Sunday, October 16, 2005

Karma Was Working Hard




Spurious
.chs

“…don’t you think?”
“I wasn’t listening.”
“What were you listening to?”
“I don’t know, my thoughts.”
“What did your thoughts sound like?”
“Scrambled.”
“Whisked?”
“Not really, slower.”
“Ah, churned.”
“Exactly.”

*

Stumbled on Grace
.chs

There’s a pace between the place
where we gather to liquefy thoughts
and the screen we see those thoughts upon.

Behind the veil of self-esteem and dreams we run away from
I found a stillness that is delicious, and if you’re still with me
I can show you.

It’s a little space between the gates
before the tear that keeps us scared
and inside a heart that’s true.

Feel the warmth spring from your spine
up your back and down in mine
back up through you, your heart and
mine too.

*

City of Dreams
by the Talking Heads

Right where you are standing
The dinosaurs did a dance
The indians told a story
Now it has come to pass

The Indians had a legend
The Spaniards lived for gold
The white man came and killed them
But they’re not really gone

We live in the city of dreams
We drive on the highway of fire
Should we awake
And find it gone
Remember this, our favorite town

Germany and Europe
And Southern U.S.A.
They made this little town here
That we live in to this day

The children of the white man
Saw Indians on TV
And heard about the legend
How their city was a dream

The Civil War is over
And numbers one and two
If we can live together
The dream it might come true

Underneath the concrete
The dream is still alive
A hundred million lifetimes
A world that never dies

We live in the city of dreams
We drive on the highway of fire
Should we awake
And find it gone
Remember this, our favorite town

*

Spainish harlem Incident
by Bob Dylan

Gypsy gal, the hands of Harlem
Cannot hold you to its heat
Your temperature's too hot for taming
Your flaming feet are burning up the street.
I am homeless, come and take me
Into reach of your rattling drums
I got to know, babe, all about my fortune
Down along my restless palms.

Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed
And I have fallen far beneath
Your pearly eyes, so fast and slashing
And your flashing diamond teeth
The night is pitch black, come and make my
Pale face fit into place, ah, please
I got to know, babe, I am nearly drowning,
If it's you my lifelines trace

I been wondering all about me
Ever since I seen you there
On the cliffs of your wildcat charms I'm riding,
I know I'm 'round you but I don't know where
You have slayed me, you have made me,
I got to laugh halfway off my heels
I've got to know, babe, I have got to know, babe
So I can tell if I'm really real

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