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DEAD RECKONING (Going Extinct Project)<br />
(For Dennis Callaci,with infinite gratitude) (Also dedicated to synesthesiac<br />
enthusiasts everywhere)<br />
( The Forest 4 the Trees,a song to accompany Chapter 1 ,Adventures of Wonton & Wasabi Vol<br />
1: Going Extinct) (for Marta Beckett)<br />
There's a whole forest of singing birds<br />
They clear your your head<br />
There is the stream even though your feet feel like lead<br />
You keep chasing the bluebirds of happiness you once knew<br />
like you once dreamed there was a theater where she'd paint her audience<br />
on the walls the balconies<br />
and dance Swan Lake for the Amargosa wild horses out in the desert<br />
in an old ghost town<br />
you keep chasing the wild blue yonder down<br />
Putting on costumes and war paint<br />
studying some words you haven't used from a dictionary<br />
and a book of Chance<br />
you would dance Swan Lake<br />
if you knew this time around<br />
you wouldn't fall down ,as if it really mattered<br />
you wouldn't hide, you wouldn't faint<br />
or question are you good enough<br />
a sinner or a saint<br />
these questions have no answers<br />
they are temporary shelters
you visit like old friends you hardly knew them<br />
and you are homeless and look like a depression era<br />
hobo off the rails<br />
partial to the company round a fire<br />
still missing someone<br />
still chasing still making a life<br />
that isn't really yours to lose<br />
or hold onto In the first place<br />
before time erases you.<br />
1.George Jones Pink Pills (Live, Probably a PRS guitar)<br />
2. GOLDEN MEAN<br />
I wonder if that song line on cassette tapes is stringing me along across the miles of<br />
open desert sky<br />
A lineman high on a pole far in the distance a train bell tolls its lonesome sound<br />
like the wolves<br />
What to take and what to leave behind has been the question<br />
all of these come along lately years<br />
What is Fake and what is real has been the question all of these years out here in the<br />
wilderness<br />
(Gonna have to sing my way out while I still can a banjo in my hand with some<br />
leftover<br />
songs in the car (g)love box I stole from a snowman)<br />
If we are only as strong as the weakest link<br />
I can't keep carrying this like a ten ton sack of boulders<br />
can't you see it hurts my shoulders ?<br />
We're gonna have to start a new kind of chain reaction<br />
cause we are the missing link to repair this chain of fools<br />
misadventure<br />
(Sorry it's the way I think whistle down the wind while I work<br />
I know there's a Golden Mean but this ain't the one I've been looking for)<br />
Parking lots littered with lost angel artists shoveling their paintings out of trunks of<br />
black limousines.<br />
THE feather you gave me in the parking lot of our favorite cafe sinking like Venice<br />
Beach<br />
is laying on a blank white notecard next to me
with the letter I wrote in invisible ink but never sent you<br />
until lately<br />
Carried by the last wild passenger pigeons ,they thought they killed em all ,but they<br />
are like the Russian thistle tumbleweed underground.<br />
Escape while I still can on a wing and a prayer while I still can sing real loud in the<br />
car I stole from my dad<br />
Mr. Sandman….keeper of dreams<br />
(Sorry it's the way I think,whistle down the wind while I work…I know there's a Golden<br />
Mean,but this ain't the one I been looking for…<br />
(Golden Mean SOng Written Live 8/23/17 on You Tube. ( all works a result of<br />
struggles with Memorexia,for which there's no cure)<br />
Musical typing,real hummingbirds, usb rockstar mic, macbook circa 2007 still working<br />
after being thrown out of a pick up truck by a child,confident there'd be a newer<br />
shinier one provided by American expires , Out of desperate need for rain and<br />
birdsong. https://youtu.be/bDr-H_U5-OY)<br />
3. MERCURY
Fabric softener sheets cheat the air<br />
Mountain tops are bare in late December<br />
a little ice age everywhere<br />
here the days are everclear<br />
crisscrossed skies like the second coming<br />
any second now we're all behind the time<br />
I'm stuck here broke down in anytown<br />
the trial lawyers bail bondsman diagnosed my cure<br />
you can plead the 5th addict's despair<br />
the prison of anyman's own making<br />
Styrofoam cups stuck on cactus spines<br />
