shivering 
outside in the sun
she's glaring as she hovers 
over everyone.
it's a staring contest
that she never loses, 
she dances as we tie our nooses
the magic lion spitting out diamonds 
can't be sold until you are buying,
don't you try him
he can get violent
rides the plane to eat the pilot
drives the passengers up the wall
they know he's going to jupiter falls
taking the rings off of their hands
melting their symbols of human love

(art source unknown, pre-1800's)

Rings of Jupiter

I'm taking my money back and the union's got me covered
I'm peeling the scabs back 
and the blood won't dry any color but red
dream a new conquest of bread

oil money can't burn so fast
under heel of the anarchist
you smashed our bowls and you kissed our lips
human beings weren't built for this
but we can dismantle what was built with our own hands

the poor are dying and we need relief
rip the bird from the golden wings
weigh the cost and we'll see who sings
crowned the good in brotherhood
from sea to shining sea

I'm taking my money back not laying down for buzzards
I'm donning my old knapsack to walk the roads uncovered
buy a new set of closed eyes

So I can see what's good to get 
from the pockets lined by my government
but the corporate man he won't shine my shoes
it's looking like I'll have to choose me
Or my fellow man

The poor are dying and we need relief
rip the bird from the golden wings
weigh the costs and we'll see who sings
crowned the good in brotherhood 
from sea to shining sea

buy a new set of closed eyes

written by Jackson C. Frank:

Catch a boat to England, baby, maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've been and gone
Wherever I have gone, the blues run the game
Send out for whiskey, baby, send out for gin
Me and room service, honey
Me and room service, mama
Me and room service, we are living life of sin
When I'm not sleeping, honey, you are on my mind
When I'm not sleeping, honey
I ain't sleeping, mama
When I ain't sleeping, you know you'll find me crying
Try another city, baby, another town
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I've been and gone
Wherever I have gone, the blues come following 'round
Living is a gamble, baby, loving's much the same
Wherever I have gone,
Wherever I've rolled them dice
Wherever I have gone, the blues are all the same
When I'm not drinking baby, someplace down the line
When I ain't drinking, honey
I ain't drinking, mama
When I ain't drinking, oh, you know you'll find me crying
So catch a boat to England, baby, maybe to Spain
Wherever I have gone
Wherever I've been and gone
Wherever I have gone, the blues run the game

blues run the game (final)

doing that thing again where I review old recordings and find I like them a lot more than when they were recorded. this one is a song very close to my heart, and a favorite to sing. 

my voice has changed now due to T, but this was recorded sometime last fall. 

Scratch.WAV

sadbugtime

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