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Heartbreak, depression, anger and all that good stuff

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(i) Amen:  
 
Why do ya pray to me? Don't lie!  
Which way do ya look up in da sky?  
What do ya expect to hear?  
What do ya really want to hear?  
Many unbelievers, their wanting to see me, so sincere
 
(ii) Praying:  
 
Are ya still around and about me, my Lord?  
Will ya return someday, with one accord?  
Are ya really the truth, da whole flaming truth?
Nothing but da truth, the answer, I believed in my youth
Shout out also, to da virgin, the one and only, Mamma Mary  
I just wish to finally get rid, of this topsy-turvy life  
This boy keeps suffering sadness and strife
Without anything real, you know wat I be meaning  
My eyes, they seem, to have just stopped gleaming  
Give me a sign or an old fashioned message from high above  
I'd ask you to give me a little bit of a shove  
I just want to believe, in da trinity or you three, above
Before I finally give up, cause I'm all outta love  
 
Stare up at da sky, kneel down in church: No!  
Not knowing where to look upwards to pray; No!
Does all humanity, keep searching: No!
Here and there, my God, I need to please me  
 
But I need, to please thee  
I need, I want, I need...to please thee
I need, I want, I need...  
 
(iii) Amen:  
 
Why do ya pray to me? Don't lie!  
Which way do ya look up in da sky?  
What do ya expect to hear?  
What do ya really want to hear?  
Many unbelievers, their wanting to see me, so sincere  
 
 
(iv) Hello:  
 
In this life, I've been through hell, so many wrong turns  
I learn, then I leave, I miss her loving, so much, it burns  
So many ups and downs, I plead, it's still not goin' away  
Lonely days, thinking too much, weeping nights, wherever I lay  
Arising so late, smashed avocado, a table in the corner, just for one  
It's better by myself, three's a crowd, so I go solo, one on one  
 
(v) Careful:  
 
I think I just felt a little shove, of pure love, or so it would seem  
A tap on my shoulder, so slight, what does this dream mean?  
Were my prayers answered, do I now believe, I cry out  
Does it have to be by blind faith, scared of da truth, still having doubt  
Da holy ghost, da three from above, show me da signpost  
So I can live and feel, get back on da track, first and foremost  
 
Stare up at the sky, kneel down in church: No!  
Not knowing where, look upwards to pray; No!
Does all humanity, keep searching: No!  
Now and then, my God, I need to please me  
 
I need, to please thee  
I need, I want, I need...to please thee  
I need, I want, I need...  
 
(vi) Amen:  
 
Why do ya pray to me? Don't lie!  
Which way do ya look up in da sky?  
What do ya expect to hear?  
What do ya really want to hear?  
Many unbelievers, their wanting to see me, so sincere.
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Blurry Daze

I'm all for peace and the hippie days
We were the children of the 60s, layin' about and lettin' our hair sprout††
†We were influenced as much as we influenced others††
†Flower power didn't work, maybe it's just the American way, no doubt††
†Turning over all the apple carts, should've just turned the other cheek my baby††
†Some say, I went too far, is it because, i've got such a rebel heart? Maybe.††


Hippies have survived since the caveman days††
†Sometimes hiding behind societies blurry daze††
†Never wanting to upset the nations orderly ways††
†Always demonstrating for their true beliefs in a cloudy haze.††


Now it feels like I've been jabbed, with a poison dart††
†So deep down inside my experienced, but innocent rebel heart††
†That 60s biz was just our breakfast and we hadn't even got to lunch yet††
†If I was a new gen baby, I could still show others love and peace, I bet††
†Give me a chance at showing you, that I'm not that different than you††
†Go ahead, ask me questions, there well overdue.††


Hippies have survived since the caveman days††
†Sometimes hiding behind societies blurry daze††
†Never wanting to upset the nations orderly ways††
†Always demonstrating for their true beliefs in a cloudy haze.††


Not changing my ways, but adapting my ways, is what I need to do††
†I'll listen to others and always take your cue, to try and remove the venom for you††
†It might not happen overnight, it could take a while, alright!††
†Maybe I'll go with the flow or maybe wake-up in a sweat, in the middle of the night††
†Let me get my groove back and things will change, we'll go back to the start††
†Just forgive me and always remember, I was born with this rebel heart.††


