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William Blake In Bakersfield

by mark bingham

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William Blake In Bakersfield 04:10
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THE EVENING STARS BEGIN TO GLOW BIRDS QUIET IN THE TREES THE MOON is A FLOWER SITTING HIGH High up ON HEAVEN'S Knee SMILING ON THE NIGHT. IN SILENT DELIGHT AND I SHOULDN't CARE that you don't care and nothing lasts I SHOULDN't CARE I SHOULDN't CARE I SHOULDN't CARE I SHOULDN't CARE Why does my heart hide its joy while blossoms grow and bloom while THE MOON is A FLOWER high in god's own dressing room In every cry of every living thing in silent delight I SHOULDN't CARE that you don't care and nothing lasts I SHOULDN't CARE I SHOULDN't CARE I SHOULDN't CARE I SHOULDN't CARE Even though MY EYES WILL FLOW WITH TEARS TEARS NO ONE SEES BUT ME CHILDREN'S VOICES FROM THE STREET The dews of night arise. THEN EVERYTHING IS STILL Until THE MORNING APPEARS IN THE SKY Why does my heart hide its joy? while mountains sit and wait THE MOON is just A FLOWER. HIGH up at HEAVEN'S GATE In every laugh, in every stream / in silent delight I SHOULDN't CARE that you don't care and nothing lasts I SHOULDN't CARE I SHOULDN't CARE, ISC
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Sugar Cane 04:10
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In summer fields of sugar cane, we walked like lovers do worshipping the sun, and the rain about to fall Beer cans in the ditches, flowers in the road screaming tires past double wides; the sound of happy men but they’re listening to Phil Lesh on movie sets with vegan honey wagons in New Orleans Dark clouds overhead the raptors chew the dead they're swarming. with no warning We walk the trail forget the path, the snakes abide, the garfish sword we’re falling falling ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah One more chain, the coffel rolls, break the chain but the coffel wont slow down One more chain one more nail, but the fire will not go out. In bloody fields of sugar cane for half a century You were property human capital The universe had nothing planned, your ghost was helpless too By human hand or wrinkled palm, all we could do was carry on Now I hear Baby Dodds spilling from the senorita's headphones And now the future calls to us the terror of it chills the view. eyes shut , falling ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah coros One more chain, the coffel rolls, break the chain but the coffel wont slow down One more chain one more nail, but the stain will not wash out
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Georgia Story 03:56
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Georgia Story ( nostalgie de la boue) It’s been 10 years but it went by fast boat whistles and the smell of gasoline Stop dead- fade to black Just a memory that still talks back riding in the back of black limousines Preaching hard living, vegan, and green All those eager faces trying to meet your eyes Through the alcohol halo in the Georgia night We sing of mercy and prayer Of futures unknown When favor disappears to vapor When fortune eats its weight in lust We lift our lamps to see the horror begin and birds of prey you had to go blind to keep your innocence but how can you pray while You carry my flesh between your teeth I’m still waiting For beautiful creatures to tear me apart but What lasts is just a song Passed along Now strangers find me every dayas while freedom breeds freedom and consequence To swim in superstition never seeing the shore while Nostalgia for the gutter keeps calling and I have nothing left to hate In a stupor, in a haze, in a field of light Haunting the world as all things lost Just a memory, just a memory
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Look Out The Window 04:19
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grass and weeds, high as trees. LOTW Big machines plow the acid earth Digging Cambrian - Rodinian Hell’s half acre in a marble town Invertebrates from the Pleistocene Plastic cemetery flowers Whiskey left on gra-mere's grave LOTW Look Out, Look out the window 2X Don't blame this town Inbred generations Its upside down You gotta/have a bit of patience Or give up and join the pack barking dogs in a wire cage LOTW cypress trees older than Jesus red clay mud from the Miocene no blessed virgin Marys wildflowers and Clovis points LOTW pine siskins , mourning doves LOTW hell's half acre in a guitar town Louisiana burns til the trumpets sound Paleo Indians at Piggly Wiggly No flowers left on Gra-mere's grave LOTW
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Metamorphosis 03:32
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A crusty beggar with no shirt on. wearing his mother's pantyhose under a purple-striped bathing suit. stockings over his face. Holes for the eyes The vaccinated crowd loves that beggar. The beggar knows their lust won't be denied. no sound comes from his mouth, the crowd thinks he's a mime Traffic stops, and the gods are grinning If Kafka ever wrote a song it would be about you Metamorphosis in rhyme guilt, and absurdity That's what you have meant to me The meaning of life is that it stops The beggar boy, he self rejects every morning, by noon he believes in himself What identity is useful? He's in a corner booth saying 'Lies are the truth, he must be an actor Fate cleared a path it was time for a walk he tipped his hat to the people he passed The endless traveler- forever misunderstood Some fight illness, some fight wars Some fight culture to kill the sublime The beggar says, "evil is what distracts me" If Kafka ever wrote a song, it would be about you You are free and that's why you're so lost guilt, and absurdity That's what you have meant to me The meaning of life is that it stops the beggar boy sees beauty within his shadow self His misery fights misery. It's too wet to shovel, He cuts his losses and heads home he wanted more knowledge but he couldn't pay the price Unbearably unhappy but true to himself He'll burn all his work, stay an outcast all his life remembering that Kafka wrote a song about him
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Henderson waltz # 2 04:16
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Morning light through the moss in the trees reflections of sky in the water so still Birds in flight to cross the Gulf of Mexico oh, where did my true love go? passing the days by counting each breath the hours pass slowly, the ruins crumble gently we were here as children and here we are again but the details are gone forever they sang Sugarbee in the Loreauville dives hangover headaches` at mass every Sunday while the crawfish dug deep in the Henderson mud they don't know who they are and they don't care my motives were questioned in a manner unkind the vending machines were all out of gum no candy no chips out of everything but nuts they fell with a slam of the shoulder they sang Joli Blon in the Loreauville dives hangover headaches` at mass every Sunday while the sidewalks were crowded with police and thieves I put on my mask and I wait Morning light through the moss in the trees reflections of sky in the water so still Birds in flight to cross the Gulf of Mexico oh, where did my true love go?
