Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Real Surprise Valley Lyrics

This is what is actually said in the song:

[Kiss of money we bring
1 [it buys time to fly
[come and smell the air is thinner
[open wings passes valleys in the shade

2 [Liars casts the shadows

[Winds wisper retreat
3 [moma's talk in the water
[spirit moves in all things
[spirit moves in all things

Repeat 1
I talk in the waters
Repeat 3

This is what most people have written on the internet:

Oh, kiss the mountain air we breathe
Good-bye it's time to fly.
Sparrow climb, the air is thinner,
Open wings cast this valley in the shade.

Fires dance the shadows
Winds whisper the trees
Mother talkin' the water's
Spirit moves, it moves through all things.

Oh, kiss the mountain air we breathe
Good-bye it's time to fly.
Sparrow climb, the air is thinner,
Open wings cast this valley in the shade.

Fires dance the shadows
Winds whisper the trees
Mother talkin' the water's
Spirit moves, it moves through all things.

Friday, December 23, 2005

You haven't seen phil until he turns into the skeleton on stage.

that's when the show got intense and I begin to really hear phil playing. his drummer was tired and tried to force his rhythm. the lead guitarist gave amazing support to phil in the music. corny bowing towards the end. phil noticed but didn't care, it was the last show for this tour.

after the show i recovered stoney from the lot, a rainbow kid who rode with me, and we made our way out of atlanta. it took us almost 45 minutes to find the interstate. cheered up a waitress at waffle house. had to go to work at noon the next day.

Monday, October 24, 2005

I have been St. Stephen

Saint Stephen with a rose
In and out of the garden he goes
Country garland in the wind and the rain
Wherever he goes the people all complain

Stephen prosper in his time
Well he may and he may decline
Did it matter? does it now?
Stephen would answer if he only knew how

Wishing well with a golden bell
Bucket hanging clear to hell
Hell halfway twixt now and then
Stephen fill it up and lower down
And lower down again

Lady finger dipped in moonlight
Writing `what for?' across the morning sky
Sunlight splatters dawn with answers
Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye

Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow,
What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned
Several seasons with their treasons
Wrap the babe in scarlet covers call it your own

Did he doubt or did he try?
Answers aplenty in the bye and bye
Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills
One man gathers what another man spills

Saint Stephen will remain
All he's lost he shall regain
Seashore washed by the suds and the foam
Been here so long he's got to calling it home

Fortune comes a crawlin, Calliope woman
Spinning that curious sense of your own
Can you answer? Yes I can,
but what would be the answer to the answer man?

Friday, October 21, 2005

I give you the most inconclusive day ever

I am writing this post as a conclusion to my day:

I went to the dollar store, they didn't have want I was looking for
I went to get my oil changed, they said come back at 1
I came back at 1, and they told me they had already filled my spot, after I waited 45 min
So, I went to the bank, after not getting my oil changed, around 1:45
The bank is closed from 1:30 to 2:30 on fridays
I came back to my apartment to take a nap
Some guys are pressure washing the side of the building (I cant sleep)

so i wrote this.

will someone please tell me what the hell is going on I must have missed?

yeah, this is pretty much, bitch, bitch, bitch, oh well...

(Posted later in the day):

Now I went to get my laundry out of the laundry room. It seems today, they decided to lock the door. So, I promptly begin to break into the cheap lock on the door. As I am breaking in, out of uniform, my boss walks through this particular secluded building at the military school I work at, and tells me I am not allowed to break in. It seems like that was his only purpose in walking through the building. That's when I started laughing.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Rainbow Emergency Management Assembly- Waveland, Mississippi

Went to Waveland to help with the families kitchen. Met some new friends there, some with the family, some not. Anyone who wants printable pictures(larger, cleaner) leave a comment indicating which pictures you want with your e-mail address and I will get them to you. Here are the pictures:

Jesse, cool christian brother.
Maurey= Awesome
He didn't want his picture taken. Helped me with a spiritual understanding of fear being the opposite of love, instead of anger. All the way from SoCal.

Leviticus with cigarette. Likes to wave sage in crowds at music festivals.
Clovis and his sister, both really phriendly pholks.

Arjay and others. Wished I could have spent more time with this group. But the only thing that was constant other than change was work.

Two kids from youth initiative school in Wisconsin. Really cool, self sufficient, 16 years old.

This guy came from wisconsin. His sister knew clovis from organic valley. He read alot.
Our food was really, really good.
These two brothers(above) are some road dogs I gave a ride from meridian to waveland. They were interesting pholks. They had been hitchiking for 18 days when I picked them up. Luckily, they had gotten a shower the night before I showed up.

This was actually north of the I-11 causeway near lake pontchartrain, when I made my day trip to New Orleans to help open a new kitchen (which didn't actually materialize). Yes that is a picture of several houses. Took a little night visit to Bourbon Street. It was actually up and running, even though the rest of the city was empty. About 40% of the shops and bars were open. There were help wanted signs everywhere. Got tanked, good times.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Baton Rouge Red Cross

So, I went to the river center in Baton Rouge and spent a little time with Deanne with Barefoot Doctor's Academy transporting midwives and methadone patients. This was following Hurricaine Katrina and there were about 2000 evacuees at the red cross shelter where I was working. I ran into a few rednecks and hippies along the way and this really cool guy playing guitar, not to mention Rev. J Jacks. I listened to the Dead with a methadone addict and bonded with him. He was really happy that I did what I could to help him get his medicine and claimed that he would send me his laptop as a gift. Really sweet guy, named Gary, I think. Best part was getting tanked with the country boys and evacuees living at the camp site next door. I think I am going to visit them this summer. Good times. Fulfilling work. Long and strange.