Hippies have survived since the caveman days††
†Sometimes hiding behind societies blurry daze††
†Never wanting to upset the nations orderly ways††
†Always demonstrating for their true beliefs in a cloudy haze.
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Busking About

Iíve been busking about since young and fair
The atmosphere from onlookers, like skating on thin air
So unconventional, prior to the old smacking ways
Thatís how Iíd spend my entire waking days
Melodic riffs, dancing over bass lines
Harmonising daily, to some lonesome feeling ballads
Playing finger-style guitar, without any speeding hump hazards
      
Along the boardwalks of Venice Beach
In unlikely places, that youíd ever encounter or reach
A folksy blues musician, you canít wait to hear
Independent, from a money-making machine, thatís so clear
A young black musician, singing Ďbout lifeís rights and wrongs
With an aching intimacy, strings are strummed, to original songs
      
The overall effect is something like a blend
Of other musicians, with a depth and subtlety
More suited to the stage, than a street with a dead end
While the busking experience is fundamentally a freedom, luckily
Still taking a fading, battery-powered amp, with heaps of torque
Along with a flattop, down to the busy LA boardwalk
      
I think the best thing you learn from being downtown
Is how to be really optimistic, while still being on your own
Busking was like practicing with a metronome
It started pulling on a few chords, like not ever knowing a safe home    
Then, thoughts of ones life coming to an end, my tick-tock time
Then, I go back to playing a song, people tossing me, a silver dime
I imagine, how it would sound, playing along with four in a band
Iíve never really been dealt, a very good poker hand
Trying to re-create myself, like an over paid, auto tuned, music star
Well, as much as I could, with just a worn out, acoustic guitar
      
They say, I picked up the guitar at seven
At first trying to play lap style, just keepiní it even
Because, I couldnít reach across my scar torn body
Early childhood lessons, gave me a foundation in blues
After that, I wasnít taught nothiní by nobody
I just kept playing like that, what did I have to lose
I could learn by ear, until I heard the rings at the checkout
It would take a while, but Iíd figure it out, what they were all talking
about.
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Cotton Pickiní

The only friend Iíd ever had
Was my dear ole slave dad
He once told me, think about your future
Try and forget about the southís criminal past
Cotton pickiní and turniní plow, on a wealthy mans plantation field
He never once saw the money that it did forever yield
Big boss said, he almost cleared the books
So yes, the plantation bosses are the real McCoy crooks
Daddy gave them a mighty fistful, but got just a nightly spoonful in return.
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Crocodile Day Tripping

There's now proof, that a Russian flesh-eating cannibal is in the good old US of A  

He would offer you toxic ingredients, including gasoline and lighter fluid, I'd say  

But, because its tell-tale scaly sores, are similar to another well known leacher  

They initially played down concerns, saying, "they're not seeing signs of the creature"  

My boyfriend had maggots coming out of his leg, after a recent foreign scare  

I know people don't want to hear stuff like that, but it is really happening out there  



Snap goes the toothless crocodile, one, two, three  

Wangsta da Gangsta, had a great haul  

Ring a ding a ling, 'cause they deliver the first for free  

Jim and Joan went into da hood, to fetch nothin' much at all  



They fall to the charlatans, that promise you a crystal ball  

A little at first and then some more, that's for sure  

It will make you snap, give you curls and dance you a little twirl  

Star gazing thru the sun ray and day tripping into a wayward night  

That's why if you use crocodile juice, it will do more than shake ya loose  

Destroying our souls, creating huge holes and build mountains out of moles  



Snap goes the toothless crocodile, one, two, three  

Wangsta da Gangsta, had a great haul  

Ring a ding a ling, 'cause they deliver the first for free  

Jim and Joan went into da hood, to fetch nothin' much at all  



Mr Jeffrey Vint has become less popular among his abusers  

I say, "they're all losers", but I guess, beggars can't be choosers  

Some mother's even gave birth with two thumbs, but those babies are now total scum  

Others think the monster could be at large, maybe roaming your neighbourhood †

Put a stop to this croc's chomp, before it destroys everything in the swamp  

Get your doctor to prescribe a stronger drug, to conquer that evil imposter †



Snap goes the toothless crocodile, one, two, three  

Wangsta da Gangsta, had a great haul  

Ring a ding a ling, 'cause they deliver the first for free  

Jim and Joan went into da hood, to fetch nothin' much at all.
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CrazeHaze-DazeWaze

