Devil's Haircut (Beck Cover)

Bleak Bleak Bleak [autoharp Practice]

I've Got A Secret (Shake Sugaree) [Fred Neil Cover]

This is a traditional folk song that I've spruced ( or pine'd) up. It's my personal take on it. Enjoy.

In The Pines (traditional)

There are magpies on the silo,
And children running past the barn, 
Orbweaver in the willow,
Spins another yarn,

I put flowers windowsill,
To whither and dry,
The teenagers outside the venue,
Are busy getting high,

Daffodils on the peat,
Of a burial mound,
In a moment of convalescence,
Clover flowers turn brown,

Orbweaver

Swim, swim, polar bear--where will you go, 
When they take away your sheets of ice and your land of snow?
Maybe your temper will make them take you home, 
"Viva la musica!" you'll sing as the winter-beast moans, 

There's no real estate. . . here 

Look outside, it's pouring out--you'll get wet, I know, 
If only it were wintertime, then the rain would turn to snow, 
Now, let's all play solitaire with lives instead of cards, 
Roses bloom in front of you with thorns as sharp as swords,

Real Estate

The Owl King sits in his garden,
Drinking Coffee,
He is waiting--
For me,

But I've been held up--
Due to some damnable obligations,
I'll throw 'em out with the bathwater,
As soon as I get a grip on the situation,

The Owl King sits in his garden,
Drinking Coffee,
He is waiting--
By a pomegranate tree.

Owl King

And I dance barefoot on the slag,
To the Alibaba Rag,
Singin' Sha la la...like no one's business,
So--Oh my, my, my...Mind your own business!

Clandestine for another destination,
I serve as a cartoon for my occupation,
Like a stereoscope; all busted and heliotrope,
Or some product of evisceration,

What's going to happen when my hairline recedes?
Thinking it's thick as thieves, drowning in the reeds,
There's a doltish way I never say what I aught to say,
Like looking down a corridor never wondering where it leads.

Alibaba Rag

Coyote and Crow

Waiting For My Man (velvet underground cover)

I dropped and fell across the line
In shambles, a discarded shrine
I lay face down in the sediment
Wishing I could be with my klediments

I will get out of this. . . Alive

Drawn into villain currents and I had to laugh
Writhing and coiling like a swine in the bath
When I drew the water, I drew it in red
I made it all up and then I made the bed

Beneath some starlit asterisk
Under some silver lunar disk
At time when I feel I am all alone
I'll think of the things I've overgrown

Wild Oms

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