a hard-fought rodeo

Did you know
which way it would go
was everything all a virtual reality TV show
wrapped from the top of your big head to the bottom of your small toe
but what did i really know
maybe i'd rather be watching a hard-fought rodeo
when you called me on the telephone
did you think you were tossing me another friendly bone
well,  i didn't want to chase it all alone
so don't come on by just to say "Hi"
anymore
it simply won't be like it was once before
anymore
i'm not looking and i'm not answering the door
i'm a man at peace not interested in fighting another war
and you're the girl with needles in her hair
the holes in a heart that no one can repair
so don't come on by just to say "Hi"
anymore
it simply won't be like it was once before
anymore
got my guitar and i'm playing inside my car
i used to wonder but now i really don't care anymore where you are
and you're the girl with needles in her hair
the holes in a heart that no one can repair
did you know
which way it would go
was everything a virtual reality TV show
wrapped from the top of your big head to the bottom of your small toe
but what did i really know
maybe i'd rather be watching a hard-fought rodeo
when you called me on the telephone
did you think you were tossing me another friendly bone
well, i didn't want to chase it all alone
so don't come on by just to say "Hi"
anymore
it simply won't be like it was once before
anymore.

but what did i really know

something came over me
i started walking out to the sea
but a mighty mountain rose in the distance
it started to sing and did a native Indian dance
i wanted to hike to it but took a quick nap
put on my New York Yankees baseball cap
and began to play the game
it was eventually cancelled because of an afternoon rain
so i went to the parking lot
pulled out an American Army cot
and put it near the local water fountain
i kept looking at the mighty mountain
it seemed so sure of itself
i pulled a classical book from the library shelf
and read about the Golden Rule
and an old man on the open prairie known as Sitting Bull
but what did i really know
i wasn't dressed for it when it began to snow
and then suddenly thunder
so i began to wonder:
when i'm sitting in the shadow of a cloud
should i always feel proud
of the way the history classes go?
but what did i really know
about the way yesterday was presented to me?
i started walking out to the sea
with a piece of confusion inside my head
i wanted to hike but went straight to my bed
a passing critic said i was all white but i felt red
and eventually i fell dead
like all the song birds and honey bees
and fresh fruit and sweet gum trees
so i pulled out a paper to read the daily news
whichever article i choose
i took my time because that was what i had
i didn't have to be happy or sad
i saw a large crowd
i asked everyone if it was okay to be proud
of the way the history classes go?
but what did i really know
about the way yesterday was presented to me?
something came over me
i started walking out to the sea.

Shakespeare, the famous bard

all the way
to the far shore
two bearded men playing in the fine sand
i gave them both a hand
they both gave me the finger
but i couldn't linger
it was already past noon
and the sun shining gave me a heated bite
i'd have to come swimming later at night
out to sea
so i laid my blanket underneath an oasis tree
inside a picnic basket the yellow pears
each promised to take away all my cares
and the party lasted until dawn
when all the sweet fruit was gone
and the men gave me the slip
as i gave them both the lip
when they questioned me about George Orwell
i knew they were believers in Heaven and Hell
they shouted from an amplified stone stage
the lions and tigers were pacing inside their steel-walled cage
all the way
to the far shore
the food was consumed before the high tide
before all the white rabbits died
and the Queen played her last card:
a Shakespeare, the famous bard,
pictured sitting on a platform holding a notebook
with two bearded men giving him a curious look
he gave them both a hand
they both gave him the finger
but he couldn't linger.

riding around in my summer car

i'm holding my guitar
riding around in my summer car
wondering once in awhile
where in hell you are
and the stop signs don't mean a thing
i'll be passing go when i sing
wiping dust and road dirt
off my suit and pretty shirt
shifting gears up the hill
stepping on the gas for another cheap thrill
wondering once in a while
where's my happy pill
and the stop signs don't mean a thing
i'll be passing go when i sing
wiping dust and road dirt
off my suit and pretty shirt
i'm walking into town
turning my smile into a frown
wondering once in awhile
where's the underground?
i'm belly to the bar
riding around in my summer car
wondering once in awhile
where in hell you are
and the stop signs don't mean a thing
i'll be passing go when i sing
wiping dust and road dirt
off my suit and pretty shirt
i'm crazy for a bed
looking for a place where i'll get fed
wondering once in awhile
what more can be said
i'm holding my guitar
riding around in my summer car
wondering once in awhile
where in hell you are
and the stop signs don't mean a thing
i'll be passing go when i sing
wiping dust and road dirt
off my suit and pretty shirt.