell tell tell so well, oh well
I'm a angel headed devil cat singer of forbidden verse
I'm the one born when eleven crosses your trail
zing zing zing better do the over the shoulder toss
salt salt salt the Red Queen squawks
and Alice walks the fashion show plank
her see-through knickers lit up by El Inferno
down bellow, we gotta go-go ga-ga for Lady Lobster
and I ask you who who who are you the real Mobster
down here in the thief of fire dens where the neon shadows
sweep the Empire of Vampires into the dust bin of History
the dust bag brotherhoods mount the stairs of the serpent
on the mountain, cuz...........what it is.....gee wiz....what
it ain't I aint no saint and I ain't no sinner, can't get no
thinner, can't speak no mo evil in no con-fess-shun boot
its all a hot some like it hoot, hoot, hoot, comin from
all sides now, clean dirt, night dirt, dirty dirt, dern darn dang
all them gongs kickin around around around down them dug
Kerouac alleys, maaaaaaaaaan
in drugs an Boo Boo da we trust it's a drag
same old zig-zag paper tiger walkin invisible
through rows of 'Twilight of the Idols' an
'Tao de Chings' eternal Tao and endless
twilights twinkling
dust bag, in God we trust but in gold we
are thrust, "we don't need no stinking badges"
we don't need no stinking 'New World Orders'
no sinking Atlantis no "blow your house down"
Port-au-Prince, no-port a poet Little Prince
don't need no swine foo injections, no tea baggers for
Military Industrial Complex hex hex hex, no knuckle draggers
for Jesus and Jim Jam Joe Jerk
dust bag, same old fakirs doin mumbo-jumbo
in town squares, same old flight of black birds
out of the throat of fire eaters,
dirt bag poets can still learn a ugga bugga trick
or three
freedom isn't free, it's been captured in Africa
and bottled in molotov Coka Cola bottles
no free naked lunch, but Howls stand on street corners
and Howl for free, or spare I ching changes
In the year of the Tiger, still haunting forests
of the Starry Night
dirt dirt dirt, they got that same ole dirt on you
freedom isn't free, but bombs are fallin like angels
and we all know how them dirty angles fall
fall fall fall all fall down, a child's nursery rhyme
holds the alchemic-key, and they are turning them
in the Doors of Perception when Kafka's Castle of
Egyptian sand falls in-to-the-sea....eve-n-tu-ally
Hip-hop kids looking for the next line to fit the pop-in cap
into that King Kong rap, lookin for that magic phrase,
or look back to Jimi purple haze or SunRa cosmos song ways
to pull the rug out from under the Queen Lizard's lap
dust bag floatin along the ground in some pist off mix
dime-bad headed hipsters looking for that in anger in 55 hits
and the eternal revolution pops its cool in 67, 68, 69
if six was nine nine nine, let it be, it ain't me...let it bleed
it ain't greed greed greed
oh they was looking for that be-bop heaven and hell chemical
wedding true, when them high as kites saints go walkin in in in
in a Blake a Beatnik unwashed in Illuminated poem
or hanging out on the water fountains in ancient Rome
looking for the philosopher's stony fix stare
and live to tell the tell tell tell so well, oh well
I'm a angel headed devil cat singer of forbidden verse
I'm the one born when eleven crosses your trail
zing zing zing better do the over the shoulder toss
salt salt salt the Red Queen squawks
and Alice walks the fashion show plank
her see-through knickers lit up by El Inferno
down bellow, we gotta go-go ga-ga for Lady Lobster
and I ask you who who who are you the real Mobster
down here in the thief of fire dens where the neon shadows
sweep the Empire of Vampires into the dust bin of History
the dust bag brotherhoods mount the stairs of the serpent
on the mountain, cuz...........what it is.....gee wiz....what
it ain't I aint no saint and I ain't no sinner, can't get no
thinner, can't speak no mo evil in no con-fess-shun boot
its all a hot some like it hoot, hoot, hoot, comin from
all sides now, clean dirt, night dirt, dirty dirt, dern darn dang
all them gongs kickin around around around down them dug
Kerouac alleys, maaaaaaaaaan