Goodbye Yellowbrick Road

When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
 
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues
 
So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
 
What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
 
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
 
~ Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Final Hour

Robot fly by database drone flight

I’d tell you I don’t give a shit if you were one with a mind that’s right

But you ain’t real and neither is your fake government boss

Just take that shit away from here get goin outta here hoss

 

How many of you-  tired of the false choices and divisions they put between us

And how many of you can see all by yourself without some media TV puss

Ain’t nobody tellin me what’s real when I got my own eyes to see

and many among you don't give a crap if I’m still free

cause you don't even care about you, blue

 

I don’t need your controls nor your fake false flag profit wars

Don’t need your new inventions to take away my chores

I’m okay just like I am don’t need no false blonde whore

Maybe just a girl that’s real to love me a little bit more

 

If your idea of a good time is to go dox another fool

I’m not your man nor am I your tool

Neither for the left nor for the right

No group-thinkin man is going to win my fight

 

So take your divisions and take your hate

Time to shut you down the hour is now late

Cause I’d rather stand by a man of color than a snow white snowflake

In this final hour; someone who would have my back than make it break

Yours Is No Disgrace

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.

Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race,

On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,

If the summer changed to winter, yours is no disgrace.

 

Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are,

Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are,

Lost in summer, morning, winter, travel very far,

Lost in musing circumstances, that's just where you are.

 

Death defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth,

Crawling out of dirty holes, their morals, their morals disappear.

Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face.

 

Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human, silly human race,

On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place,

If the summer changed to winter,

 

Yours is no disgrace.

Yours is no disgrace.

Yours is no disgrace.

 

 

Written by Chris Squire, Bill Bruford, Jon Anderson, Steve Howe, Tony Kaye (Yes)

America The Beautiful

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

 

~ Katherine Lee Bates

Your Ism Isn't

Your Ism Isn’t

and your Isms Ain’t

cause you never listen

group think ain’t quaint

 

No capital, capitalism

no face, Fascism

and your socialism

it ain’t social, ace

 

Communism, got no community

just government dictators

who cannot see

 

Your ism isn’t

and isms ain’t

cause power don’t listen

when they’re arrogant

 

Spiritualism, ain’t spirit filled

yet you talk about it

with conscious spilled

 

Ancient mysticism still a mystery

but we can’t access it

controlling religiosity

 

Catholicism is dead and wrong

your priests; predators

no thanks, so long

 

Your ism isn’t

and your isms ain’t

there’s nothing to them

take that to the bank

 

The only ism worth a damn

made by the maker’s Hand

he made us whole

made with His love

based on His image

in eternity above

 

If we one day grasp it

if we ever connect

we’d at once enlighten

Love’s intersect

 

We’d become stronger

we’d illuminate

with all around us

ism’s Magistrate

Colorado

Up where the black rosy finch roams

and hummingbirds do play

broad tails out in full display

up where I once called home

 

A place where a million pounds were sold

before the dot com retail boom

when brick n mortar still had some room

a great many bird stories were told

 

I swear those mountains held close God's grace

I still hear His "casual reply"

singing that rocky mountain high

a million stars in eternity's space

 

A place in the world for nature

where you can feel it breathe you in

the earth still slowly on its axis spins

it's where I went to find my cure

 

I hope it always thus endures

Western Tanagers still with a place to nest

raising their own, doin' their best

for this magi, an irresistible lure

 

 

0baman

Barack Obama was a great big man

He took us out of Afghanistan

Kinda popular in The Sudan

All the way out to Pakistan

 

Barack Obama was a great big man

I’m was his #1 biggest fan

‘Cause I liked his economic plan

Handing out those Obamaphones man

 

His presidency was like Peter Pan

Sprinkling Fairy Dust across the land

Flying on Air Farce One ‘cause he can’

On board with all his homies man

 

Barack Obama was a great big man

Lifted up by the anchorman

Who won’t report from the “trash can”

Called it the GOP boogieman

 

Barack Obama was a great big man

Called his opponents the Ku Klux Klan

He’s the smartest in the room, ma’am

At the Race Summit with a beer can

 

His presidency was like Peter Pan

Sprinkling Fairy Dust across the land

Flying around on Air Farce One ‘cause he can

On board with all his homies man

 

Barack Obama was a great big man

Wanted to institute his “Climate Plan”

Taxing carbon cow farts, Sam

raising steak prices, cause he can

 

Barack Obama was a great big man

said to his homies, “yes we can!”

get Trump impeached with a Dossier plan

he forgot the bumbling FBI man

 

His presidency was like Peter Pan

Sprinkling Fairy Dust across the land

Flying around on Air Farce One ‘cause he can

On board with all his homies man

 

And now he’s gone on a higher plan

of sabotaging Trump Tower land

 he still has his agents in CIA Sam

who drink the kool-aid from lefty’s hand

 

Barack Obama was a great big man

a smooth talking organizing scam

maybe he’ll rent an energizer jam

and a drum banging bunny from Disneyland

 

Yes you can!

 

“I wonder where he is now.”

“I think he’s over there talking to Saul Alinsky”

“Somethin’ ‘bout “that damned Trump”

Banker Bets, Banker Wins

Education, micro-managed.

Mba: a doddle mastered.

City-bound, Canary Wharf.