dogs defending crimes hidden behind chain link fences<br />
kids on skateboards hollow stares<br />
outside the library in a mall of broken dreams the stores are bare<br />
the mountains burning there's no snow this year<br />
a day of rain don't take seven days it's seven years of drought in the making<br />
(heads all buried in the sand<br />
I am just an anchor in the storm<br />
bashed around<br />
but still in a holding pattern<br />
Mercury plays tricks on me<br />
tonight we'll see Saturn's rings
and a super moon on the horizon<br />
A waterfall of shooting stars<br />
I wished on them every one<br />
that the long dark nights would soon be gone for everyone<br />
and that everyone could find their way to freedom )<br />
The kingdom you are stubbornly defending<br />
where you are your own worst enemy<br />
it takes so much energy to set your course to hoist the sails<br />
to be once again ascending<br />
to be only another force of nature<br />
a tree bending<br />
a seed unfurling<br />
It takes a human heart so long in the mending<br />
to become a burning meteor circling around the sun.<br />
( This is A ROUND ,chorus meant to be sung by many voices. A PUN A Round the<br />
sun.1/13/18 For Ranger Barnes on his solar return, Poet of the Pasturelands<br />
(Recorded mono on media circa 1967 ,plus 1971 guitar, 1955 red tambourine, 2009<br />
Rock Star Mic USB , Sergei's snare at the end, assorte
d percussion…bell tree ,Vox: Alizarus , Yucca Mesa,Joshua Tree,California . Had fun<br />
blending the chorused guitar with voice in there,an exchange with computers this has<br />
become,so why not include them? Sometimes the voice pings off the guitar like a<br />
planet gone awry,colliding with asteroids.)
4. VENUS<br />
VENUS was high and bright in the heavens<br />
Thought she was a satellite<br />
In the early morning hours on the window pane<br />
I stenciled your name in white<br />
(sprayed from a can of fake snow<br />
to the sound of rain I'm playing on the headphones.)
Come to me like we are on a road trip<br />
Songs are like polished stones<br />
You can skip across oceans holdin your locket cameo<br />
( FIND THE LOST HORSES! SEE YOUR OWN BREATH! PROVE YOU'RE<br />
ALIVE! (said to someone who is Someone speaking<br />
in runes)<br />
Old wine fermenters I am only painting<br />
northern light landscapers now<br />
Magnets in the crows' beaks a steady migration<br />
magnetic tide tables and clouds<br />
(the old folks at home on the porch rocking chairs<br />
now you're one of those saved from certain death)<br />
They who are few would have us all believing,have us all believing<br />
in.<br />
That's why the story I'm telling is BLARNEY<br />
and the story I'm telling's too long<br />
Been busy making deals with devils in glass houses<br />
who live at the crossroads of time.<br />
(the phantom limb you gave me is imaginary it still aches<br />
but it won't leave a scar)<br />
It wasn't just any old car jacking<br />
and it's no ordinary fable of love.<br />
(with a QUESTioning skidmark<br />
when you're on the streets,shameless<br />
homesick,bereft<br />
and it's Christmastime too. )<br />
Making deals with the devils who live out in tinseltown<br />
at the Roadhouse of the Desert Moon.<br />
COME TO ME like an outlaw so I can feel ya in my bones<br />
COME TO ME we'll build a luminaria<br />
save every fire fly we know.<br />
Old Wine Fermenters I am only looking for northern light mainliners<br />
now<br />
Old WIne Fermenters , they are only booking
Southern Cross headliners now (laughter)<br />
Old time fermenters ,I am only looking for northern light longliners<br />
now<br />
Magnets in the crows' beaks MULTIPLICATION<br />
Magnetic time tables and clouds<br />
Magic in the heart beats ,a heavy rotation<br />
Magnetic turntables and crones.<br />
(recorded using built-in mic on aforementioned macbook in a futile<br />
attempt to keep noise threshold down. Loved doing it though for<br />
compatriots at the 2018 WInter Solstice and making a clumsy but<br />
possibly lovable video for it to live in and preserve its message in a<br />
canning jar or a wine bottle corked with a balloon.https://<br />
youtu.be/6ihC7wQU5hk A weather balloon with reference to * Just<br />
Like)Tom Thumb's Blues as annotation.These are the days of the<br />
great Posada,no room at any inn.On the same day,news of a 7<br />
year-old refugee child from Guatemala dying in American custody<br />
at the border. Oh,and snowflake Obsidian,a recurring touchstone. I<br />
