She ran to the stationFeeling no painThe party ran lateAnd so did the trainShe ran cross the tracksThe shortcut to homeShe almost made itShe let out a groanThe train couldn’t stopThe midnight expressIt couldn’t give warningThe site was a messShe now walks the tracksIn her party attireAnd runs back and forthLike a free ghostly flyer
The crackle of the radioThe sound of distant thunderThe thing that separated usLet no man put asunderWe never had a bond betweenWe never had a fightNever had much of anythingThat seemed even close to rightPeople make mistakes they sayAnd you were one of mineAnd now that you’ve gone missingIts you they’ll never find HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
There are few things These daysLeft to the imaginationIn this League of NationsRadio, Music, MagicSend a signal Into the AetherFor all the world to hearThere’s nothing quite so queerRadio, Music, MagicTurn your attentionTo writing songsA whole world exposedMagic head to toeRadio, Music, MagicOver here soothing elixirThat doth sooth thy soulYour imagination is goldRadio, Music, Magic
Still life so realIts not how it seemsLife is surrealNothing concreteMy life in tonesCamera trombonesBourbon headphonesExistential JonesStep on a crackDogs that go quackTaken abackBy pulleys for snacksWish on a starMilky Way BarBlue houndstooth carSwordfish cigarWhen you’re in RomeCarry a combHead made of foamWhistles for sconesWhen you wake upFeel your new dreamLife is surrealIts not how it seems
Its boarded upAnd broken downInsane asylumIn MorristownThere have been sightingsOf UFO’sThe patients ghosts Are in the knowNext time you walkPast these hallowed gatesWhistle as you passThey’ll give you a breakJimmy didn’t whistleHe wasn’t hipHe was abductedBy the alien ship When we visited our friends in Livingston, NJ, we would always pass Greystone and it was very scary even in the middle of the day….
Invasion of the ugly planetThe one man left to burnThe aliens have invaded usThey say its now their turnThey are the gorgeous humanoidsComplete with plastic skinThey want to fix our broken earthTheir work will soon beginThey don’t know hateThey don’t know greedThey sure do knowWhat this earth needs
Step insideMy newfound friendIts the beginningNot the endThere’s a family plotAt the front of the houseNot a creature is stirringNot even a mouseThe burial ground Has been disturbedDon’t you worryShe’s not perturbedThey say she wandersAround at nightGiving the livingQuite a fright
Up on the bluffIn Bodie TownThe cemeteryHad disturbed groundThe body was foundDeep in a mineSubject of experimentsTo further his scienceDr. BlackwoodIn Top Hat and capeTook the midnight stageSo he could escapeHe got awayWas never foundIn the Walker RiverThey say he had drowned
“We’re only human”She said to Him”Take a vacation From yourself””Count your blessingsNot your cursesAfter allMany have it much worse”I guess shes rightI am that HeI forgive myself”Right” said she I was reminded this week that sometimes we can be a little too hard on ourselves. A few years back someone said the magic phrase “Take a vacation from yourself”. Words worth a song for…
Most of my songs are a combination of three things: This blog celebrates both nature photography and still life photography where I make puppet theatre sets with scraps of wood or where I show some of my past assemblage art. One area I’d love to get back to is street photography in cities and towns. I have shared some of my old European street…