Wandering no mans land
Iím distant, confused, you do understand
Internally bruised, not cool
Forgetting Ďbout that chin drool
Iím shuffling and and stutt stutter stuttering
Forgetting íbout something, but donít have nothing
Circling roundabouts, whereís the damn turn-off
Not old age, just Parkinsonís Disease, ya jerk-off
Beginning the day, falling asleep at the wheel
Other drivers, swearing at me, am I for real
Strolling food isles, zoning out, I just paid twice
Frozen face, freezing of the gait, end of paradise.
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Dear Father, For You Have Sinned

It's not time to have a crusade  

Just settle down, take it slowly  

You're still naive, that's your culture  

There's so much you have to do though  

Find a cause, totally commit  

if you want you can join  

Look at me, I am wise, but I'm content  


I was made for this life, yes indeed  

You were made for this life, with me  

and I can't get enough of this life  

Can you get enough of me?  


Welcome to the Grand Cathedral Deluxe  

Such a heavenly pad (Such a heavenly pad)  

Such a heavenly pad  

Plenty of spirit at the Grand Cathedral Deluxe  

Very nice indeed (Very nice indeed)  

You can get a feed  


You may say I'm a believer  

But I'm not the Holyfield one  

I hope someday he'll help us  

And the church will pray as one  


They can't go on preaching  

With deviant minds  

And we can't enjoy our youth  

'cause of deviant minds  


Like at Hooters  

felt for the very first time  

Like at Hooters  

when you get goosebumps [out in public, makes you feel bad]  

Priest don't mind  


Everywhere there sinning now  

I'm surrounded by your members  

Father, I can see your demon  

You know you're my trusted place  

You're everything I trust and adore  

It's written all over your face  

Father, I can see your demon  

Pray ya won't mess me about  


'Cause your gettin' baptised alright  

And no one's gonna save you from the priest about to sin  

You know your baptised, baptised alright  

You're screaming for your life, inside the confession box, baptised alright  


We don't need no vandalism  

We don't need no higher order  

No dark secrets in the cloakroom  

Preachers leave them boys alone  

Hey preacher leave them boys alone  

All in all you're just another prick in my life  

All in all you're just another brick in my life  


Cause if you liked it, doesn't mean you can put ya stick in it  

If you liked it then you should've got a grown-up with a hole in it  

Don't get mad, once you see that he's 'bout to blow  

If you liked it then you should've got a blowup with a hole in it  


Let me wait for him to get so near to me  

Creepy Cardinal Priest  

Drop your bullshit and stop your abuse  

Creepy Cardinal Beast  

Bring it on  

Afraid?  

Pray Ay Ay Ay  

Pray Ay Ay Ay Ay  

Pray Ay Ay Now
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Drifting About - Ft. Hippo & Harps

Floating around the shores of a beach, whilst being all out to sea
Iíve been drifting about, the days are becoming so long
Nobody told me, it could so easily, happen to me
Itís not that itís bad, Iíve done nothing wrong
Itís just time, as I knew it, seems to have skipped a beat
A month became a year, like time decided not to catch up and meet
Nowhere to sleep, little to eat, only new wayward floaters to greet

Can you see me or do you choose not to?
Acknowledge me, donít look straight through me
Iím a human with a heart, if it were you, Iíd ask about you
Like, how did you get here, how are you going, whatís your view
On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see
Put down ya phone, look into their eyes, talk to someone anew

Canít find a job, most bossís donít like me, thatís how it seems
Canít sing a tune or get the right pitch, just listen, thatís what it means
Living by the seashore, breeze in my face, no windows, in diss free place
Be careful who you trust, theyíll steal every dime, itís a damn rat race
Friendly folk, pass on by, throw you a penny, Ďcause ya down on your luck
Some girls get down on their knees, handle da merchandise, then suck for a buck
Now quite peckish, havenít eaten for days, down on one knee, oh fcuk

Can you see me or do you choose not to?
Acknowledge me, donít look straight through me
Iím a human with a heart, if it were you, Iíd ask about you
How did you get here, how are you going, whatís your view
On political matters, religious stuff, world concerns, that you see
Put down ya phone, look into the eyes, talk to someone anew

Sheíll be right mate, but every next day, Iím still looking for a place to lay
Under a bush, upon a park bench, those damn insects, are having a field day
Iíve had enough, I got the courage, dialed the number, to get me out of here
Up pulled a Combi Van, with a smile on her face, as she wiped away a tear
Silence all the way home, just a nod or two, I'd gaze at her, the way ya do
At night, laying in bed, thoughts rushing in my head, most are true
In the morning, staring at a mirror, I finally saw the boy that my dear mom, once knew.
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WW2