like all the references to stones,which only realized after recording<br />
it and that's why I chose the snow fx filter for the video ,because it<br />
looked like snowflake obsidian. Otherwise known as synesthesia or<br />
Marcel Proust's brain condition.)<br />
5. DEAD RECKONING<br />
2AM I AM remembering when in a summer dress in a summer desert solar wind<br />
with a false sense of dead reckoning false omens of monsoons that never come<br />
I never saw you cry and I never stopped crying<br />
Maybe you bottled all your tears up in a jar<br />
saving them up for a special occasion that just hasn't happened yet<br />
when you collect so many things like that like little medals<br />
can't understand in a million years how you can know nothing at all<br />
come back to the beginning find out nothing weighs a ton<br />
I'm off the map. Off the clock<br />
Can't talk to anyone about measurements anymore<br />
It's not that kind of map like the one on your wall<br />
where there's a way back to the Great Woods,wind in the willows sherwood,King
Arthur and Robin Hood<br />
Grandma's House,my house,your house and the little engine that said it could and<br />
the wicked witch of the West<br />
Some things you just can't ignore<br />
it's all just a question of scale<br />
My oars slice silvery water cut in two split the shimmering moon right into twi light<br />
Red tailed hawks soar so high up above<br />
Out paddling way past the civil hour for conversation bar hour 2AM<br />
the magic hour for making movies of a dry drunk who's way over his limit<br />
Sorcerers and Vampires as real as day come out to play here in Californi AY But<br />
there's no real silver bullets<br />
Is it better to have one best day or a string of ho hum drums you don't even play no<br />
more<br />
ANYWAY as you say AS IF WHATEVER just happened though I notice YOU<br />
DON'T SAY<br />
WHATEVER much anymore as a way out as if WHATEVER never happened<br />
ANYWAY.<br />
Old enough to be almost anyone's mother and nobody's baby<br />
Yeah I moved away to a planet where we're listening for sounds and signs of rain<br />
Talking to birds who tell me<br />
don't make the same mistake twice again Measure Once Cut twice have jumper<br />
cables handy<br />
free on the road again after miles of a bad back road what about a balance beam<br />
to calculate the many errors in judgement I made of anyone or anything even proving<br />
to myself by tightrope walking<br />
Old enough to know I ain't in charge of anybody's feelings<br />
and it ain't nobody's business if I do<br />
(Just don't ask me what's in it for you)<br />
Not much call for lone wolves or shape shifting wind walking clouds these days<br />
Who's to say? Could make a picnic, drink a toast under the Mulberry trees out of the<br />
heavy weather storm I've been chasing. My love is not a fragile thing.To think,silly me<br />
I chose this suit of clothes<br />
from an old suitcase long ago the years incarnate only to learn this one thing<br />
how to draw a map of the world that would bring me back to you. Out of the<br />
underworld with the pomegranate and golden thread A new Spring. We'd still be<br />
ahead of the game enough to make our own rules wouldn't that be something ,baby?<br />
(and I 'd still be loving you.This song line is 11 couplets long times 2 once removed<br />
equals me skating a figure 8 on a Northern lake with the loons.)<br />
(A talking blues ,a talkie ! It is an orchestral blues I hear and there are<br />
moments ,movements within,transitions with the droid alter ego helium child voice.<br />
Yucca Valley,California)<br />
CODA A Poem about DEAD RECKONING:
@2AM Version 1 or The Moon is only resting ,void of course….<br />
If you think of me<br />
think of the story you would wish at the end of the book you are<br />
hazily reading ,maybe evenly writing<br />
in a journal you are<br />
secretly hiding<br />
the end of the novelty you wish for me in the end<br />
i will think of an end for you<br />
that's what it is with you and me<br />
frozen thin slices of California sushi<br />
each piece a little thinner than the last<br />
i'll think of summer in a magic garden<br />
abandoned too soon after a rain storm<br />
a phrase en français we can't read anymore<br />
sealed inside a cryptographer's bubble blown<br />
across a beach where we had high hopes once<br />
of these poems being more than<br />
just a subtle influence<br />
