Momma’s holding kitchen court  there’s nothing to eat

  Says  she’s got to  rest her weary feet    

  Ain’t seen it this bad since Papa lost the still

  When the tea pot boiled over on the S & L bill

Chorus:     and Momma said to Daddy

 How’s your   hedge fund now baby                 

You still think   it’s    just an accident           

It’s seven come eleven with  side effects      

these money changers got no     horse sense

 She says it’s a mater of g-eights dysfunction  

   Playing Texas hold-em   at the g-twenty junction

   It’s  no fun trimming  hedges in the big apple

   When blind credit raters take over the chapel

Chorus:       

   In walked  the judge wearing his derivative suit

    Money leaking from the soul of his boot

    Daddy say’s to Momma where’d you get this crap

    She Says  been doing my banking  at the Laundromat

Chorus

When our belt gets pulled real tight

 w. stewart copy right 2009

Maslow’s root Chakras

insist we survive.

Surfing  chaos like a raptor

T-rex around the hive.

Huntin  strange attractors

Buffalo dressed all white. 

Eyes open widest when

The belt gets pulled real tight.

Credit defaults, Count-in chickens

Or did the egg  get the nod  

Sent our house of sandycards

Diving like a Cod.

Flying  from  rubble of

A falling green façade.

Can’t call  S.E.C.

Cause their  the Vice Squad.

 Eyes fly wide open When our belts get jerked  real tight,

I’m at tent city its stone soup again tonight.

Can’t pay the doctor bills since the bank dropped their kites.

They sold out my grand kids where’s our Bill of Rights.

EYE above  Pyramid

Hollow as our Chest .

Since Captain Jack and Burning Bushes

Sailed away like the rest.

Sent the dueling spirals

And Darwin a new dawn.  

Wall papered book of faces

Texted on   and    on   an   on.

Eyes fly wide open When our belts get jerked  real tight,

I’m at tent city its stone soup again tonight.

Can’t pay the doctor bills since the bank dropped their kites.

They sold out my grand kids, who turned out the lite.

Mayan hour glass is empty

Spring forward then fall back.

Manic tribe of locust

Fighting for some PAC.

Green Zeus we trusted

Left us an empty sack.                           

Earth will survive herself

When our belt gets j-e-r-k-e-d real tight.

Baby’s rock-in  cradle

There’s  honey in the nest.

How can we sustain her

Full ripe Breast.

We are all in this web

T’was  Nixon said it best.

But Gaia plays Dominoes

Better than the rest.

 Eyes fly wide open When our belts get jerked  real tight,

I’m at tent city its stone soup again tonight.

Can’t pay the doctor bills since the bank dropped their kite.

They sold out our grand kids where’s our Bill of Rights.

He was my hero, on that stormy night
Wish I‘d done more in that fire fight
Should have been me, it could of been me
He pushed me away, I wish it been me

My heart hurts can’t think at all
The tears are here but they won’t fall
Oh where are you honey, not feeling too sunny
I just don’t know why he had to go ?

Maybe a new truck will help my pain
Some chocolate chips or … cocaine
A trip to Cabo to smoke more pot
Gotta fill this hole where he got shot

Stuck in this sand, done my share of harm
Ain’t coming back, fifth tour’s a charm
This war’s been hell, its eating our lunch
I’m coming home baby, God I miss him so much

Been home sometime now, sleep comes in small
Waitress knows to seat me, in the chair against the wall
People drive so crazy here, they just got to cease
Don’t get too close now, I just want my peace

Maybe a new truck will help my pain
Some chocolate chips or … cocaine
A trip to Cabo smoke more pot
Gotta fill this hole where they are not.

A musician named Dave Carroll recently had difficulty with United Airlines. United apparently damaged his treasured Taylor guitar ($3500) during a flight. Dave spent over 9 months trying to get United to pay for damages caused by baggage handlers to his custom Taylor guitar. During his final exchange with the United Customer Relations Manager, he stated that he was left with no choice other than to create a music video for youtube exposing their lack of cooperation. The Manager responded : “Good luck with that one, pal”.

So he posted a retaliatory video on YouTube. The video has since received over 5.5 million hits. United Airlines contacted the musician and attempted settlement in exchange for pulling the video. Naturally his response was: “Good luck with that one, pal”.

Taylor Guitars sent the musician 2 new custom guitars in appreciation for the product recognition from the video that has led to a sharp increase in orders.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YGc4zOqozo&NR=1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEqvCktdSBM&NR=1 hitler blames United

Yes I was ill

But You’re late

I know  

I was Depressed

You’re FIRED sign here

Thank you

I am feeling better already.

