###
The Rhymes
Of
Davy Crockett Reincarnated
###
The Invasion Of Iraq
###
River Of Greed
(March 2004)
What do you want?
What do you need?
It's the latest flow aglow ~
The River of Greed!
Patch-up your boat ~
Set it afloat ~
Junk your former attitude
& leap the moat!
Bring all your money ~
Consume along the way ~
Your noble global Daddy
Is here to stay ~
Your credit's always good
In his new neighborhood
Where the ducks love to duck
When the bullets splinter wood ~
All our friends who
Are able
Are invited to
The table ~
We got boxcars
Full of greed
& a profit
Guaranteed ~
The Islam is smokin'
On the barbecue!
Spread capitalism catsup
For a taste true-blue!
Throw your protest signs
Into the cracklin' fire!!
Sing the Star Spangled Banner
As the flames flame higher!!!
There's no such thing
As hypocrisy
As noble global Daddy
Talks Democracy ~
The Iraqian sunrise
Is a glowin' ~
The star-spangled river
Is a flowin' ~
We got just what
The Islamics crave ~
Gillette razors for
A close shave ~
If you don't have money
Volunteer to shovel coal ~
This boat is a steamin'
Into the Black Hole ~
The whole fleet is a followin'
Economy & all ~
Habeas Corpus, Due Process
Into 'de Hole do fall ~
Our Right Wing Gov'ment
In the pilot house ~
Democratic Party in the hold
Trapped like a mouse ~
We're wearin' our
Hangman's nooses as
Ashcroft & the FBI
Pull up the slack ~
Whoopeeeeeee!!!
Straight ahead
The
Black Hole of Iraq...
Leaving Iraq
###
Do It For The Troops
(December, 2006)
Keep on trippin’
Keep on slippin’
Into the void of
The misty rainbow
Do it like a tramp
Across the grass damp
Keep on steppin’ on
Yodeling, “ho ho ho!”
Keep on keeping on
Like a peeping-tom dawn
Day after day ‘til
The shade is drawn
Keep on trippin’
Keep on slippin’
Sideways
Out of Iraq
Like a Sidewinder snake
Like a piece of cake
Like a petrified dream
That’s never comin’ back
Look up your senator
On the twinkling screen
Write him some mail
About what you mean
Keep on trippin’,
Do so with no slippin’
Backwards,
Like a roaring ant
Carry your timber
Try to stay limber
& mean every word
That you rant
Go forward together
Know when to wait
Easy on the trigger
Always aim straight
Get some sleep before dawn
& keep on keeping on
Don’t let
Your blood boil over
If you get the chance
Grab some babe & slow dance
Or take a nap
In the swaddling clover
If nothing else, you can
Always duck & cover
Do it for
Your maniac brother
Keep on trippin’
Keep on whippin’
Yourself
When nobody’s lookin’
If you gotta roam
To find a home
Make sure someone there
Has something cookin’
Don’t loan your gun
Or give away your hat
Kill if you must
But don’t kick the scrawny cat
Give to the needy
Buffalo the greedy
Cheer up the sullen
Avoid the truly brainless
If you get knocked out
On the railroad tracks
Make sure
They’re somewhat trainless
Do it for your boss
Each time you say, “oops”
Do it for your momma
& do it for the troops
I like being
Familiar
With
Where I am
When I must eat toast
I like
Butter
& jam
If I have to
Go
Some place
New
It’s okay
With me if
Its okay
With you
I don’t understand
Why
Some people
Like to fight
But if that’s what they
Like to do
I guess
That’s alright
I don’t know why
Some people think
They gotta
Murder & kill
But if this is what
You’re doin’
Try
A purple chill pill
Keep on slippin’
Keep on trippin’
Around the bend &
Up the stairs
If you have to sleep
In the forest
Watch out
For drooling bears
Keep on trekin’
Yes, I reckon
That’s a lot better
Than playing dead
And another good idea
Might be
To stay
Well read
Do it so that when
You live with
A bunch
Of nincompoops
In order to
Fit
Thru
The loops
You won’t have to
Walk around
Wearing
Whirling hulahoops
Do it
For
The
Troops!
Yahoo, let’s kick
The global nobles
Outta
Dodge
The fat CEOs
And
Their
Puppet entourage
Let’s give
Our-
Selves
A raise
And let
The
Sheep
Graze
Let’s fall on
Our knees
&
Praise
Thee
Almighty One
A-
Bove
Let’s all
Fall
In
Love
Do it for
The ghost
Of
Marilyn Monroe
Do it
For
All
That doith grow
Do it for Iraq
& our country’s
Giant
“Oops”
Do it
For
The
Troops!
