Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

keep pushin'...named
that bus further, flippin'
his hammer, headed down
mexico way...eatin' hot chili
that's what lil stevie say..
shouldn't a took more than ya
gave....Dave Mason say!...............

what was said when his day finally came and Neal at the wheel
decided to head on done that road called forever
did he say never never
or did he say it's all in the head
what more needs to be said
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Two and a Half Men Forum

i suddenly feel as though i know
how to play the cello,
and play the cello i must.

i suddenly feel i can
dance the marengue
and dance the marengue i must.

"what the ?"
big smiles on their
faces, when they hear
those salsa sounds,
so good I inevitably
miss the call, "yeah,
that's my phone"

gourd, skin, and wire
wooden pegs for tunin'
my lil turkish spike fiddle
go ahead, nah....nah really
go ahead and play...............

perpetual cello
underscoring perpetual sky born melodies
wafts of orchestra comb the continuum
while choirs croon sweet kaleidoscopes

back to that distance
we never traveled
back to that drink the
wine, it will make you
forget the past..........
ashes of time, space
time continum, knockin'
em down by degrees,
red emma's coffee house
our new bastion of anarchy
presente ragas con slide
guitarra...........................

con pesto con glomerate
con tinue yum
careening into menus flung from epistrophes

awhile wild and winsome
come move with the melosphere
come mission the mind of fear

the fear is near
or it far away instead
best to keep close my dear
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how to roll a joint

the apostrophe of
fondness, I fear my
sweet tooth is getting
the better of me, exodus
which way do I go?
uptown...crosstown...
ya know I'm already
downtown, waiting for
you to write Petula my
sweet wild chapalulla.............

round these parts
we call em chapachoolat
some of those honky tonk dames
who know what's what

women are wise
and men are ready

and me? i'm just waiting for my down to earth babe

lil ride cross town
walkin' zaar dog
by the harbor, latte
kickin' in....sure is warm
enuff to go for a swim
dare ya to jump in
wow judih we be in
a perpetual jam, ain't
some kinda keepin'
the score poetry slam
total bliss, like a lil boy
just been kissed for the
1st time....jam on my friends.....................

jammon my friends
keep the halva hummin
strummin our basic codependensee
a word flies out
and a thought flies free
a phrase latches into the riff
and a mind takes a thought for a walk

takin' the words for a stroll
the talk for a walk, "lend me
your lobes" as lord buckley
used to say, he had em a
house out in the desert, near
las vegas with a hundred and 50
mattresses encircling it and a
big welded horse in the living
room where he could sit and
hold court, the tan level desert
runs thru the viewfinder of my
wired mind, rajastani banjara
visions, untethered camels
roaming free down by the water
hole, riyaz and ragini laying down
solid sounds whilst the slide guitar
plays it's entrancing refrain, robert
johnson highway 51 kill me a son
and old abe said, "where ya want
this killin' done?" as the farmers wife
hatin' mices to pieces cut there
pointed lil heads off "CHOP" with
her cut yer heart out carving knife
and bobby zimmerman told that
60 minute man, yeah like a rolling
stone was my best song even if I
took it's title from that muddy waters
man...............................................

buckets of rain
buckets of ice
it's raining buckets of dylan

short-circuit brain
buckets of mind

gonna be cold tonight, darlin
gonna freeze our ass, o baby
gonna be a night to keep our toes warm
under blankets of midnight loving,
buckets of lovin

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