oldies (9/21/2015)

“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.



“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


“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


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