Let’s build a giant
Barge
By the Med-
Iterranean shore
Load Israel
Onto it
& hand ‘em
A golden oar
Tell ‘em
God
Is on
The other side
And to row
Their new ship
Called the
U.S.S. Clyde
Across
The
Medi-
Terranean Sea
When halfway there
To
Drop anchor
And be
Without
Enemies
&
Deep blue free
Do it
Dandy
&
Fine
Do
It
For
Palestine!
Do
It
For
Me
Do
It
For
You
Let’s
All
Be
Free
All aboard the
Yes I can!
Yes I can!
Huffin’ puffin’ choo choo…
###
The Secret Passage
(February 2007)
Where might be
The secret passage
To heaven?
Might ye
Buy it
At the Seven-Eleven?
Where is this passage
Thru which so many
Seek to pass?
Is it in thy
Beloved's eye
Or at Sunday Mass?
Please tell me
Oh Lord
Where I might find
This passage to the
Oblivion of torment
In my mind
Can it be found
Upon
The desert trail?
Or might it be
Delivered
In the mail?
Oh Lordy Lordy
I am
Growing feint
Can it be found in
A parable or
A can of paint?
Oh my darlin'
Is this secret passage
A beatitude?
Or per chance
Is it a more
Reverent attitude?
Or oh mother
Mary
Up above
Is
It just plain old
True blue love?
And
If
It be
What kind of
True blue love
Must we
Seek
Of
Thee?
Love enslaved
Or
May it be
Wild
&
Free?
Will it come only with
Lots of prayer
Or simply naturally?
Where is this
Secret passage to
Oh my heaven?
Certainly it cannot
Be bought at
The Seven-Eleven!
###
River Of Greed
(March 2004)
What do you want?
What do you need?
It's the latest flow aglow ~
The River of Greed!
Patch-up your boat ~
Set it afloat ~
Junk your former attitude
& leap the moat!
Bring all your money ~
Consume along the way ~
Your noble global Daddy
Is here to stay ~
Your credit's always good
In his new neighborhood
Where the ducks love to duck
When the bullets splinter wood ~
All our friends who
Are able
Are invited to
The table ~
We got boxcars
Full of greed
& a profit
Guaranteed ~
The Islam is smokin'
On the barbecue!
Spread capitalism catsup
For a taste true-blue!
Throw your protest signs
Into the cracklin' fire!!
Sing the Star Spangled Banner
As the flames flame higher!!!
There's no such thing
As hypocrisy
As noble global Daddy
Talks Democracy ~
The Iraqian sunrise
Is a glowin' ~
The star-spangled river
Is a flowin' ~
We got just what
The Islamics crave ~
Gillette razors for
A close shave ~
If you don't have money
Volunteer to shovel coal ~
This boat is a steamin'
Into the Black Hole ~
The whole fleet is a followin'
Economy & all ~
Habeas Corpus, Due Process
Into 'de Hole do fall ~
Our Right Wing Gov'ment
In the pilot house ~
Democratic Party in the hold
Trapped like a mouse ~
We're wearin' our
Hangman's nooses as
Ashcroft & the FBI
Pull up the slack ~
Whoopeeeeeee!!!
Straight ahead
The
Black Hole of Iraq...
###
Helen Of Albuquerque
(March 2004)
She's blonde
& she's pretty
with a sign
in her hand ~
She's chantin'
& wigglin'
& makin'
her stand ~
She's a vision
a fire
ablazing
& hot ~
I pass by on
the bus
with
one glimpse caught...
~~~
The protestors
behind her
dream-bumpin'
backside ~
Are about to
break into
the street
like a riptide ~
It's scary
like a war
has found
a new home ~
In her armory eyes
as I
slip by
somewhat alone...
~~~
Thousands of soldiers
& marines are
about
to invade ~
A poor desert
nation
with next
to no shade ~
Our boys
are packin'
one hell
of a sting ~
But it ain't nothin'
next to that
blonde
pretty young thing!
###
Helen Of Albuquerque
(March 2004)
She's blonde
& she's pretty
with a sign
in her hand ~
She's chantin'
& wigglin'
& makin'
her stand ~
She's a vision
a fire
ablazing
& hot ~
I pass by on
the bus
with
one glimpse caught...
~~~
The protestors
behind her
dream-bumpin'
backside ~
Are about to
break into
the street
like a riptide ~
It's scary
like a war
has found
a new home ~
In her armory eyes
as I
slip by
somewhat alone...
~~~
Thousands of soldiers
& marines are
about
to invade ~
A poor desert
nation
with next
to no shade ~
Our boys
are packin'
one hell
of a sting ~
But it ain't nothin'
next to that
blonde
pretty young thing!
