THEY'RE HOLDING JESUS IN GUANTANAMO BAY

Snow White performs miracles most every night.

She counts the cash, then begins to pray.

What would the Founding Fathers say?

They're holding Jesus in Guantanamo Bay.

There'll be no trial. 
The CIA has lost his file.

George Washington had wooden teeth.

He was our first Commander in Chief.

They're holding Jesus in Guantanamo Bay.

There'll be no trial. 
The CIA has lost his file.

Snow White pedals porn on channel five.

She takes the cash, before the ratings dive.

They're holding Jesus in Guantanamo Bay.

There'll be no trial. 

The CIA has lost his file.

Snow White performs miracles most every night.

She counts the cash, then she begins to sway.

They're holding Jesus in Guantanamo Bay.

There'll be no trial. 
The CIA lost the file.

RUMORS OF WAR

He sang a tune or two in a one man band
then hopped a train to a distant and nameless land.
He sang a tune or two in a one man band
then hopped a train to a distant and nameless land.
And in a boxcar he heard someone say,
'You can't take back what you never gave away'.


There are rumors of war; there are holes in the sky.
The dead line the roads but no one hears them cry.
There are rumors of war; there are holes in the sky.
The dead line the roads but no one hears them cry.
The living are throwing stones into an empty well.
Their houses are bare; they have nothing left to sell.
The living are throwing stones into an empty well.
Their houses are bare; they have nothing left to sell.


I hum along to a song that I know and understand
as I trudge toward that distant and nameless land.
I hum along to a song that I know and understand
as I trudge toward that distant and nameless land.
And in the darkness I hear someone say,
'You can't take back what you never gave away'.
And in the darkness I hear someone say,
'You can't take back what you never gave away'.

THE MAN ON THE BLUE HORSE

After a walk in the park, 
we came to a place

of monuments and statues 
and the tombstone 
of a man on a blue horse; 
and in the dark 
she took me aside and asked me 

to call her later. 
But when I did she 
pretended to be 
someone else, 
as if I ever knew 
who she was 
or what it was she wanted.

WARHOL AT THE FACTORY

Warhol At The Factory

He walks on water, he floats across the room
On the wall, his paint by number flowers bloom
 

He's one part pornographer, two parts whore
(Billy Name hands out masks at the door )
 

Over there is a portrait of Chairman Mao
Hung next to a silkscreen of a floating cow
 

To the left are studies of Marilyn Monroe
And several images of Jackie O
 

A doctor makes his rounds
Brando and Elvis have lost a few pounds
 

Batman has somehow misplaced his cape
Ultra Violet accuses him of rape
 

They walk on water; they float across the room
On the wall, the paint by number flowers bloom

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WHITE ORCHIDS & DEATH

After watching a movie 
about a woman 
in a sanitarium 
obsessed with white orchids 
and death, 
I think about the girl 
at the pool and all that she said. 

She spoke about her father 
lost in the mountains of Wyoming, 
wandering beneath 
white peaks of heavenly snow; 
and she spoke of her two sisters, 
and her mother 
and all of her love.

THAT INVISIBLE COUNTRY

This is not the end of the old world,
disfigured and gray and lost in the clouds.
Rather this is something entirely different.

This is not like the world at all with its scorecard 

of wins and losses,
its long list of words and wars.

So come and float with me and breathe this cool air.

There is no need to hurry.
There is no one waiting for us anymore. 

THE HORSES

The horses are gathering together

out there in the dark
over on the other side of the field.

Once the fog comes in, they will float up
into the clouds and drift high above us
and look down on us as we lay in our beds.

They will listen to our prayers
and look in on our dreams.
Later they will guide us back from the land of our regrets.

And in the morning, the field where they
once grazed will be empty,
and any sign of them will be gone.

That Imaginary Boat

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He stood out in the rain.
He took a drink to kill the pain
and there he would hide
from all the hurt inside

He stood out in the rain.
Took a drink to kill the pain.
There he would float
on his imaginary boat
where he could hide
from all the hurt inside.

There's a hole in his heart.
Been there from the very start.
No one would claim
that he's winning any kind of game.
Could have been my grandfather
on my mother's side.
Could have been my grandfather
on my father's side.

I don't stand out in the rain.
I don't drink to kill the pain.
I no longer float
on that imaginary boat.
I no longer hide
from the hurt inside.
Now that I have all of you
to help me make it through.
I no longer hide
from all the hurt inside.
Now that I have all of you
to help me make it through.

Free The West Memphis Three (No More Games, No More Toys)

  
 

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    A mother had a premonition.
    A mother had the chills.
    Three drowned boys
    in the Robin Hood Hills.
    No more games, no more toys
    for the boys
    from the Robin Hood Hills.
    A mother had a premonition.
    A mother had the chills.
    One had a fractured skull, three drowned boys
    in the Robin Hood Hills.
    The police targeted a teen.
    A false confession
    placed him at the scene.
    They said he wore black.
    They said his life was off track.
    They said his art was obscene.
    No evidence, no DNA, but a jury
    found him guilty
    of killing the boys
    in the Robin Hood Hills.
    He wishes he could sleep.
    He wishes he could go.
    But he's in too deep
    there on Death Row.
    A mother had a premonition.
    A mother had the chills.
    Three drowned boys
    in the Robin Hood Hills.
    No more games, no more toys
    for the boys
    from the Robin Hood Hills.


