Grim?

Folks,


I was in a rather foul mood when I composed this ditty.


S

A Bough on the Burying Ground © Solomon 2003/2011

I can’t help you right now

I can’t show you the way

won’t worry ‘bout your troubles

if you stay out’a mine

I could tell you right now 

I’ll spell out the story

but that would worry both our dreams

just the way they make you cry

No rest for the wicked 

no rest for the brave

no rest but in death

play the pipes on the burying ground

throw a bough of ivy on the grave

I know where to find you

y’know where to find me too

we won’t worry ‘bout your troubles

stay well away from mine

No rest for the wicked

no rest for the brave

no rest but in death

play the pipes on the burying ground

throw a bough of roses on the grave

The Story of Man

Folks,


Another lyrical ditty…

The Story of Man © Solomon 2006/2011

Byron, Shelley, Machine Gun Kelley

Dirty Harry and Switchblade Mary

Little Richard and Richard Nixon

It’s the Story of Man

It’s all in the Plan

It’s the story of Man

Rangeroo Roo and The Professor Foo

Doctor Strange and the Citizen Kane

The Man in Black and Jumpin’ Jack Flash

It’s the Story of Man

It’s all in the Plan

It’s the story of Man

Mao Tse Tung and Mahatma Ghandi 

The Shah of Iran and Charlie Chan

April Sunshine and the Starry Band

It’s the Story of Man

It’s all in the Plan

It’s the story of Man

Buddha, Bozo, Elvis, all of us

It’s the Story of Man

It’s all in the Plan

It’s the story of Man

Galileo, Copernicus, us

It’s the Story of Man

It’s all in the Plan

It’s the story of Man

Mother Teresa, Old Garcia

It’s the Story of Man

It’s all in the Plan

It’s the story of Man

Isis, Osiris, CANNONBALL STEVENS, and the rest of us

It’s the Story of Man

It’s all in the Plan

It’s the story of Man

Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, and the rest of us

It’s the Story of Man

It’s all in the Plan

It’s the story of Man

It’s all in the Plan

It’s the Story of Man…

A Fine Rendition of an Old Favorite…

Well, folks…

Here is a performance that rains down gobs of paisley pudding from a very old, quite simple tune and verses built on common notions that everyone of us has felt. The drummers are, however, unsparing in hammering to the heart of the matter. Lesh bounces his melodic bass along with the Eight Limbed Rhythm Devil as Garcia bangs his his knuckles on the cosmic trampoline. Weir and Brent ring their bells and make the strings and keys shriek to high heaven. The entire crew lends their crappy voices to the choir.

This is a rare, concise bit of what this bunch could show our own hearts, and thus provoke our emotions in kindred spirit and sympathy.

Cold Rain and Snow


S

More Lyrical Bunk…

Folks,

I continue to clear out my digital desk drawers, and I just ran across this bit of drivel that sort of scans and even rhymes. Might make an acceptable lyric in the right musical hands.

S

Stones, Bones and Roses © Solomon 2006/2011

Stones, bones and roses, ain’t this a treat

a fortune found where arrows meet

Tell me a story, spell me a rhyme

Give me a notion and a moment in time

I’m right here, I am in your eye  

I see how you’re looking at me 

like Nature's very blessed child

I give you gladly myself that you are mine

What’s the difference?

Who’s to tell?

Honey, better come fast

with that sugar pill

Stones, Bones and Roses, ain’t this a hoot 

a treasure found of ancient loot 

Touch my heart softly, do touch my mind

Show a gesture at the right moment  in time

What’s the difference

Who’s to tell

Honey, better come fast

with that sugar pill

Give me some sugar

Give me my fill

I will love you come good or ill

I do love you come good or ill

More Lyrical Doodling…

Folks,

This might lyric might make some sort of sense to somebody, so I toss it out as a message in a bottle.

S

On a Black Ship © Solomon 2011

I am on a black ship

sailing with a flag of heresy

with skull and bones adorned

and little else to boast

On a red wine, broad sea

I sail for you with another flag

a white flag on the mast

my heart still open to you

Friends are a burden you must retain

Yes, I seen it coming

Yes, it comes and it goes

I don’t know what this wind is portending

It just goes, it just goes

So, you took a'plenty

I’ll take mine fruit freely a'fallin 

from boughs of Witness Tree

bearing for what all shall be

Friends are a burden you must retain

Yes, I seen it coming

Yes, it comes and it goes

I don’t know what this wind is portending

It just goes, it just goes

Life, Love, and Freedom

Not a promise but a dare to live

Ghosts throwing stones thru shadows

in the dark everywhere

Broken ships and black flags 

Lips painted violet on a dare

Let my courage free and be

I owe what all was lent

Friends are a burden you must retain

Yes, I seen it coming

Yes, it comes and it goes

I don’t know what this wind is portending

It just goes, it just goes

Making Love in Words and Music…

Folks,,

Some of you may remember this old tune. We used to make music like this, where two friends could pretty well fornicate in public, and somehow keep their clothes on. Us hippies were not so sophisticated as these cats in those days.

Let's give a big hand to the folks on the bandstand and perhaps make more music like this tune in time. These time sure could use it.

S

I'm Gonna Make You Love Me

Country Style…

Folks,

Another bit of drivel, kind of country style. I pulled this out of my virtual desk drawer today, polished it up just a bit, but I wrote the basics back in 2006. There then was this girl, you see, now out of prison and doing well without my company. I did care much for her in those days, and got my skull well busted for that affection. So it goes.

I trust my friends in the glorious, notorious Hooligan Family to shepherd this nonsense into something that the kids can dance to.

S

Rough and Ready Angel © ssol 2011

Rough and Ready Angel

Some kind of lady

I’d rather be about you

than without you any day

Kiss me now forever

Send me to my dreams 

being with you, forever

never leaving your side

Eyes open, livin’ for love

well earned and well learned

Smiles broad on imagination

will never fade away

Rough and Ready Angel

Some kind of lady

I’d rather be about you

than without you any day

It’s been quite a ride

for a many good years

riding on the Dragon’s tail

running through the Garden

dodging raindrops from Heaven

catching snowflakes on the fly

drinking from the Chalice Well

the very Truth that Time will tell

Rough and Ready Angel

Some kind of lady

I’d rather be about you

than without you any day

any day, any day, every day, all the time, for all of Time

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