or a nuance just a voicing never something<br />
you could declare a new chord or a planet we knew existed<br />
all along so where's the news in that?<br />
I must have dreamed you as a nuance a voicing a voiding course an avalanche<br />
colored my days<br />
with a sunny disposition pentatonic scale like chopsticks<br />
that everyone can play<br />
if they have the heart and soul for it.<br />
some rainy day on a street piano, 3 D illusions in chalked graffiti here today gone<br />
tomorrow<br />
turned into a legal dissertation.<br />
You leave your life<br />
as unfinished sentences hanging phrases ,unanswered flower in buttonhole chance<br />
meetings<br />
familiar tunes with no names<br />
but no table pedigrees and moonlit perigrees no rhapsodies<br />
panamas not pork pies<br />
emulating actors playing Sherlock Holmes british accents<br />
fedoras not sombreros<br />
on a Don Quixote mule now<br />
suddenly tired at the prospect of another windowsill<br />
or surveyor or appraiser<br />
that's a different story<br />
some place else the Chef raises his knife<br />
sharp with obsidian glittering<br />
a Japanese bar of polished granite karaoke
song he whistles through his teeth like sayonara<br />
sung by an all knowing chanteuse who is not well known<br />
unknowable<br />
but only guessing at the answers ,if the truth be told.<br />
Version 2 3 AM<br />
Or think of it as an epic<br />
never ending<br />
the lost poems<br />
found in an old trunk<br />
the ones i never knew you'd written<br />
it was as if you were already familiar with them<br />
like i found Women In Love<br />
in a drawer when I was 10 had to call an ambulance<br />
your heart constricted lying in a bathtub<br />
maybe you were already dead<br />
but they brought you back for an encore<br />
for a while nothing was as it was before<br />
or has been ever since<br />
you making donuts and singing with the radio<br />
in an english country garden a theme song<br />
but whose what where and when<br />
as the cat knocked all the apple blossoms from the trees<br />
you had such high hopes for<br />
that year until moving above a pool hall<br />
abandoned as you described so well<br />
what I was feeling on the beach alone<br />
with my transistor motown and a crush<br />
on a boy who shot peas from a pea shooter<br />
and never gave me the time of day<br />
do we choose the ones<br />
who not so much are playing hard to get<br />
if only you had told me<br />
it was a planetary influence<br />
passing already passed<br />
though the rational choices i made<br />
the few i made when i made them<br />
as if riding my bike up the hill<br />
to your house i took a different way<br />
just for a change got lost<br />
and never found you again<br />
after that day when you stopped believing in my stories<br />
said they were only JUST stories anyway.<br />
As IF we had something<br />
more important to be doing later
and poems could never be a balanced meal for strong and sturdy bones<br />
slow motion tai chi longevity<br />
in the park when you stopped believing in me<br />
or whoever you thought i was or was supposed to be.<br />
Version 3 4AM<br />
MISSING:<br />
- a knit hat with dog ears from the free box<br />
-a book of Neruda and the owl and the pussycat<br />
-the pea green boat<br />
-the wood stove fire for telling stories by<br />
- circling the wagons<br />
-snow falling on a dreamless sleep<br />
-a constellation<br />
-hexagram 65<br />
-two degrees on the compass<br />
-the cardinal points<br />
-indigo buntings<br />
- a storage locker filled with paintings and a river<br />
-5000 books<br />
-a last will and testament<br />
-a shade of blue replaced<br />
the honorable man<br />
-a rock hammer<br />
-a jingle dress<br />
a red selectric typewriter<br />
-the compleat Childe ballades<br />
-a large format rolleiflex<br />
-dual record turntable<br />
-dogs and cats and a magic chicken<br />
-a home<br />
PART 2 (Flip SIde)<br />
6. The Amp & I<br />
7. TWIN<br />
Drivin around this lonesome desert town<br />
Not a lucky penny in my pocket now<br />
Like a fish out of water since you been gone<br />
Lost my color vision chasing a mirage
looked like an ocean I could swim through to get to<br />
your EyeLand fall<br />
Don't tell me it all comes down to money<br />
all the things we do and did not do<br />
There's a guard at this border crossing<br />
telling me there's no way I can get through<br />
with a mouth full of see ya later and I didn't mean the words I said<br />
