Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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it's all silver
it's all gold
no time to pick
no time to choose
the blues can't touch a man
who's riding the flow
go go go
the hills are callin' the wireman
jack down south with the bam & bam
it's easy fallin' into rhyme
it happens all the time
i remember Betty & me
climbing the stairs
me breathing the air she moved thru

I'm here
Cafe Nola
huevos rancheros time
Lovin the wifi
Lovin the jam
Warp speed
Gotta eat fast
Chill in da air
Wayback machine
Mr. Peabody
Spouting out philosophies
"Nothin up my sleeve."
Magical dance
Upon the Willie Shake stage
To be or not to be

Back from interlude w/friends
Me belly full
Nola busy
Me on 2nd screwdriver
Getting my head screwed on straight
Got a show to go to tonight
Loving life

and ain 't that the way
it's done now?
enjoy your day Mark !

falling into love
with them spartan women
stay away from me American woman
up against the wall red neck mothers

a rhyme in time saves nine
autistic Prosody
like being color blind
deaf to the tune

dirty harry knew his limits
I got to limp to fly
everything is beautiful and nothing hurts

don't make love to a black widow spider
jack be nimble

falling into the road
bam bam slam bam slam
ghost riders cowboy change your ways
of with them I will ride

what's on the end of your fork

a slab of woman
teach your daughters well

your mother's hell

thank god for intelligent women.

Floating intelligence
Sound of the cafe crowd
Ringing in my ears
Watching dead and football
at same time last night
Workingmans dead
Cumberland blues
Lot a poor men gotta walk the line
Ain't worked union nigh on 23 years
It kinda died
Now we're struggling wid obamacare
To get some Benny's
Not the speed
Mind me
Cancelled
Conclusion
Pre existing
Prenuptial
Prepare for your future
The future is now
Step into the future
We are al Bozo's on this bus
I got your Firesign
Cheech and Chong
Dream cycle
Dreamcicle
Dreams I never seen
Hung up
Knocked down
Down so low
Ya gots to have a bottom
Hold yer breath
Now count to 10
Click your heels you'll b in Kansas
Dust in the wind
Jam!

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose / When he lets a woman hold him in her hands?...

kicked back laid back in Guadalupe county
jamming without a net

dreaming just comes natural like the first breath of a baby jprine

Montreal 1974
when I was on the run from spider love
I was sleeping on some bales of hay nearby my elephants
woke from a sweet dream of holding a baby
she loved me like an elephant
drew me to her body with an irresistible strength

I was born to run from true love

hello baby I am gone have a cup of rock and rye
on the day I was born my daddy sat down and cried

rolling in my sweet baby's arms

Frida blue
Someone asked
Great women artists?
Immediately Frida's name
popped into my mind
Actually one of my favorite
Artist movies
Selma Hayek a goddess
Henry and June
Uma Thurman a goddess as June
Let's see Sophia Loren....Jean Moreau ....
& of course Claudia Cardinale....
The list goes on and on
Jam sauce
Jam season
Jamaliscious
Jambunctious
Now I'm making em up
Jammers we b perpetually
Open to all
Hope on board the jam train
Your gonna have a ball
All about life
In all it's extremes
The telling of it
Even revealing your hidden dreams
Rhyming
Stop on a dime- ing
Free verse
Or prose
Thing is to get it down
Be a clown
Be lowdown
Rhyme or don't
Quote or won't
Beguiling but always smiling
In the sticky jam

woman in blue
devil in blue dress
tangled up in blue

bow down to her on sundays
salute her when her birthday comes
mysteries of the Devine feminine

woman is the wonder of the world
mother natures pearl

"with women fun came into the world"

Soren Kierkegaard sings the blues.

Carnegie Mellon University 1976

long tall red haired college woman
this picture hanging the wall over her bed I could see the flame flickering in her brown eyes
she lay there smiling as she said no
I took her at her word
she seemed disapointed
I think she wanted me to persist
but I resisted using all my strength to take her
is rape in the eyes of the beholder
I am so stupid about women

No answers
Just like the flowers
Waves on the sea
Rising ebb and flow
Ceu singing now
A goddess
I've sung with a few
Sweet Michelle the last
Gone to Santa Fe now
Beautiful poetesses
Grace my stage these daze
Each unique in their own way
Lady Day ultimate siren
I'd follow that voice anywhere
The voice - Ultimate instrument
The word - Maximum communication
Can be heavy sounding
Or a wisp of a whisper
Wise or totally foolish
All boils down to words
A listener sitting out there
Taking it all in
I think that's why loud senseless
banter disgusts me so
Or these people sitting around
passing judgement on those they think
they know, but do they?
So many facets wrapped in the
Totality of each and every one of us
The minute you try to pin it down
It slips away
Hold the bird gently
Leave the cage door open
Let it fly

ya wake up
& reality is 8.4 degrees above zero
with the sub-arctic mercury dime blues come lookin'
to spend some time with you
get outta here i say
i don't care how lonely ya are
find your way down to Black Creek
take your infections with ya
i am proof against your kind
or ain't ya heard? & if you are still here
five seconds from now
i'll set the wolves on ya
and that will be some jam
ya won't soon forget

a little david bowie
and some golden years right here, please

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Not a thought....."Angel!"

Woke up with this line stuck
in me craw.....stepping into the pain of her total being.
Not in a dream
Just in my brain
Somewhere in that instant
of waking
Heading down for some brunch

speak & live
is the imperative
speak before we die
speak or die
can't ride unless you're moved
can't fly if ya keep
it all inside
cry it
shout it
go down by the river
let it shine
no language - no life
is the rule
BIG LANGUAGE
BIG LIFE !
PIE FOR BREAKFAST !

Her apple pie
Given with sincerity
I ate it
Even though it was
frozen

Starbucks again
Wifi best
Company loud
Cept at the end
of the night

Take me to the river
Al Green my ears
Need a bath
But 1st a shower
I think it might rain

The afternoon proceeded
@ a blistering pace
Bad Beatle covers ruled
the sound waves
John in conversation
Then a Bowie rendition
of the little drummer boy

Saturday in Frederick
It's the holidaze
Families out together
Streets full of merry
"Your love is better than ice cream," Sarah sings

I was dreaming about playing these custom guitars last night, the wood comes from Blind Willie Johnson's house.

in the pain of her being
who among us can know
walk a mile in her panty hose
line sticking in my head
'only women bleed'
many years pondered the phenomenology of female spatiality
give up
what would a wombless man know about that

juss' passin through
no where to run
no where to hide
a prisoner of love

all the resentment of men that
woman has felt for sixty years
distill it down to its bitter essence
a picture for a thousand words