"Missing Electric Grace”
Distinctive electric string strumming,
breathed life into my daily afflictions,
melodic addictions fueled my spirit,
soothed my soul to the realities
of living and forgiving, and bongs.
Heart of Gold struck my inner cord,
it Harvested my essence, my being,
made me a true believer, there was
Fork in the Road that confused me,
but, I found a way. She showed me, the
Cowgirl in the Sand spouted from his band,
took me by the hand to Never-never land.
I still love her, makes me melt when I hear it.
Powderfinger never really met Cortez the Killer,
both taught me about uncontrollable violence,
we’re better off without it. Amen. The
Hippie Dreams taught me about illusions,
the pollution of a planet infected with
hate and destruction, other things, too,
it was the ultimate seduction.
The Thrashers came and did their thing as well,
poor farmers, they didn’t deserve any of that stuff,
screwed in the land of plenty.
Oh well, I’ll continue going through
my life as best I can, no choice really, if it wasn’t
For the Turnstiles, I never would have had any fun.
Neil keeps hanging on to my wandering insides,
he is never hidden, just below the surface
of my outer skin, sings he is a winner to me.
We can spend hours debating this and that,
I surely wish my Old Man was still alive
to teach me the things I miss.
Like old tunes with electric grace,
Rust Never Sleeps and neither do I.
I weep remembering the amazing influence
he had on a wild-eyed kid coping with
bullshit like everybody else.