Bureaucracy killed the cat

Verse 1:

Bureaucracy killed the cat

 but no one knew or cared 

they didn't know his name

 or the color of his hair 

but somehow someone in taxes & dues

saw he'd missed a payment 

so they found the address of his last houseguest

 to forward him the statement

 

They'd been friends for 19 years 

Since their desks were placed so near 

Each other at the IRS 

where they found jobs in times of stress

Kept it for the benefits 

Which turns out only work in health

In sickness they will be no help 

So go cat go collect no wealth

Chorus: 

Because he came in through the front door

People all around

Left out through the window

Ramblin' a sound

They probably thought him crazy

But he didn't have to talk

That's why he left so secretly

Alone and home he walked

Verse 2: 

His friend thought this was rather rude 

And little did they know 

that he worked just one desk over less than a stone's throw

away he went to Canada 

flew there in a June bug's sack

had no phone for them to tap 

he didn't like salt so he didn't look back

 

Dropped off in Vancouver Ville

When he couldn't paw the bill

Retract your claws head for the hills 

For balls of yarn and catnip stills 

He'd always been the skittish type

Scouring the halls at night 

Prefer the roof, avoid the stars

Maintain his coat and mend his scars

Chorus

But you can hide out in your window

Hide out in your house

Hide out with your next of kin

Hide out with your spouse

It don't matter where you hide

You will be found out

When you're forced to face that grin

You can't scrub it off your skin

Conclusion:

Some will say I came to hide

But I'm no fan of suicide

I'm just letting things subside 

Best one to live than two to fry

But he realized that his friend had died 

Neglected and beguiled 

So he returned to the states with some proper clothes 

So he could decompose in style

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Flashlight

Sometimes I shine a flashlight at the moon,

To imagine that I cause 

That great reflection

But the moment ends too soon

Stifled by protections I presume

 

I know it's not a fact that I can prove

But we must act like some things are true

Poetry not only gets me through

Like the moon

It revolves around the truth

 

Sometimes I fill my lungs up with the wind

To imagine that i let it go again

Knocking on my sorrow's door

If they won't let him in

Rapture up the whole house

In an unforgiving spin

 

I know that the wind has no concern

But for a moment when it's mine

And how it burns

Inside me like the storm 

That brings the rain 

That floods the fields

Batten down the hatches

See what good things we can yield

 

I know that this man must sound insane

To all the ears around him

That have dealt with the inane

Calloused by absurdity 

Until it becomes real

Let's go see the physician

Let's go see if we can heal

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Artisan's Trade

Verse 1

Well, there aint much to say for the artisan's trade

On a street full of houses that all look the same

And your furniture's made of termites and foam

And you've boiled down the mystery of life to chromosomes

 

And they've told you science is, something other than

Wondering what the truth is, and wondering with a plan

And yet another lie, they have told you still

That to love God you can't wonder, yet with wonder you are filled. 

Chorus

 No, I won't follow, I won't become

I've heard the bluebird and the swallow

And holy was each one

And they said unto me

There's a song I must relay

But to hear it I must listen through vibrations of decay

Verse 2

Well there aint much to say for the farmer and his trade

In a storehouse full of produce that wasn't grown when it was made

And your supper is made of dehydrated milk

That's been blended up with cardboard, but packaged up in silk

 

And they've told you love's a chemical, just like all your food

Pragmatically delivered, they don't realize it sounds rude

But you're making meaning of, the dust that's in your hair

And you're dancing by the twilight, and conjuring the air

Chorus

 No, I won't follow, I won't become

I've heard the bluebird and the swallow

And holy was each one

And they said unto me

There's a song I must relay

But to hear it I must listen through vibrations of decay

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Ocean

Ocean, Ocean

I see you the way that you’re swaying

Ocean, Ocean,

Can you please tell me just how you move

Ocean, Ocean

I feel all your girth when you’re grooving

Ocean

What has it’s affect upon you?

 

Is it the moonlight, moonlight

I join you when walking at evening

Moonlight, Can you please 

tell me what makes my breathing

Moonlight, You whisper of something 

much greater

Moonlight, you whisper but do not intrude

Moonlight, is the sea yours

how do you sustain her?

Moonlight, what has it’s affect upon you?

 

Is it the Sunlight, Sunlight?

You dictate the story of nations

Sunlight, Sunlight,

We fill our houses with your imitation

Sunlight, 

Has your worship been always mistaken?

Sunlight,

Your warmth brings the trees to contortion

Are you all,

Or still but a portion?

Sunlight, there are rumors

of something still bolder

Something older, are the tales true?

