You should (might?)
be able to click
on the little triangle
at the end of the play bar
and get a pull down list of options
Otherwise click
double-click
then call some kid
you know...
Perry Gladstone, 2006
The world comes to a grinding halt
as missiles speed to temple dome
a fate awaiting prepared for you
by brands you wore, your choice of brew
...Iran
As Trees uproot and bridges fall
I patiently await your call
Our time has come the end is near
for us to shed societal fears
When we look back upon this day
I know the words that we will say
We had our fun, it was a blast
but none of it was made to last
So take my hand and walk away
its not to late to set things straight
a reality made to order
can be sent back across the border
...reality tv sucks
I know you know that we know too
feelings not derived from truth
Only serve to bring about
trivialities with little clout
Its easy once you know how
momentum sprays a frothing bow
Choose to see connections 'tween
the things we buy and air we breathe
...true cost
An apple trucked across the land
is not the eye of healthy man
The car that drives us, stars we lauded
are nothing more than corporate fodder.
Politicos jockey themselves
As boys on an island once delved
ideals are slaughten
Truth long forgotten
All but power now recklessly shelved
Eres un Parchita, la fruta de pasion
Te pienso con anhelo, y yo tengo razon
Tu ochos es los pozos, profundo y astuto
Tu boca es un flauta, perfecto para gusto
Tu cuerpo escultura, es una cosa de desear
Tu mente y cerebro, todo compeler
Entonces mi parchita, estoy agradecido porque
piensamiento que esta puedo sientir suerte
In spite of the building, grey from outside
a light shines inside her to pierce the divide
Distance knows nothing of feelings and dreams
our lights blend together, my heart grows its wings
Fog drifts over, my lids heavy too
The yeast and the barley have taken their due
Sitting here dizzy I think of what might pass
And you are there present, in all neural paths
A state such as this is not one for reason
So right at this moment I shall not go past season
My feelings are real enough for this moment
I hope to find out that you too are proponent
My love has gone past the ‘what if it were’
And entered the place where my life is part yours
Should you see the same things then the dream might come true
If we change how we feel then at least it was true
Te falto mucho
It’s a high-test day, glimmer frost, glimmer strong
Sharp and cold sun, not for long
The prospect knows that his time is near
And we laugh for we know that this is what’s dear
“They’re quirky” I’m told as fruit falls from the tree
No problem I say, it’s not Greek to me
She cubes it and serves in stew to taste
I remember the thing, cold fridge, on a plate
The phone rings again as she’s prone to do
“Whatcha doing?”, not question but greeting, a que
The list now prepared I answer in time
The circuit completes, we finish our dime
Around the lanes the wind blows bare
what it seeks no longer there
Alas poor wind I'll tell you now
this one you seek is long for gone
Places you will never know
behind closed doors
where spices grow
Should have known my blustery friend
a time so high is sure to end
A gift to treasure, a smile to share
not gilders hidden in cupboards bare
Go my friend and set thee forth
for new horizons beckon
Sing to us of stories north
southwester, and treasures eastern
Yes too I sigh from time to time
as certain smells will linger
Yet for the best my blustery friend
set forth we will, and deliver.