Mom needed help raising 10 children

You took us on jobs where

Men brought water up from the earth

They laughed and cussed at

Each other in the Texas heat

Lumbering tools bent deep

Sweaty axial grease men

Who shaped pipe, rope,

Wrenches and steel

Into surgeon’s wands

Coaxing the nectar upward

Men who long new

The value of Aqua Dulce

Before it was bottled up

Back when it and childrem flowed free

Men who knew how to find the real liquid gold

They knew they had to protect it

You gave me all you had

A livelihood of knowledge

Now I drink your memory Dad

Like a Sailor drinks his beer

So it seems to me all the financial advisers are in the dark ages when they tell you Gold Should only be 5% of your investment portfolio. Remember when Gold was $340 an ounce? Da! I say minimum investment in Gold should be between 8-15% of your investment. We never should have gotten off the Gold and Silver Standard.

Reminds me of Peter Sellers as Chance the Gardner you know the movie with Shirley McClain? Can’t remember the movie title though. Any way if you have not seen it get it. Very Funny!

OK I am going to the Studio now enough of this balancing of my check book stuff. Thanks for helping me purge all that before I go.

Summertime, playing marbles with your little brother

Lagging crystals, bowlees, and cat’s-eye’s in the dirt

Hearing the barking of your saxophone

To the beat of square, circle, triangle, and star shaped notes

Vibrating through your window screen

Raked through each tinny opening  freely

Squawking bluesy rhythms escaped

Unlike your image hidden  in your dark underworld.

Us outside free in the sunlight with your music

Never saw your face, wondered, where you loosing your marbles like me?

I know now you had found them in that darkness.

Exhaling  into the Earth

Centering her skin

Initiating a opening

Spirit penetrates her fertile core.

Life pulls in all directions

Generating a globular shape

Death beckons the fruit to its funeral pyre.

Smoke, steam, and fumes billow

Dancing oxygen starved  onlookers

Timing their alchemic attack.

Clawing into hot coals and ash

Revealing  matured sustenance

Results of the sacred dance.

Fiery hot petals pealed open

Revealing rows of golden beauty of the gods.

Gingerly salting, biting membranes

Savoring, swallowing cells ruptured

Love’s released  essence.

Potter devours his a-maze-ing meal.

I looked for a stick to move the brier vine with before sticking  my hand in like my Dad had taught us. “Scare any snakes off before you put your hand inside a bush to pick a Blackberry” he always warned. I found the right stick and began feasting on some of the juicy fruit. Blackberries have a range of flavors depending on their ripeness. The still red ones are bitter and tart, The Black ones are less tart but the purple black ones they are my favorite sweet and juicy. Some times we would pick some to take home making a pouch with our tee shirts but mom would get mad cause it left a purple stain she couldn’t wash out. We seemed to be eating more than collecting.

I HEARD THE RUMBLE OF A TRAIN COMING WAY BEFORE I SAW IT ROUND THE BEND ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TRESTLES. It was the late morning freighter heading into Houston from the North, The engine whizzed buy and we waved and watched awhile then started harvesting again. It’s hard to focus at a simple task of picking berries within 15 feet of tons of steel whizzing by at 25 MPH. So I looked up and saw the caboose crossing the trestles coming toward us. Mr.Caboose leaning out the window to see what we where doing, he was waving to us. I had just picked the biggest blackberry of the day when the Caboose came along side my brother Steve . I hollared over to Steve “WATCH THIS ” (which I now know as his famous last words) I wound up and threw  the berry towards the man in the caboose waving out his window. He did not see it coming. the lead was perfect as a quarterback to a wide reciever going on a post pattern.

SPLAT!  Blackberry hit him right between the eyes making a reddish purple spot that exploaded  like he had been shot. We couldn’t help but started laughing then I saw him pick up this radio to call the Engineer. Instantly we heard the train brakes begin to squeal and the whistle blow. We looked at each other dropped our snake sticks and began running and yelling for the other boys to get the hell out of there. The others did not know what was happening but instinct kicked in and they took off too. We where long gone before they got that train stopped but hid in the woods for another hour in silence just in case. You can bet we where as hidden as those blackberries we where searching for earlier.

So If your reading this Mr. Caboose consider this my Appology. I’m Sorry! Can’t help but still chuckle, when I think about it though.