Sunlight, 

What has it’s affect upon you?

 

Is there a Father, Father

Do you guide the sun in it’s dictation?

Father, I’ve heard that you’re awfully removed

Father, has the moon told the sea the whole story?

Father, what could have its affect upon you?

 

Father, is your hand steeped in all of creation?

Did your son come abiding in you?

Is our truest joy bringing you glory?

Father, Can you have your affect

on me too?

Please have your affect on me too. 

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Voice of Thunder

The voice of the Lord

Thunders over the waters

The voice of the Lord

Thunders over the depths

The voice of the Lord

Is just as peaceful and quiet

As two mice in their nest

They’ve laid their worries to rest

 

Enters the Thunder

In the voice of your enemy

Enters the Thunder

In the voice of your friend

Enters the Thunder

However it needs to

But no matter how it enters

You miss it again and again

 

The voice of the Lord

Splits through the trees like it’s lightning

The voice of the Lord

Causes the Oak Trees to whirl

The voice of the Lord

With no regard for their strength

Knows not of youth and it’s angst 

Keeps no money in the Bank

 

Enters the lighting

At the sight of your enemy

Enters the lighting

At the sight of your friend

Enters the lighting

However it needs to

But no matter how it enters

Don’t miss it, don’t miss it again

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Nanny

Nanny O’ Nanny

Praise be the Sun

That shines down upon you

As if you’re the one

That the sun’s meant to shine for, 

And if it were true

That would be enough reason

To shine just for you. 

 

Nanny O’ Nanny

Now you’re 81

The creeks flow to meet you

And the rivers do run

To bear your reflection 

To the ocean so blue

That’s reason to rise

and recede just for you

 

Nanny O’ Nanny

The birds are your fans

They sing in your morning

And eat from your hand

They beckon your warning

and if it’s all true

They’ve found enough reason

To sing just for you

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Southern California Sun

The Southern California Sun

Is still high in my mind

High in my mind

And I can’t seem to leave it behind

Can I just say goodbye?

It’s not that there’s not beauty here

But it just isn’t mine

Just isn’t mine

 

What makes a home?

What makes a story complete

While it’s still being told

And how will I know when I’m old

When I should settle down

Settle into the mold,

How will I know?

 

I’ve been in a land

Where the wind can scorch your hand

And they call it a breeze

Call it a breeze

And the rain refused to fall

Despite my dances and my calls

Which I thought were prayers

I thought were prayers

And worse than all of this

Is that my vagabonding bliss

Has come to an end

And all I wants a friend

 

What make us grow

To convince us that all that we need

Aint all that we own?

And if all that you had were to fade

Would you still survive

Would you still have your name?

 

So I drove to the west’s eastern edge

In my mobile nest

Unwilling to rest

And in Colorado it rained that year

And the trees and the flowers

Bore green with their peers

And the branches reached out over the creek

As I peddled by

Even into the street

 

What makes me go?

Like a creature of roots and of wings

I myself do not know

With the soil of life

Strewn about

It’s a labor of love

But a labor of doubt.

 

What makes a home?

What makes a story complete

While it’s still being told

And how will I know when I’m old

When I should settle down

Settle into the mold,

How will I know?

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Johnny Appleseed

Verse 1

When I was a young boy

There was an apple tree

In my grandma’s yard

When they fell then I would throw them

In the field to see how far

I had to see how far

I had to test my arm

 

But one day I was tempted 

by the apples on the tree

I thought they might fly better

They couldn’t stay up there forever

So I plucked one off the branch

And let it fly and felt the wrath

My grandma came outside

And she did skin my hide

Chorus 1

And she said…

Why’d you have to go and pick the apples off the tree?

You can’t just leave them be you have to pick them off the tree.

Verse 2

Before I was a boy

There was a couple in the nude

You might know their names

They were tempted too

So, Eve she said to Adam

In the Market I perused 

I found a sinful secret

Unto death,

Though we may choose

 

He said that it’s forbidden

But I want to rule myself

I think I might know better

We just can’t obey forever

So they plucked one off the branch

and took a bite and felt the wrath

When God came to their side

They covered up their hides

Chorus 2

And He said…

Why’d you have to go and pick the apples off the tree?

You can’t just leave them be you have to pick them off the tree.

Verse 3

In between that fateful couple and my birth

There was a man, named Johnny Appleseed

And sewing was his plan

Mr. Appleseed looked funny because his clothes

Were torn and tattered 

But forget about his clothes

Let’s talk about the seeds he scattered

 

Mr. Appleseed was different

And different was good

Instead of tearing down the trees

He planted new ones were he could

To live a life much better

and be at peace forever

When God came to his side

He didn’t have to ask him why

Chorus 3

Why’d you have to go and pick the apples off the tree?