All the love I've been saving up<br />
All the things I never did say to you<br />
You don't think I know how you feel<br />
but I do<br />
You think I don't know how you're feeling,<br />
but I do, I sure do<br />
Supposing you hate yourself<br />
and love is a stranger comes knocking at your door<br />
late one night<br />
You think she's asking for favors you can't give<br />
Because you think you might lose<br />
What is it you think you're gonna lose,my friend?<br />
Same story on all our faces<br />
Our fall from graces we all once knew<br />
You think I don't know you,but I do<br />
You think I don't know you and who you are<br />
but I do<br />
You are my twin (under the skin)<br />
(Recorded live at a roadhouse with one central mic hung from the cathedral ceiling .<br />
Tucson Bill,bass Kid A ,percussion,Liz electric guitar/vox . It is an improvisation words<br />
and all . Something didn't exist and then it did. There was a small "audience" for this<br />
one so they are a part of it,bless everyone's hearts.)<br />
8. RULES<br />
(Music for Stringbands and Androids.)<br />
If playing by the rules<br />
had an ethical compass<br />
I could buy off the internet<br />
help me see in the dark<br />
turn the headlights on and off and off and on<br />
to get to the truth<br />
of what I will and will not do<br />
I'd do it in a heartbeat.<br />
(If Playing by the Rules<br />
which you will or will not do
what you will or will not do<br />
in getting to the truth<br />
what you will or will not do<br />
in a heartbeat matters. )<br />
If not playing by the rules<br />
made up by someone we never knew<br />
made brainstorming all afternoon<br />
in their room in the basement<br />
is the way we get things done these days<br />
in getting to the truth<br />
what we will or will not do<br />
in a heartbeat matters<br />
(Chorus…)<br />
(Recorded on a phone live December 2018,Joshua Tree the day the song was born.<br />
Banjo,vocoder looping and occasional crack of wood pitch from the wood stove fire<br />
and a truly fantastic group of human beings.I so miss playing with you all. It's kinda<br />
lonesome out here in America.)<br />
9. SKYWRITING<br />
Rolodex in the sky<br />
a card fell out<br />
and it fluttered to the earth<br />
He picked it up on a street in Miami near the beach<br />
and it made him think<br />
about John Lee Hooker<br />
Somewhere cross the country<br />
a woman heard the card falling<br />
and it made a high lonesome whistling sound<br />
as it fell<br />
like the long gone locomotive<br />
steaming through the tunnels<br />
or the tea kettle building up pressure<br />
on the hearth at home<br />
They say heat is energy mass and power<br />
electricity conjures up this planet<br />
spinning backwards faster than before<br />
The promise of a home at the end of the rainbow<br />
where the tea kettle whistles<br />
and it feels like a French cafe caught inside a bell jar<br />
where you can while away the hours<br />
and nobody cares where you are
eading Plath and Eliot<br />
holding poems' unadorned truth<br />
like a desert in your hands<br />
Peeling an orange,eating a peach<br />
roll up your sleeves to give your blood<br />
will there be time enough left for everything?<br />
These are the notes I left for my accompanist<br />
I buried them out in the desert today<br />
These are the notes I left for my accompanist<br />
Skywriting<br />
I'm flying solo now<br />
in my little airplane.<br />
(Recorded on a Motorola Droid Live,Wonder Valley,Mojave Desert,California. Part of<br />
ALizarus in Wonderland Project )
10. WITNESS<br />
The Red Selectric in the kitchen<br />
I always will remember how I left it there.<br />
The Pax Britannica in a flooded water tower<br />
in the god forsaken desert<br />
I was just trying to rescue you<br />
Got stuck in the mud<br />
now watching fast food people<br />
who can't see me behind the glass<br />
so where does that leave me<br />
alone where I always seem to land<br />
The prairie dog the white tailed squirrel pink salmon rivers running pure and free<br />
I've been trying to rescue them to save me<br />
Their life will go on without me just fine<br />
Today it's like an all you can eat buffet<br />
It's gotta end some time<br />
It's now full circle cause I say to myself that it is<br />
So now I'm just trying to rescue me<br />
It started when they wheeled me down that tunnel tranquilized<br />
