reverse e n t r o p y

“no mojo” (2003-ish)  and “quiet song” (2000)

Both of these are pre-computer, recorded on a digital 8-track or whatever I had at the time.  Lyrics below.

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“no mojo”

transported but thwarted and aborted

can’t quite sort it out

ain’t got no mojo no no

you got your eco-hos and I guess I got my “so and so”s

for what it’s worth

but it ain’t no mojo

sometimes it seems like a million years

since that last woman ran out the door

the dinosaurs and neanderthals have all

come and gone

and it’ll be a million more before the next sugar-frosted whore

baby baby I ain’t got the plague

don’t make me wait until  a rainy day

the forecast say “no mojo”

’round here the skies are always gray

or doin’ something troubling

double or nothin’ but no mojo

sometimes it seems like a million years

since that last woman ran out the door

the dinosaurs and neanderthals have all

come and gone

and it’ll be a million more before the next sugar-frosted whore

it don’t matter if I stick my face out there

it don’t shine anywhere

there’s something that just doesn’t click

there’s something that just doesn’t fit

what’s the point of cursing the gods?

to them it’s all a laugh

hardy-friggin-har har

these mortal bellyacher blues

I’ve looked at the bright side so many times

my eyes are shot yeah

I’ve looked at the bright side so many times

the sky’s gone black

what’s the point of cursing the gods?

to them it’s all a laugh yeah

hardy-friggin-har har

these mortal bellyacher blues

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“quiet song”

neysa’s head is on my knee

she is drifting into sleep

dreaming of when she was a little girl

before the pain came to stay

before it all went wrong

before the sun disappeared

and the world was still a quiet song

I have a nice view from above

and so much music to share with her

and a heart full of love

and a heart full of strength

our souls joined as one

our souls dancing slowly

to the quiet song

she doesn’t want me to wake her up

but she doesn’t want me to stop

she doesn’t want to let down her guard

but she doesn’t want to get up

she tries to tell herself that there’s a world beyond the quiet song

but she’s wrong

time to get up and go see Chinese Buddhists

time to get up and look for apartments

time to get up and go see the doctor

time to get up and keep her commitments

but love when you find the time to pause

you’ll hear the quiet song

and dreams that last the whole day long

neysa’s head is on my knee

she is drifting into sleep

dreaming of when she was a little girl