*Here is the new lyric to this song:


A mother had a premonition.
A mother had the chills.

Three drowned boys

in the Robin Hood Hills.

No more games, no more toys

for the boys

from the Robin Hood Hills.

A mother had a premonition.

A mother had the chills.

One had a fractured skull, three drowned boys

in the Robin Hood Hills.

The police targeted a teen.

A false confession

placed him at the scene.

They said he wore black.

They said his life was off track.

They said his art was obscene.

No evidence, no DNA, but a jury

found him guilty

of killing the boys

in the Robin Hood Hills.

He wanted to sleep.
He wanted to go.
But he was in too deep
there on death row.

After eighteen years, 
he is finally free.

After eighteen years, 
the West Memphis three

are finally free.

WITH OUR EYES CLOSED

Darkness descends without a sound on the wings of an invisible horse.

No one knows his name, this stranger in love with his own shadow.

We are walking backwards now with our eyes closed.

We have nowhere else to go.

LONG AFTER DARK

a train carrying

contraband cargo

passes by farms

and hills

on its way to a depot

hidden

far underground

while men in masks

and biohazard suits

prepare for a disaster

and plot a course

for the stars

but oh the wind blows

hard here

and will not dissipate

until long after dark

I HEARD OUR OLD HOUSE BURNED DOWN

I heard our old house burned down.

I heard our old house burned down.

Rumors are flying all over town.

I tried to get you on the telephone.

I tried to get you on the telephone.

I missed you; I was all alone.

The lines are down all over town.

The lines are down all over town.

Down all the way to the ground.

There are rivers that never meet.

There are rivers that never meet.

There are lovers who never cheat.

I heard our old church burned down.

I heard our old church burned down.

Rumors are flying all over town.

I tried to get you on the telephone.

I tried to get you on the telephone.

I missed you; I was all alone.

I put the phone to my head.

I put the phone to my head.

But I knew that our love was dead.

There are rivers that never meet.

There are rivers that never meet.

There are lovers who never cheat.

They said our old house burned down.

They said our old house burned down.

Rumors are flying all over town.

NOT AS THEY ONCE WERE

(for Levon Helm)

The hills are blue on the horizon and the clouds are gray.
The moon rises round and white.

I’m happy to be going home, but I’m so tired and the hour is so late.
Far behind me, my friends are out there in the dark

on other roads with other friends.
I hope to see them again.

But not as they once were but as they are
(and I won’t be in a hurry, and they won’t be too late).

ALL OUR OWN

I am baffled by the fix of her blue eyes and the subtle way

she clings to me in shades of gray.

I sense there is something missing in each of us,

a kind of faith that we cannot fathom

or rather a kind of trust we think we will never know

even now as we fall into an emptiness all our own.

From Black to Blue

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My song FROM BLACK TO BLUE was written after learning of the death of my childhood friend. After years of struggling with addiction and a mood disorder, he took his life. I played rhythm guitar for him in eighth & ninth grade; in exchange he taught me how to play lead guitar & bass; he played with breathtaking virtuosity. He went on to become one of the finest jazz bass players in the Twin Cities.  Sadly I lost touch with him after I left Minnesota in the mid 70s & was never able to carry "the message" of recovery to him; that regret echoes in the lines below. What a loss...

From Black to Blue 

In my mind, I hear your voice
telling me that you had no choice.
That there was nothing left to do.
That your world had gone from black to blue.

Do you have nothing left to hide,
there on the other side?
No more secrets, no more lies,
no more need for alibis?

Was there nothing I could say
to make you want to stay?
Did you really have to go?
That's what I want to know.

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HOLD US IN A HUMAN TELECAST

TOP STARS AND BLANK EXITS

WITH TELEVANGELISTS ON SATELLITES

AND UNREMEMBERED HEROES ON BLONDES

THE WATER COMES IN

WE UNDERSTAND

IT HAS COME THROUGH THE WIND AND THE CLOUDS

HOOKERS BY BLEACH

WHITE WIGS AND U.S. WARHEADS

BILLOWING ON BYLINES WORLDWIDE

BLANKET US UNMASKED

X TELEPATHS ON TOPLESS HOUSEBOATS

THIS IS OUR ULTIMATE BUYER

PARACHUTES BY ULTRA LIGHTS

HOLOGRAMS BY FOAM

*written 1988

ON OUR WAY BACK TO PARIS

Across from me she sleeps while our train flies 
like a jet into the wind; 

and where there should be a blanket, 
there is just this empty space between us. 

We are falling now. We are like postcards 
sent from the other side of the world.