###
The Occupation Of Iraq
###
Identifying With The Enemy
(September 2004)
Sand in the wind
blood on the ground
mechanical buzzards
circling around ~
I stick my thumb out
for a ride
a ragged old feller
homeless bound ~
Her face appears
in the sky up above
she says with a groan
"don't talk about love" ~
The vision comes
the vision goes
a shot & splattered
holy white dove ~
I'm covered with dirt
my throat is dry
I gotta leave again
or I'm gonna die ~
Multiple excuses
spin in my head
yet there is
no reason why ~
The sun up above
smokin' his nose
is always there
wherever I goes ~
The tip of the nose
of the flaming sun
drops an ash
& forever glows ~
Tom Dooley the crow
squawkin' at my side
squawks "hello"
but there's still no ride ~
Bullets start to fly
babies start to cry
poor folks run around
lookin' for a place to hide ~
Stumblin'
fallin'
moanin'
crawlin' ~
Buildings crashing down
on top 'o their heads
a tank in the street
sputterin' & stallin' ~
I become a layered cake
of grease & grime
just standing here
without one dime ~
Thumb wavin' above
the tossed & turned
wishin' hopin' someone
will stop just one time ~
But they have no pity
they all drive by
a wet sticky tear
squeezes outta my eye ~
Tom Dooley, we gotta
get out of this place
but it looks like we're gonna
just stand here & die ~
The world's so hot
folks broken & lame
one by one
turn into flame ~
Her face appears again
from deep down
outta her throat
churns up my name ~
The tears won't stop
they're all over my face
my thumb's stuck out
but it seems out of place ~
Someone pulls over
ahhhhhhh
this picks up
the pace ~
The man at the wheel
is wrapped real tight
around & around
with dynamite ~
I hop in
the coupe takes off
he turns to me &
says, "gotta light?"
It's an Islamic moment
suspended in time
it's suddenly quiet
there's no more rhyme ~
The bell in the tower
inside of my soul
swings to n' fro
a mysterious chime ~
The crow, Dooley, my friend
has flown far away
the moment ticks like a clock
with nothin' to say ~
The desert landscape
floats by like a dream
with nothin' to do
but lollygag all day ~
I dig in my pocket
pull out my bic
get the flame going
with one little flick ~
The vision in the sky
of her memorable beauty
is now some how
a silly dumb chick ~
As the suicide bomber
holds up the fuse
its a proposition
I cannot refuse ~
Almighty God winkith
as we settle back
for one last
bumpy cruise ~
Heaven opens up her
transparent arms
bumps us with love &
other immaculate charms ~
A crispy flash
explodes all around
kills quite a few & sends us
to distant angelic farms ~
Ohhhhhhh the sun up above
he knows
as he smokes his
eternal cigar nose ~
Strums his banjo
combs his flames
& the crow so free do fly
wherever the river flows...
###
Go Ahead, Soldier
(September 2004)
My older brother
has seen some combat
but I
have not ~
He got a bullet in
the ankle
but I've
never been shot ~
I figure the Iraq
occupation
is
a mess ~
I figure we've
already lost it
I
confess ~
However
I'm
not
always right ~
So go ahead,
soldier,
continue
the fight...
~~~
I'm not a blind
follower
instead
I read books ~
The White House
I believe
is misled by
billionaire crooks ~
I see no reason
to die or kill
so somebody else
can get rich ~
I'd just as soon go
some place
else
& dig a ditch ~
But there might be
something to win
in the
darkest night ~
Don't forget to
duck, soldier,
in the midst of
the fight...
~~~
I'm doing what
I can
to straighten
this thing out ~
Dying for Halliburton
isn't what
it's
all about ~
To
promote
a
lie ~
Or
pie
in
the sky ~
Is
no
reason
why ~
One should be
willing
to
kill or die ~
But when you're stuck
with a duty
with no
end in sight ~
Go ahead, soldier,
take aim
and
fight...
~~~
There's not much else
you
can
do ~
But stay alive for
what is
or is not
true ~
If you get
back
in
one piece ~
Maybe your
pay
will
increase ~
If you come
back
broken
down ~
Sooner or later
you'll
get
around ~
You nor I
are the wisest
men
alive ~
I suppose
I should
end this
silly-ass jive ~
I guess what
I'm trying
to
say ~
Is I hope you
make it
thru
today ~
Every
day
without
too much dismay ~
& I'm sorry
as hell
about
this plight ~
Concerning our nation
& what does & doesn't
work
& what is & isn't right ~
Just know, soldier, that
some old ne'er-do-well
far away
tonight ~
Hopes
you
get back home
alright...
