Send in the priest
Send in the airport terrorist
Send in the tyrant, his reader of dreams
And the hemlock for Socrates

Send in the lunatic
Send in the psychoanalyst
Send in the captain, and the whale
And the future written on a comet's tail

Send in the horse
Send in the train
Send in John Henry, buried
With a hammer in his grave

Send in the flowers
Send in April's Showers
Send in the ark, the mating giraffes
Afloat the tears of the past

Send in the president, send in the motorcade
The magic bullet and the CIA
Send in one, send in all
Together wait for the passing of the storm

Send in Charlie Darwin
Send in the honeybee
Send in Old Einstein in the blue light
Of TV screens

Send in Hiroshima
Send in Guernica
Send in the shadow and the smoke
And Picasso twisting monochromes

Send in the Joker
Send in the Thief
Send in the Judge and the Kid
And the Idiot tied on a leash

Send in Higgs Boson
Send in the plastic ocean
Send in the saviour, the beast
And Lazarus' lost seat at the feast

Send in Mozart, send in the sacred heart
And Charlie Parker on a golden harp
Send in one, send in al
Together wait for the passing of the storm

Send in Elvis Presley
Send in Iron Mike
Send in the Colonel and King
In a limo through the Vegas night

Send in the champagne
Send in the real pain
Send in Monroe with nowhere to go
'Tween home and the camera's glow

Send in the contracts
Send in the magazines
Send in the nurse and the hearse
And a dozen prescription medicines

Send in the violence
Send in the silence
Send in Thoreau, wheels that roll
And my dreams in trainsmoke

Send in the prisoner, send in the open door
And the burning credit files of the rich and poor
Send in one, send in all
And together wait for the passing of the storm.

The Passing of the Storm

Dakota

BIG SKY

Wilhelm Reich built a weather vane
That he could twirl to make it rain
And when he'd done his crying it'd turn the other way
And so the sun would shine again
Like King Lear out in the wilderness
With just a fool for company
He set a howling storm to the kindness
He'd been so eager to receive

And now the sky is a blank page
For one man's love and one man's rage
Better take shelter some place
Hope for better days

Wilhelm set up on a farm somewhere in Maine
When a drought look set to stay
And like a little god, he moved his hands
And sent that drought away

But is this power to great?
Wilhelm, I think you made a mistake
You better get out of the state 
And find somewhere quiet
Where you can lay down low
Until its time to go
Shit, someone's knocking on the door below
There's going to be a riot

Swinging from a Foucault pendulum
Trapped for days in a Faraday Cage
Devising ways to fix your broken heart
With the dust of the astral plane

Because no one says what they mean
They just leave their patterns of dreams
And even then, they're not what they seem
So you've reason to doubt it
When it's all electric sex
In the face of Hot White Death
You better get an Orgone Fix
And do something about

O Wilhelm, you really fucked it up this time
Because there's a motorcade blocking the state line
O Wilhelm, I think you've fucked it up this time
They're going to take you down to county wearing stripes

Wilhelm Reich

The Moon In The Morning

Reunion

One Thousand Miles to New Orleans

I rode into Texas
Outside old Angeles
Where the Pecos is shaped like a serpent's head
In the land of the living dead
With ghost beads around my neck
I turned to the setting sun
I drew a line to the horizon
And the stars of Orion
 
I had to trade out my old boots
At the saddlery
There are miles that can wear down mule and man
Between here and where the Mayflower lands
From the trestles at Adair
To Lincoln County, New Mexico
I followed a trail of blood and tears
From Valley Forge, to the Alamo

And if make it to San Anton'
I shall fix myself and write a letter home.
I've been thinking about home I've been thinking about heading east
I said goodbye to the winter going to spend my summer by the sea
Hanging on the breeze...

First I was riding in a car down Main Street
Then I was wounded on a desert road
I don't know the north or the south from my ups or my downs
I'm just trying to get back home
Yes, I've been trying to get myself straightened out
I've made a list of all the things that please
And all those other things, I wrote them down too
And threw them into the wind
I've got a thousand miles until I get to New Orleans
But I'm there in my dreams.

The bayou looked like a bruise
A deep shade of delta blue
And the river ran to the north
To shores where kings were born
Who shook it like boxcar thunder
Who shook it for the sorrow and thrill
And in the city and in the pines
You can hear them shaking still

There was a solar eclipse above
The last time that we made love
In the copper fog of an angry god
We tried to recall what had been forgot
But there are just too many things
That are missing or are lost
Between waking and a daydream
Between the sunshine and the frost

But if I make it to Baton Rouge
I promise to think on you
Because I know that our love is scattered dust in wind
But lately, baby, maybe we could be friends
In the end... 

