The Magic That Happens On A Summer Night

The bad stuff
and the sad stuff.
Anything but the glad stuff.
I'm just not feeling it today.

The 'why' stuff
and the 'high' stuff.
Anything but the 'goodbye' stuff.
I'm just not feeling it today.

We were old and in love.
We were young and tired.
... gets gone before you know it,
and it's all pointless.

Dead ends
and old friends.
Roll credits and the movie ends.
I'm just not feeling it today.
I'm just not feeling it today.
I'm just not feeling it today.

I'm Just Not Feeling It These Days

Briefly #3

Briefly #4

Briefly #6

It's best to smoke the peace pipe at sunset.
Feed your dreams and give chase.
Heed what the cactus wren said,
and greet the stars with your embrace ...

Evening

His name was Hangin' Fruit Cholla.
He had a reputation.
He rode into town at sunset
as those of his ilk are wont to do
Some say he comes from Cincinnati. 
Some say that's where he's goin' to.

His name was Hangin' Fruit Cholla.
He rode like a man haunted.
Some say he's lookin' for somethin'.
Some say he's runnin' away.
Some say he comes from Cincinnati. 
Some folks have too much to say.

His name was Hangin' Fruit Cholla.
He had a reputation.
Some say he was a cosmic cowboy
riding the stars across the sky.
Some say it's just his imagination,
Hangin' Fruit Cholla riding by.
Hangin' Fruit Cholla riding by.
Hangin' Fruit Cholla riding by.

Hangin' Fruit Cholla (the Official Fan Club version)

Til You Came Along

I was a long haired, skinny kid with a sparsely populated mustache
on a greyhound from Pittsburgh to Buffalo. 
A hippie girl in skintight hip hugger slacks sat down right next to me.
Took me a half hour to say hello. 
Hello. Do you think we'll be making love soon? 
Life on the road, ain't it grand? 
Could be I'm looking for America. 
Could be I'm off to visit my aunt.

The Summer Of '73 (the moustache song) - 1st Verse only

Crooked old women hobble down the street.
Weather old men drive pick-up trucks.
At this stage of life, I suspect,
they just don't give a fuck.

I sleep deep and I dream heavy
on the Petticoat Junction Express.
Thunder rumbles and I dream on,
on the Petticoat Junction Express.

When there are aliens or dinosaurs involved
there are always kids on foot.
You'd think by now they would've learned,
it's safer just to stay put.

I sleep deep and I dream heavy
on the Petticoat Junction Express.
Thunder rumbles and I dream on,
on the Petticoat Junction Express.

Venus and Jupiter drift toward conjunction
on a sea of darkness and light.
I raise my banner to the old Oak King
and dance in the deepening night.

The full moon rises and I'm afflicted.
Grizzly Creek's beginning to crest.
Be that as it may a gentle breeze blows
on the Petticoat Junction Express.

The Petticoat Junction Express

... test driving new hardware/software...

When Pigs Can Fly

evening

(the first two verses of) all along the watchtower

8 13 25

vodoo chili (slightly, a return)

ooh lala (the chorus)

(playing around with) Day Tripper

Fly Me to the Moon

febba chabuba

Laughter is the cause of black holes.
It collapses my solar plexus,
squeezing me into a singularity,
stampeding for the exits.

Somebody stood here and did stuff once.
Someday that might be me.
In the meantime I'm makin' black holes,
or maybe they're makin' me.

Sittin' beneath the marijuana tree.
When the fruit falls I'll discover gravity.
In the meantime, there's all this serenity.
Om.

And then there are the memories,
like pressed flowers, still slightly perfumed.
They visit me in my waking dreams,
and lift me up when I swoon.

Sittin' beneath the marijuana tree.
When the fruit falls I'll discover gravity.
In the meantime, there's all this serenity.
Om.

Beneath the Marijuana Tree

Love is All Around - cover

Harold Budd, Brian Eno and a Djinn walk into a Bar

F=MA

covering the Beatles because I want to. Pffft.

Obladi Oblada

Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart,
and I've got a glass of wine.
We're gonna get neurological tonight
and sing a desert auld lang syne.

Tomorrow we're movin' on some more,
leavin' these 29 palms behind.
Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart,
and I've got a glass of wine.

I see ya found a portal.
Happy trails. Happy travels
I'll see ya again,
unless I already have...

I see ya found a portal.
Happy trails. Happy travels
I'll see ya again,
unless I already have...

Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart,
and I've got a glass of wine.
Your love makes me dizzy, unless that's the pot.
I'm dizzier still, without even tryin'.

Venus is a little further north each evening,
perhaps it's a sign.
Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart,
and I've got a great big glass.
I've got a great big glass.
I've got a great big glass of wine.

(Daddy stopped at) The Marijuana Mart

Things didn't just veer off course,
they left the planet altogether.
Just one more medicinal toke
and I'll be ready for the Great Forever.

Just one more medicinal toke.
Just one more medicinal toke.
She left her nuts in my motel window
for just one more medicinal toke.

Dingleberries drive her right under the bed,
and I am magnificently high,
rockin' back and forth, lickin' chocolate from my fingers.
I don't know how this happened, or why.

Just one more medicinal toke.
Just one more medicinal toke.
She left her nuts in my motel window
for just one more medicinal toke.

The violets led me to the mushrooms.
It was there I found the newt.
I'm naked from the neck up.
One more medicinal newt.

Just one more medicinal newt.
Just one more medicinal newt.
She left her nuts in my motel window
for just one more medicinal newt.

One More Medicinal Toke (a 2nd version)

A fifty-year-old song no one cares about. I am a fossil.

Goin Up The Country

More Musical Archeology, this gem from Leather-Clad Hooligans, written in 1981, recorded in 1997...

The More People Ya Know

Everybody seems to be dying
and it's killing me too.
What can I do?
Oh, what can I do?

I'm broken-hearted everyday.
For this there is no map.
There is no there and back.
There is no back.

It's a long fall from erection to dysfunction.
It's a long fall, don't ya know?

If I could save time on a bottle
I'd have it all drunk by now,
like milk from a cow.
Almond milk from a cow.

It's a long fall from erection to dysfunction.

Sometimes I'm still that twelve-year-old boy
hunched over his blueberry incense,
waiting for the mysteries to be revealed.

I'm still waiting,

Gregg M. Pasterick

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