###
Leaving Iraq
###
Do It For The Troops
(December, 2006)
Keep on trippin’
Keep on slippin’
Into the void of
The misty rainbow
Do it like a tramp
Across the grass damp
Keep on steppin’ on
Yodeling, “ho ho ho!”
Keep on keeping on
Like a peeping-tom dawn
Day after day ‘til
The shade is drawn
Keep on trippin’
Keep on slippin’
Sideways
Out of Iraq
Like a Sidewinder snake
Like a piece of cake
Like a petrified dream
That’s never comin’ back
Look up your senator
On the twinkling screen
Write him some mail
About what you mean
Keep on trippin’,
Do so with no slippin’
Backwards,
Like a roaring ant
Carry your timber
Try to stay limber
& mean every word
That you rant
Go forward together
Know when to wait
Easy on the trigger
Always aim straight
Get some sleep before dawn
& keep on keeping on
Don’t let
Your blood boil over
If you get the chance
Grab some babe & slow dance
Or take a nap
In the swaddling clover
If nothing else, you can
Always duck & cover
Do it for
Your maniac brother
Keep on trippin’
Keep on whippin’
Yourself
When nobody’s lookin’
If you gotta roam
To find a home
Make sure someone there
Has something cookin’
Don’t loan your gun
Or give away your hat
Kill if you must
But don’t kick the scrawny cat
Give to the needy
Buffalo the greedy
Cheer up the sullen
Avoid the truly brainless
If you get knocked out
On the railroad tracks
Make sure
They’re somewhat trainless
Do it for your boss
Each time you say, “oops”
Do it for your momma
& do it for the troops
I like being
Familiar
With
Where I am
When I must eat toast
I like
Butter
& jam
If I have to
Go
Some place
New
It’s okay
With me if
Its okay
With you
I don’t understand
Why
Some people
Like to fight
But if that’s what they
Like to do
I guess
That’s alright
I don’t know why
Some people think
They gotta
Murder & kill
But if this is what
You’re doin’
Try
A purple chill pill
Keep on slippin’
Keep on trippin’
Around the bend &
Up the stairs
If you have to sleep
In the forest
Watch out
For drooling bears
Keep on trekin’
Yes, I reckon
That’s a lot better
Than playing dead
And another good idea
Might be
To stay
Well read
Do it so that when
You live with
A bunch
Of nincompoops
In order to
Fit
Thru
The loops
You won’t have to
Walk around
Wearing
Whirling hulahoops
Do it
For
The
Troops!
Yahoo, let’s kick
The global nobles
Outta
Dodge
The fat CEOs
And
Their
Puppet entourage
Let’s give
Our-
Selves
A raise
And let
The
Sheep
Graze
Let’s fall on
Our knees
&
Praise
Thee
Almighty One
A-
Bove
Let’s all
Fall
In
Love
Do it for
The ghost
Of
Marilyn Monroe
Do it
For
All
That doith grow
Do it for Iraq
& our country’s
Giant
“Oops”
Do it
For
The
Troops!
Let’s build a giant
Barge
By the Med-
Iterranean shore
Load Israel
Onto it
& hand ‘em
A golden oar
Tell ‘em
God
Is on
The other side
And to row
Their new ship
Called the
U.S.S. Clyde
Across
The
Medi-
Terranean Sea
When halfway there
To
Drop anchor
And be
Without
Enemies
&
Deep blue free
Do it
Dandy
&
Fine
Do
It
For
Palestine!
Do
It
For
Me
Do
It
For
You
Let’s
All
Be
Free
All aboard the
Yes I can!
Yes I can!
Huffin’ puffin’ choo choo…
###
The Secret Passage
(February 2007)
Where might be
The secret passage
To heaven?
Might ye
Buy it
At the Seven-Eleven?
Where is this passage
Thru which so many
Seek to pass?
Is it in thy
Beloved's eye
Or at Sunday Mass?
Please tell me
Oh Lord
Where I might find
This passage to the
Oblivion of torment
In my mind
Can it be found
Upon
The desert trail?
Or might it be
Delivered
In the mail?
Oh Lordy Lordy
I am
Growing feint
Can it be found in
A parable or
A can of paint?
Oh my darlin'
Is this secret passage
A beatitude?
Or per chance
Is it a more
Reverent attitude?
Or oh mother
Mary
Up above
Is
It just plain old
True blue love?
And
If
It be
What kind of
True blue love
Must we
Seek
Of
Thee?
Love enslaved
Or
May it be
Wild
&
Free?
Will it come only with
Lots of prayer
Or simply naturally?
Where is this
Secret passage to
Oh my heaven?
Certainly it cannot
Be bought at
The Seven-Eleven!
###