A cushy number, fluky bastard.

Banker bets and banker wins, never missed yet, for all his sins

 

Hedge funds, wraps and equities.

Lackeys, aides in fierce attendance.

Trusts and gilts, reserve currencies.

Liquid gold in safe ascendance.

Banker bets and banker wins, never missed yet, for all his sins.

 

Treat myself to quality time, test a porsche and snort a line,

Eat Hermione for lunch.

Set that glum pa a-jumping,

Book front row tickets for something after we munch.

 

Fast-tracked futures, hard-nut traders.

Feeding frenzy, pigs a-troughing.

Fuelled by forecasts, and hot share options.

Big fat bonus in the offing.

 

Draconian calls for regulation

Are drowned in latte with Starbucks muffin.

Mortgage melt-down: non est mea culpa.

Threatened exit, stage left, laughing...

Banker bets and banker wins, never missed yet, for all his sins.

Banker bets, cheque's in the post: not worth the ink it's written in.

 

~ Ian Anderson

Psycho Stasis

 their whisks so efficient, though thoroughly twisted

 

the fear by which we resist the truth, hand in glove

 

so comfortable a fit, under the rug

 

swept there bit by bit

 

the dirt of our life just sits

 

 

 

Stalking covertly like a shadow in the night

 

MK Ultra dicks don’t care about what’s right

 

no sign of redemption with the sun going down

 

America’s liberty in the lost and found

 

directed energy weapons your target’s in sight

 

10-4, the database says that she's a blight

 

 

 

Judge, jury and executioner too

 

being done by one man - a sure patriot true

 

but I bet he’s never read the constitution's first page

 

or why we became great during the American age

 

no confrontation the boss’ ultimate goal

 

so sparkling clean his angelic soul

 

 

 

Like cowards they strike while the moon is still high

 

and the promise of another life is left to die

 

covert assassins of characters and lives

 

gangstalkers and stasis - you’re all sick in the mind

 

It piles up on you and piles up high

 

and its still piled upon you even after you die

 

 

 

That weight gets hard to carry when you too get old

 

with whispers of psycho wherever you go

 

the twitches and convulsions- God’s speaking to you

 

you’re not quite the man that you’ve been selling yahoo

 

He lives inside all of us and His judgement is slow

 

but when it comes, it becomes a huge blow

 

 

 

Swept away like it never existed

 

His whisks so efficient and thoroughly fisted

 

the fear by which you resisted His truth, hand in glove

 

so comfortable a fit, under the rug

 

your soul lies, swept there bit by bit

Unholy Sacrifice

Vulnerable at the summit

paranoid feeling – that everyone knows

how you came to get there

though no moss under foot did grow

straight away the desire

of control you summon hitherto

to keep the others away

from the gold you’ve come into

 

acquired pawns and serfs

to perform your daily needs

slave wages that you offer

accepted painfully

 

Pindar he will haunt you

unless you attend his unholy sacrifice

and show him your allegiance

to the illuminati’s vice

 

Your membership not an option

it came with the cost

when you sacrificed your soul

for mere gold it was lost

 

The deep state will serve you

with control’s contribution hence

no matter the sin

no matter the circumstance

 

No need to worry

about the public eye

it’s been bought and paid for

the media for truth has died

 

Go now, to your servants

who obey you on command

go now, your fate is calling

go to your master plan

 

Kill off the billions

of life’s innocents

no matter for pondering

karmic reprehense

 

Vulnerable at the summit

paranoid feeling – that everyone knows

how you came to get there

though no moss under foot did grow

straight away the desire

of control you summon

to keep the others away

from the gold you’ve come into

 

Pindar he will haunt you

unless you attend his unholy sacrifice

and show him your allegiance

to the illuminati’s vice

 

Your membership not an option

it came with the cost

when you sacrificed your soul

for mere gold it was lost

 

The deep state will serve you

 

Nexus

 

 Across the vein of night

There cuts a path of searing light

Burning like a beacon

On the edges of our sight

 

At the point of total darkness

And the lights divine divide

A soul can let its shadow stretch

And land on either side, either side.

 

 

 

And balanced on the precipice

The moment must reveal

Naked in the face of time

Our race within the wheel

 

As we hang beneath the heavens

And we hover over hell

Our hearts become the instruments

We learn to play so well.

 

 

 

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight

Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright

Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light.

 

 

 

Outside the pull of gravity

Beyond the spectral veil

Within our careful reasoning

We search to no avail

 

For the constant in the chaos

For the fulcrum in the void

Following a destiny

Our steps cannot avoid.

 

 

 

Across the vein of night

There cuts a path of searing light

Burning like a beacon

On the edges of our sight

 

At the point of total darkness

And the lights divine divide

A soul can let its shadow

Stretch and land on either side.

 

 

 

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight

Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright

Blessed the traveler who journeys the length of the light.

 

 

 

In a spiral never-ending

Are we drawn towards the source

Spinning at the mercy of an

unrelenting force

 

 

So we stare into the emptiness

and fall beneath the weight

Circling the Nexus in a

fevered dance with fate

 

 

Wealthy the spirit that knows its own flight

Stealthy the hunter who slays his own fright

Blessed the traveler who journeys

the length of the light.

 

~ Dan Fogelberg

The Inncoent Age

Here Comes the Sun