Not a snowflake’s chance in mid-August
of Goldwater ever changing his stripes
Nope. Ever since he could palm a frankfurter weenie
he's been somewhere to the right of Mussolini
A proud match for William Buckley, that Barry
horn-rimmed glasses, living free on the Arizona prairie
Uh, what? He’s gone? OK. Who can I substitute? Reagan? Gone too?
How ‘bout Trump? I don’t think so. Too fickle, you see
The Hip Jazz Cat/Tony Adamo
Step up, Man, get up, let me hip you to this/ a jazz cat who weaves words and sings/ People, It’s Giacomo Gates/
He’s the master of vocalese a hipster’s delight/ A storyteller with echoes of Buckley and Mark Murphey’s wise vocal flair/
his voice dances on stages as if floating on air/ Eddie Jefferson’s charm and Jon Hendricks’ grace/ when he opens up to sing/this jazz cat is full of swing/
captivating the crowd he swings a groove spell/ entertaining the masses in jazz clubs that know him well/
He’s amusing and musical/ a hipster so rare/Bebop is in his veins, Man, Giacomo Gates is out of the world and the next one too/ “Where did this cat come from?” Savant Records only knows/
with Bird’s solos beneath him and Giacomo’s melodic variation on words/ turning notes into scatting stories/ Gates be cookin’ the most/ so get hip to it and raise your hands high/ the Gospel of jazz will never die/ dig his jazz scene and let his lyrical journey make you high/ In a world full of noise/ Giacomo Gates is the voice you need, the hipster jazz cat who is somethin’ else, you’ll see, you’ll believe!
What's found at the crack of an egg
wonderin if I have somethin', anything
left to say..
bright yolk or young generations hope..
open your mind, try if you can
whether breakfast or prayer for man.
Y'know I go to visit the lonely in their lonesome lands..
sit a spell, hold their hands.
Visit with Bukowski, well of course I would.
A lit cigarette held in shears..
expertly placed beween the spring and the pivot point,
tryin' to learn the meaning of the word poet.
We're all stuck like swirling smoke
between the spring and the dull edge,
hoping for shear ecstasy in cut rapture
like passing of the last carnation (flower for Mariupol).
Searching for myself in spoken word
just may've found it..
In verse of Cohen's Hallelujah, brought to
life in an age of Buckley, an age of genius
and beauty.., tho'
perhaps a little short-lived..
proof there's so much more we can give.
"Sharp Nibbed, Diminished"
Ignominy, cries softly ...
When the ground swallowed him
When life imploded inside
When the little girl cried
At that moment life died
When his heart broke
When all words dried
When his tears cried
the second time spent
absent love wept
willows drowning dreams
turning pages slowly
a life boat floating aimlessly
sharp-nibbed oars
beak-like bleeding
dipping feathers
into a black sea
heart shark-bit
calligraphy
diminished
forgiveness
writ.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
https://youtu.be/tKVvMiPDG20
Speed of Sound (Slowed & Reverb) / Coldplay
https://youtu.be/WIF4_Sm-rgQ
"Hallelujah" / Buckley
“All that noise, and all that sound
All those places I got found
And birds go flying at the speed of sound
To show you how it all began
Birds came flying from the underground
If you could see it then you'd understand..."
LYRICS/ "Speed of Sound", Coldplay
https://genius.com/Coldplay-speed-of-sound-lyrics
The Beer trip
I went to a party the other night
I had a great time and was feeling no pain.
When joe walked up to me and said it was my turn to get the beer.
I took his keys and went to the truck.
I headed towards town what fun I was having.
Got to buffalo and found a store.
Only a six packs were left.
So back in the truck i went down the road
And I found myself at a shopping center. In Erie.
There was just a case of beer so off I went once more.
When the beer ran out, I looked for a store.
In buckley west va.In a gasstation.Once again two cases of beer i did find.
So off I head south once more.
When I ran out of I found my self in buffalo.(sc) . I call old joe and told him i would be back
That I'm in buffalo. Old said to me that the beer was in the barn at the end of the road.
What a beer trip it was.
You were my gangster
And i was your little princess
We always listened to oldies on the radio
Those lonely nights, nothing to choose
You know, I love the silence
But silence without you is not a silence
Karma came around
Like I knew it would
Look, she's laughing
And you laugh like you have never been lonely
Pretty girls are spinning around you
But loneliness is our queen
Let's go to the miss America
'Cause Jeff Buckley is my second daddy
You said "We are not alone"
But you are a liar
I loved you thousand times and i still love you, honey
I thought you are too good for me, but I was wrong
You are a bad boy, aren't you?
And I love the way you talk with me
Look, she's laughing
And you laugh like you have never been lonely
Pretty girls are spinning around you
But loneliness is our queen
Look, she's laughing
And you laugh like you have never been lonely
Pretty girls are spinning around you
But loneliness is our queen
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