We were ordered by military law  
 
To elope, even before our boat had hit the shore  
 
The bullets knocked us about, thats for sure  
 
Dead cobbers scattered adrift, from the infantrys 1st corp  
 
Now some mates from my own platoon, 1, 2, 3 now 4  
 
Nobody should ever have to witness such gore  
 
Did not matter if you were rich or poor  
 
You were just a target, in this almighty war  
 
If the politicians demanded, they would easily send more  
 
Finally, the west encircled the mad beast, with a rambunctious roar  
 
But they let the Reds go forth, who savaged all the women, like a wild boar  
 
What was the main aim and what was the true meaning, deep down at its core, for this unholy frigginí war?
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With A Tight Rope Noose

My blues they come from those cotton days
Black slaves bought by southern racist ways
Cruel white leaders, and if our lips were to loose
This would be our ending with a tight rope noose

Simple chords, with lyrics of choice
A wealthy white boy searching for voice
Colored teaching whites, but ends with abuse
Everything ending with a tight rope noose

I brought my blues from the cotton days
Black folks appalled by others racist ways
Country of white leaders, if our lips were to loose
Everything ending with a tight rope noose

Sad child from the city mansion practices inside
A coloured mans tune on his mind, while pool-side
Racist born father with rules and abuse
Everything ending with a tight rope noose
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Damn, I hope this is not true, but I fear it is so. Humankind are cruel and especially to those weaker then they. A sickness that pervades the soul of a being making them think of who to blame for the predicament of humankind in their own backyards.  

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OBSESSED WITH WEALTH

What does it mean
To be rich?

Limitless fresh and clean air,
Nourishing water
And fertile soil
Come to mind.

That is the wealth
I want for my children.

That is the wealth I cling to
So obsessively.
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Undermined by a Narcotic Lullaby

The future begins
to creak
 I don't want to die
without you
There is so much to say
 I've said too much
I had thoughts of singing

Freefall, the flloorboards
creak
On that side if you
have stones in
your pockets
 I had thoughts of being free

Tidepools wrap the rope twice
 around Willow branch
 the rope won't
 creak
while swinging
I had thoughts of flying

Windswept Leaves piled
 high behind the screen door
 neighbors dog barks
on point †as the shutters
creak
in the wind
 I had thoughts of dying

The thoughts I had were
undermined
By a narcotic lullaby
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Psychedelic Den - Longer version

Now thereís a sandbox in the house, as though lying on the beach.    
Boys, I just had a thought, maybe if we just listen and not at all teach. † † †  
Now a teepee etched on the mind, from within my psychedelic den, † † †  
by reliving ones childhood, it might make us wise men, again. † † †  
Piano tuning, garnished with sea salt, sinking even deeper, † † †
down with non-believers, rejected by the crazy gatekeeper. † † †  
Add a pinch of snorting pepper, minds are suddenly lighter, than dark. † † †
While sitting on the same pile of sand, as a pack of squatting dogs bark, † † †  
yelping pups protesting in Downtown Main Street. † † †
Upon hearing some musical witchcraft, with a constant zombie beat, † † †
Demonstrating Ďbout a propaganda communist war. † † †
While rushiní to eat some smorgasbord full of paranoia, thatís for sure. † † †  
A preacher man telling us all, god just jumped off, with a man on the moon.
Meanwhile, climbing four walls of my bedroom, canít find a way out, anytime soon,
as a voice in my head, is telling me, ďTo be even more bizarreĒ.
For too many lonely years in bed, I finally woke up, by plucking at my guitar,
then back upon the stage, in beautiful California, the greatest surfing town.
Still getting nasty flashbacks though, oh how LA can weigh you down.
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Uncle Sam or Tom

The blues are in us all, no matter where your from
Not just in Uncle Sam or from a good ole Uncle Tom
If bitten, thereís all sorts of tricks and charms
If no color doctor about, tune into blues, to heal your qualms
But donít sing it, if you arenít prepared to bring it
Bottles are going to sink and eventually hit
Walls will be crawled up, then bounced off, in a rage of fit
But itíll take a lifetime dose of blues music, to rid every damn hurting bit.
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