& I realized it was the same tunnel as a child<br />
was told later I'd been color blind<br />
that proved to me we make the world we see become<br />
Cause I saw all the colors ,the colors I think I see<br />
becoming stars and galaxies<br />
Just trying to rescue dreams<br />
I write letters to dead and dying people<br />
I admire they speak to me<br />
in an immortal language of wilderness and love<br />
I run a distillery for divine fools
only a few come by to visit me they never stay on the open road<br />
where love takes you. But I always keep the light on<br />
a candle burning always hoping you'll come visit me<br />
Hoping you'll send a love letter back to me<br />
(before it's late)<br />
I'm just trying to rescue me<br />
I'm just trying to rescue you<br />
I'm just trying to rescue them to save me<br />
I'm just trying to rescue dreams (the hour is late)<br />
(background ….love,love ,love will save us)<br />
(Super lo fi on Macbook with usb mic .These recordings don't sound too good on<br />
earbuds(too compressed). Monitoring with cheap Sony headphones,so that would be<br />
at least normative listening experience.Only choice for mixing is relative volume,eq<br />
and panning. What does this sound like on good reference monitors? Is there really<br />
such a thing as normalization of sound? Oh well! Also,these recordings have gone<br />
through a format spin dry to reach your unsuspecting ears,and are all over the map<br />
so to speak. Mp3,Aiff ,some the raw tracks lost forever,hard drives that got rained on<br />
etc. Such is life.Do your best with what is given!)<br />
11. BUDDHA AT THE CROSSROADS<br />
He's been carving a buddha<br />
with a chainsaw<br />
for a few years now<br />
The old wood is cracking<br />
he gets up from his sickbed<br />
to see if he can stop<br />
the cracking under pressure<br />
the old wood<br />
to see if he could calm down his angry mind<br />
that wants to create and then destroy<br />
like a god.<br />
Is he carving the buddha<br />
to replace the blown up buddhas<br />
at the crossroads?<br />
So many pilgrims passed them<br />
A thousand years in a single detonation gone<br />
Are we planting our gardens<br />
to replace the beauty of the walled Persian paradise?<br />
Am I singing this song to remind me<br />
that I took the path with heart<br />
and then I lost the way?<br />
The ancient story with its riddles and its<br />
magic locks and keys
Do you already know who's calling when the telephone rings?<br />
And have you felt the spirit ascending<br />
when someone you love becomes a ghost?<br />
(Recorded late one cold night in Pinyon Pines,California using a borrowed guitar and<br />
harmonica . Even with a roaring fire,it was freezing. There is a video of a live version<br />
of this in Idyllwild ,California with the buddha.I declared the site an Artists' Park that<br />
day despite its For Sale sign.https://youtu.be/aqscqPgjhBY)
12. ALEXANDRIA<br />
My banjo's in the pawnshop<br />
the phone is finally cut off<br />
the children who were never ours<br />
are finally grown up<br />
The fuzzy lines in blue<br />
we drew around maps of the world<br />
North faces ,polar bears and penguins<br />
great expectations of our youth<br />
If it's not to be today<br />
then it'll be tomorrow<br />
We have every frame of reference ever known<br />
Unlocked the secrets of Alexandria not so long ago<br />
The lighthouse and the library<br />
Millions of books we haven't read<br />
We're post the big extinction<br />
It hurts to be human evolution<br />
The unknown heroine sings a ballad and<br />
is hard to see<br />
in a life sequestered from his story<br />
The armies just beyond the lawn<br />
the apples falling.
Detail of Remedios Varo painting "Harmony"<br />
BONUS: Live video performance of Under Milkweed and the Magpie Songs The<br />
volume on the phone broadcasting is loud so recommend turning it down,if we can't<br />
fix it in the meantime. (Tip: The auto generated Closed Captioning translation is a<br />
hoot) https://youtu.be/LRORL21YaOI<br />
Set List: (Begins at 18:00. Beforehand ,as audience drifting in, recommend playing at<br />
2 X speed for a laugh. ) 1. Knockin 2.Debit/Credit 3. Abandoned (a poem) 4.Runaway<br />
Train 5. Riverboat Man (For Charles Kading & Huck Finn) 6.<strong>Dead</strong> Ringers 7.Rodeo<br />
Romeo (wage slave) 8.Certain Light segues into In a Certain Light 9.3-D Printed
Plastic Shaman 10. Under Milkweed & The Magpie Song 11. The Mandela Effect<br />
(Poem)