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I don’t know what it is anymore
It ain’t kicking a can down the road
It’s not an endless summer drive
Filled with sunshine and iced tea
Or drive-in movies under a starry sky
And the smell of jasmine in the air

Who can define something
That no longer exists?
Like a stretch of blacktop without neon
Or young love with innocence
And frosty root beer floats
Or a moonlit bay filled with boats

Chorus
Freedom is missing
Gone with yesterday’s rain
Freedom is missing
There is nothing left to gain
Freedom is a satchel
That lost all its grain

Those who appreciate it most
Are being shown the door
Those doing the shoving
Have no soul to bore
Just money belts filled
From the executioner’s chore

The Dark Age has ascended
Without a knight in sight
And the hell hounds are howling
From across the River Styx
We’ve just crossed the Rubicon
What comes next, you can’t fix

Chorus
Freedom is missing
Gone with yesterday’s rain
Freedom is missing
There is nothing left to gain
Freedom is a satchel
That lost all its grain
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The world is a quagmire
Of tyrants and scapegoats
Sociopaths run the asylum
If you ain’t with ‘em
You’re against ‘em
And considered a bum

A trip to the store
For a bottle of courage
You encounter the real lunatics
Gloating of their wealth
All bloated and dreary
The picture of pompous health

I don’t face the world
Without a toke
And a cuppa Joe
If you want clarity
And inner peace
It’s the only way to go

Politicians ramble
To hear their own voice
While the sheep listen
Then shout and rejoice
There isn’t one word of meaning
The poppycock of the perverse

Reactionaries everywhere
From sea to shining sea
Not an ounce of critical thinking
Not even at High Tea
Vitriol and spoiled cabbage
Just for you and me

Chorus
I don’t face the world
Without a toke
And a cuppa Joe
If you want clarity
And inner peace
It’s the only way to go

Is there a savior
Clear-minded of purpose
Out there somewhere
Intent to save the day?
Or are we doomed
With an Era of Bad Feeling
In a game we shouldn’t play?

It matters not
To the powers that be
They’re on a high stool
And the drinks are on me
And it’s about to hit the fan
For all the world to see

If You Want Clarity and Inner Peace

This Old Bar

Could’ve been anywhere...
On a Friday night.
Could’ve been somewhere...
Under brighter lights.

But it was here.
This old bar.
Just a jukebox hum,
And laughter,
At nothing.
Talking ‘til the words wore out.

Lean in
This old bar...
Don’t look like much.
Couple of stools.
Counters
Dust.
But in the back corner,
Where time doesn’t start...
It’s holding a piece of my quiet heart.

Could’ve been anywhere...
On a back road.
On a porch swing.
Could’ve been in a tailgate scene.
But it was here.
The neon...
Low.
Stories we told,
That no one else will know.

Lean closer
This old bar...
Don’t look like much.
Couple of stools.
A counter.
Dust.
But in the back corner...
Time still waits.
And darling it's a part of me
In this old bar.

Exhale
Yeah.
This old bar.
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Fix It. Don't Nix It

We’ve all become bulls
Tuned loose in an arena of fools
The Potomac Basin is overrun
The center of the vast arena
And the bulls charge out
Ready to have their fun

How did we become such spawn
Acing like schoolyard children
Or raucous trailhands full of Who Hit John
The Basin is full of them
And the old oak tree is wrapped
With a bright red ribbon

Chorus
Everybody wants to talk
And nobody wants to listen
They don’t care one lick
The nature of your position
Don’t let the cancel culture nix it
It’s time for us all to fix it

The Dark Con of Man
Spreads throughout the land
Carving a vast chasm
We are in the throes of spasm
We cannot wave it off
As every person has them

Bridge
Love is the answer
Love is the key
Render unto Caesar
That which is Caesar’s
And unto God
The things that are God’s
But don’t for a minute

Try to say it’s the same
Because the Almighty
Has no hand in this game
We have all taken the toxic potion
Trying to wash hands in Neptune’s Ocean

Chorus
Everybody wants to talk
And nobody wants to listen
They don’t care one lick
The nature of your position
Don’t let the cancel culture nix it
It’s time for us all to fix it

This Then That

GOING TO GET ON THAT TRAIN   remixed   10 / 23 / 25

ONE   DAY YOU’LL CALL ME FROM THE MOON LOVE
AND I’LL TELL YOU I’LL BE THERE SOON
IT ONLY TAKES AN AIR BALLOON

DO YOU REMEMBER GOOD OLD MOONDOG
THE DIAMOND CARVER IN THE AIR
LONG GONE BUT STILL AROUND SOMEWHERE

LONG GONE BUT STILL AROUND SOMEWHERE
 
LET’S CALL IT THE CALL OF THE MOON LOVE 
LOONIES ATTRACTION FROM ABOVE
BREAKING NO PEACE ON BLUE LAGOON

REMEMBER MICHAEL AND HIS MOONWALK
THE DIAMOND DANCER IN THE AIR
SPIRITUAL HEIR OF FRED ASTAIRE

IT ONLY TAKES AN AIR BALLOON

I WOULD SO HATE TO MISS YOUR LOVE BABE
BY MISSING YOUR CALL FROM THE MOON
GIVE ME NO TIME I’LL BE THERE SOON

GOING TO GET ON THAT TRAIN remixed 10 / 23 / 25

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