Because I've been feeling lonely
I could use some company
My days drag on and the nights are long
And my time is cheap
Baby, don't you ever worry
About all the things that might've been
You can leave the past in the dark of the old graveyard
With those eventualities
I've got a thousand miles until I get to New Orleans
So it's time that I leave
 
And I know that the sun is high over the Rockies
And that in Old Dakota there's a hollow painted from my dreams
But tell me what we're going do now
Baby, can you tell me what we're going to do now,
Anyhow?

 
And so I'm gone in the open country
I'm gone 'neath the Southern Moon
I'm gone o'er summit and prairie
I'm gone over White Sand's dunes
I'm gone down Voodoo Alleys
I'm gone with a heavy flask
I'm gone down the river, I'm gone to St Peter
I'm gone to Woldenberg Park
I've got a thousand miles until I get to New Orleans
I'm not sure what that means.

One Thousand Miles to New Orleans

I remember Candy with the blues jeans on
She came around one summer but by the next she'd gone
And all through July we fucked on the couch
And traced the patterns in the carpet of her parents house

And in the bars on station hill lovers twirl around
But all I can think of is Candy and how she skipped town
And if I had her number I would call her tonight
I'd ask her how she's doing and what she's done with her life

And say I'm sorry
I don't know why I called
Or if you remember me at all
It's just this feeling I had, that's all
And I can't shake it
Sometime the past feels like a dream
Or a film on a screen
And when the director cuts the scene
You try and keep the sweetness
And let go of the sadness
And share in the forgiveness
And be there to bear witness on all of this

Because those days long gone 
Come back along
When the radio's on
And the sound of an old country song

O Candy I was foolish, I was out of my mind
I should've given more to you and not your useless pride
Sometimes you can't tell the distance
For the crossing the line
Sometimes you can't tell the flood
For the water too high

But I remember 
Waiting outside of school
Where we learned to break the golden rule
You see it's love alone that's cruel
There's no mistaking
And though we've both had brighter days
And others darker by some ways
Than those falling in and out of our embrace
I wouldn't change them
Or try to trade them
Or even inflate them
Or forsake them, at all

Because though the way is long
To oblivion
There is just the one you were young
And the summer and that old country song

Candy With Blues Jeans On

We can watch the sunrise in another town
Or hang around until it rolls back around
We can follow the river to the sea
And go chase the wind over the moors
Or swim aside to the other shore
We can climb the bough of the apple

And though the day is only breaking
The news has already gone to hell
And I ain't ever met a friend at the bottom of a well
They're closing down Jenny's store
The factory whistle doesn't cry no more
It seems no one has left to buy
What they are trying to sell

But it will all be fine
We can leave it all behind
Just meet me at the station tonight
It will all be fine
I wouldn't pay it any mind
Just meet me at the station tonight

And don't cry for the rain caught in the saucer
Or the bicycle chained to stairs
Or the sleepless street sweeper shuffling some Sisyphean mess

I cut the sleeves off a motorcycle t shirt
In a hotel in St George
With the radio on the table playing
Songs from a war
You tied your hair up in the mirror
I waited by the door
The moon looked like a blood orange
As we pulled out the forecoure

But it will all be fine
We can leave it all behind
Just meet me at the station tonight
It will all be fine
I wouldn't pay it any mind
Just meet me at the station tonight

They said a storm would blow, and it flew
That the walls would fall, and they fell
That heaven is going to ring a mighty bell, O Lord
And that the devil is going to raise some hell

And the highway is long and sad
Full of people trying to get to where they need to be
Those lawyers, doctors, tailors, teachers
Business men and thieves
Some make it home, but others got lost along the way
Between the lights on main street
And the shadows of the grave

But it will all be fine
We can leave it all behind
Just meet me at the station tonight
It will all be fine
I wouldn't pay it any mind
Just meet me at the station tonight

Meet Me at the Station Tonight

It was the other night, boys, when I was drunk
On Schillerstraße, in the Cabaret Club
That I turned to my friends, but my friends were gone

A dancer moved to a heavy drum
Beat out by a Chinese Man's thumb
I tried to pay my money, but my money was gone

And I got this feeling of blue & doom
In that red lit bar, with that awful tune

So it was out on streets and rain soaked shoes
The pools of piss.  The shisha fumes.
I tried to hail a taxi, but the taxis were gone

So I found myself in the same old queues
Trying to hide my stash before the cloakroom
I tried to check my love, but my love was gone

And I can't shake this feeling of blue & doom
In that roof top bar, 'neath that awful moon

So I threw my watch on the courthouse roof
My coat, my keys, my whole damn life too
I tried to throw my God, but my God was gone

Between the bars I see a crescent moon
I've got to get back to my hotel room.

Midnight on Schillerstraße

James Beedie - Bad Vocals, Bad Guitar, Bad Accordion, Bad Percussion, Bad Piano, Bad Bass, Bad Banjo, Bad Mandolin, Bad Organ, Bad Melodica.

Peace, Love, Empathy.