You can’t just leave them be you have to pick them off the tree.

Verse 4

As our skin withers our bellies grow

We pray so do our souls

To match the passion of our youth

With spryness when we’re old

Instead of picking painful pears and peaches

We could bear some fruit

Grafted into heaven’s kingdom

So the sparrows find our shoots

To live a life much better

And be at peace forever

When God comes to our sides

He won’t have to ask us why

Chorus 4

Why’d you have to go and pick the apples off the tree?

You can’t just leave them be you have to pick them off the tree.

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Willy the Worm

A worm’s life a different type

A worm is always cold

Above ground folks think that being dry 

Is all the hype

They presume to be so bold

 

One day Willy the Worm

Wandered out under the sun

He said sheesh I’d like a slice 

of the warmer life

But dehydration aint no fun

Chorus

Because dehydration aint no fun

When you’re stuck out in the desert sun

And it may not seem like a desert to you

But when you’re stuck in sun

The desert’s all the seems true

 

So that night,

Willy pondered his plight

How could he enjoy

The heat without the light

How could he enjoy

The warmth without the fright

Without the fright of being

Shriveled up just like 

A tough leather smoker’s lung

‘Cause dehydration aint no fun

Chorus 2

Because dehydration aint no fun

When you’re stuck out in the desert sun

And it may not seem like a desert to you

But when you’re stuck in sun

The desert’s all the seems true

Because dehydration aint no fun

When your life is such a wormy one

And you got no feet to make your run

From the burning beams of the sun

 

Next noon

Willy Wiggled Past

A picnic with an apple pie

He smelt that pie

through every single sent

Butter, Honey, bread of Rye

All he smelt was apple pie

 

Some sloppy humans let some slip

It flopped right on the ground

Right on willy’s back in fact

And in that moment 

Willy found, Willy Found what he had lacked...

 

And he said

“this is what I need this pie!

It’s got the warm

Without the dry!”

So willy called out to his bud 

“I’m gonna crawl inside”

His friend said

“No it’s a sure demise

They’ll slice you up to feed their

To feed their juicy eyes!”

But he said…

 

But it was too late,

Willy wallowed in that tasty pie

Until a knife dashed through his side

The humans found his slime halves

Inside their tasty pie

And threw two pieces of willy

Threw him to the side

 

His friend, thought he had died

Until WIlly’s halves began to wiggle

On the ground they writhed

Willy’s halves were both alive

 

And then they said in unison

I’m not just me

I’m You and I!

And they said…

 

Chorus 3

Because dehydration aint no fun

When you’re stuck out in the desert sun

And it may not seem like a desert to you

But when you’re stuck in sun

The desert’s all the seems true

Because dehydration aint no fun

When your life is such a wormy one

And you got no feet to make your run

From the burning beams of the sun

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Motorcycles

Verse 1

I’ve been thinking about motorcycles

It consumes my rest and my REM cycles

RPMs invade my head

As asphalt passes through my head

 

It might sound silly

But I’m relieved

Because in my younger days

I often grieved

The best ideas that I couldn’t achieve

But now I’ve settled down. 

 

And I’ve been thinking about the simplest things

Like the going rate

Of a diamond ring

And if I made one of wood

Would it be just as good

Because it passed through my two hands

 

It might sound feeble 

Like it won’t last long

Because it’s not caste 

From Gold, Silver or Bronze

But I can’t forge my love in that kind of fog

And anyway, I’m a loyal man. 

 

Chorus 

You can think about an elephant

Or you can think about an ant

But an ant won’t take up

As much room inside your head

It might tickle your synapses

But it won’t stomp on your dreams

Smashin’ all the good stuff underneath

The more important things.

 

Verse 2

And I’ve been thinking about New York nights

‘Cause they were hot and they were humid

Though the sun hid it’s light

Behind the earth

But atop the dirt

There were concrete paths

That covered up the past

 

And this city

Once bore fruit of it’s own

Before the synthesized masses

Hummed their industrial groan

Drowning out creation’s 

Ever-persuasive moan

Because they’ve got to

Settle down. 

 

Chorus 2

 

You can worry like a whale

Or you can dream like you’re a bee

Like your vocation’s making honey

And your home’s hung from a tree

It might be a bit loud inside the nest

During the day

But in private you can hum a peaceful tune

about the taxes you don’t pay. 

 

I’ve been thinking about motorcycles…

My daddy’s told me my whole life

That once you start you can’t stop

And now I know that he’s right.