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The Bells 04:29
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martha’s wife number 4 you’re still paying for the other 3 You have kids all over town They're just numbers without names they are diamonds in the rough they are turkeys in the straw but you were never around we’ve been friends for 27 years I‘ve never been able to tell you much I pick you up when you fall, sing hallelujah I stick up for you when they call you out I hope you have prepared yourself are you ready for the bells to ring? are you ready for the bells to ring? David was born with the mind of a snake and the body of a centipede you chained him up to the fireplace next to the wood and the pokers The preacher came to call, said a prayer, and lit a candle You tried to borrow money saying Jesus loves the needy friendship takes a toll on the highways of the heart You pass your children on the street. they look up at the sky plastic swimming pools and frozen dinners Never had a car and never saw a graduation there are turtles who make it across the road There are men who go quietly But you were never around you were never around
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Quantum 04:34
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Quantum. It's no ordinary highway no ordinary road You can see the ocean as we travel north Tree lines in the mountains, below the summer snow While death valley waits for our return asleep in your arms - awakened by the road You say, "there's a Chang Mai ladyboy tied up in the trunk" We make a list of every tree and bird we see making absolutely no sense in vinegar or oil infused, you say "quantum is the most overused word " oh why do we try to romance atoms and light to be left with the dead eyes of fortune The matter at hand no one understands tipping the scales with fingerprints, in paraffin, laudanum in vinegar or oil infused quantum is the most overused word it's no ordinary highway no ordinary road you can see the river wind its way from Baton Rouge You tell me; "when all our cares divide us and innocence is gone I'll shut your eyes with kisses" tipping the scales with fingerprints, in paraffin, laudanum in vinegar or in oil infused quantum is the most overused word it's no ordinary highway no ordinary road villages deserted, lost to the interstate all we share divides us, leading us nowhere death valley waits for our return
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How The Guilty Speak 03:25
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Save me, that's not what you wanted, but I had to try Brave me, I went straight for the Kool-aid But I failed to emancipate anyone no one's coming to the rescue This is me, this is you I was weak in your presence stumbling over my words I could not find the methodology I could not combat the random modalities It's 2nd mouse that gets the cheese no one's coming to the rescue This is me, this is you the joke's on me such was my fate You laughed and said "all words lie" And who am I to say otherwise? The truth cut me loose, I had to medicate Why is holy is such a dirty word . a squalid turd, that holy word. Everything is god, even a gun Unless it's your business to fix everyone Where was that line that I crossed? Into the pharmaceutical revolution You got a lot of Vagus nerve to call yourself my friend I broke and I won't unbend Forgive me, I can't look back, I don’t know what's true there's no one coming to wake me up I'm asleep in the deep so beware What can I do, this is you This is me, this is you
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Implications 03:41
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Implications implications I can't eat the implications after the minefields of my own sticky slick trickery I have nothing but the atmosphere to swim in I'll do my part for the great hypocrisy, who can blame the universe for being as it is for we wrestle not against flesh and blood but against the darkness in high places Am I making up for - the evil of lightyears passed? Always reflecting - damaged goods millions of people looking for new ways to heal Chew the cud, my body won't fight back 13 billion years of the same hypocrisy
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Irish Toothpick 03:59
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What starts with F and ends with UCK? A fire truck! White fang black tooth Pookie the lion. Willie the worm Herman the flea they can't cook but they can cream my banana V2 Hippie the hippo If you see Kay … coffee klatches with a pie in your face V3 Soup's on norm-core. be true to your teeth And they won't be false to you- Nicky Nooney send me money while you do the mouse all over the house and you feel loved, and you feel loved He called me an Irish toothpick. I don't think it was a compliment He called me an Irish toothpick - I don't think it was meant to uplift He called me an Irish toothpick. Spoken: I climbed up a tree and kissed my girl between the limbs Milton Supman Detroit motion Marilyn Monwolf call him soup bone Hey bubbie. Want a kiss? Or a spy with a pie Clifford Brown did the soupy shuffle
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Asshole To Appetite 04:42
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we can't leave a trace ] bamboo and wind An empty. circle. That's where we begin Life in fear and misery abounds tied to a chair in a basement interrogation cell dark despair in every town one nasty mess all around night for day day for night from asshole to appetite Life in emergency anxiety woofers in the trunk crunking day and night living with no privacy on camera on display night for day, day for night. from asshole to appetite CIA freighters on the river spying on the spies reporting back to the beast that rolls its eyes before it bites How, did i get it so wrong it's a miracle that life goes on= night for day day for night from asshole to appetite Life in question, with no peace, no chill Just disco balls and black holes in the galaxy no clarity of mission no generosity just night for day day for night from asshole to appetite night for day and day for night from asshole to appetite yes, night for day and day for night

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released February 14, 2023

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