my la song

v1: Late night here in la
bright lights trying to make it through another day
white lines
empty bottles on display angels must have left on holiday
u turn on the strip
skid row to malibu
drought police, lot-closure
Dodgers won by two

chorus: everyone wants to be a star here, oh-no
they don't last long here, it's who you know
and whom you screw
come out here and be schooled
cuz this is California and everything, everything, everything you heard is true...

*bridge: this is an overbooked brothel
on top of the lion's den
watch the sheep go from pen to pen
this city will spit you out alive
this city will spit you out dead

*updated 10/23/2017. When I came up with the bridge I thought it was too much. More so for the metal version of this song. When I sing the melody it makes sense so for now it stays. P.S. Verse 2 is pretty awesome. Look for it in the book. Órale.

taken you here

Lord, please don't take me before Mardi Gras

V1: wouldn't know good health if it bit me
don't give a damn what the doctor says
no amount of pills will take this sickness away
and you know where you can stick it, big pharma
sand between my toes on the coast wanting something more
spending the rest of my life with purpose
traveled East and followed the river
down to the city where music breathes fire
hasn't lost it's soul
sure they play tunes for travelers
but soul don't leave soul, flavor needs a host and I found something here

C: good eatin', good livin', good sinnin', good bein'
please don't take me before Mardi Gras
I know I have no say but if I had it my way
Lord, please don't take me before Mardi Gras

V2: front row seat at Church three times a week
my roommate the voodoo queen
moonlighting as a lawyer in the daylight hours
she gave me a gris-gris and I don't know what to do with it
she gave me a gumbo recipe that I make every Friday
family members reading off the statistics
they don't think they'll ever see me again
well, they got that right cause I ain't leaving town
I'll die with beignet powder on my chest crawfish eating me alive
dressed in my Sunday best camouflage

Chorus repeat twice

V3: You can take me during Lent, I said with a wink
forgive me of my trespasses and all the mess I left behind
come find me in a shotgun house where sunshine roared once again
I listened and loved in this laissez-faire city
(and I got one hell of a story to tell)
died a few times but always came back
after living here until my last breathe
I never asked for anything again

Disk

All my best work is on here.

I Love You New Orleans, final

C1: I love you New Orleans I love your sexy style 
I love you New Orleans 
I love your comeback ways 
I forgive you New Orleans for the spell on me to stay 

V1: Up in Heaven, the Lord looked at me and said, "Boy you lived". 
I said, "I sure did I'm from the greatest city in the South" The Good Lord said, "Ho, That's my kind of town". (Now, let's play skeeball) 
we got the tourists traps, local joints murder spots 
good time corners, strippers, prostitutes the whole lot 
a piano playing in every windowsill 
 fleur-de-lis in the City Park oak trees 
the rich got their etiquette and fancy balls 
 I got the Saints, Zephyrs, Pelicans winning it all 

 C2: I love you New Orleans I love your sexy style 
I love you New Orleans I love your comeback ways 
I forgive you New Orleans for the spell on me to stay 

 V2: strangled by beads, left for dead in the bayou 
eight parish living off the Holy Trinity 
 rebuild here, old money there (spoken) 
a church for every belief 
closed sign goes up on football night 
preacher tell me I been living right 
upper echelon with their good names and mansions 
eighty degrees turtleneck wearing purity ring flashing 
can't tell the bad girls from the good girls on certain nights God Bless this town 

 C3: I love you New Orleans I love your devious ways 
I love you New Orleans I love your beauty and grace 
God Bless you New Orleans when the levee breaks 

*** I am very proud of this. Je t'aime Nouvelle-Orléans! Currently working on... Lord, don't take me before Mardi Gras. As of yet, I don't know if it is a song or a poem.

400

at the end of January in twenty sixteen
mansion for sale, you may have heard of the magazine
with 400 in my pocket I could buy a place anywhere
an assortment of islands, Dumbo Watchtower, parts of Delaware
location California I've had my eye on this place
like the first order General Hux has Starkiller base 
overpaid for the acreage in Holmby Hills
Tell (Mauricio) Mr. U and The Agency it's time I pay the bills.

if I can't be the editor I'll own this piece of land
outbid the multi-conglomerates, draw a line in the sand
three for the compound, one for the rebuild
dreams manifested smoke and mirrors instilled
big money wouldn't give the mansion the care it needs
make it an executive compound or divvy up the deed
build on top of the pet cemetery, 
bulldoze the aviary
terminate the sanctuary
call the movers for the secretary

they wouldn't care about Hef in his twilight years
wouldn't care about the staff that serviced here
who made it their livelihood 
and did what they could
I would renovate, refurbish bring back this Gothic Tudor to glory
build a Coffee Bean in-house and invite Axel Foley
medical staff on hand for the eternal editor in chief
thank the Veteran, regardless of his beliefs
this is the house of the people who supported the brand
who paid for a subscription, escapism in hand

Friday night movies, bunnies at play
Pedro the foreman unearthed a secret passageway
put in an elevator and a recording studio
monthly glossy in the foyer would be apropos
the only issue I ever bought had Chyna on the cover
isn't it time for The Authority and Co. to forgive her?
as for the animals I always wanted to live on a safari
don't worry you'll still get laid at the Midsummer's party

*****
I would want to free the animals. Literally and figuratively. Plus, I back the Resistance. Dreams and nightmares were made here. But, maybe we can change that. God bless those who lived and worked here.  

'Californication'

Every breaking wave
double the factory of faith
far celestial shore, far from any road
fiesta, oh the fiesta
corn bread, now playing
counting to six - crash into me
crazy, crazy in love
dance with me...dance, dance, dance

Welcome to NY, wet sand
what would you say - whatever you want
where am I? 
where you belong
wildest moments, witchcraft
laira the last stop
learned my lessons, let there be love
let your tears fall
lie to me
light up the sky, lightning bolt
I had a dream, I know you
I put a spell on you
I'm on fire if only if you have to ask
aim Cayucos
by the way, can't stop
pay for what you get be somebody

***
I call it playlist poetry. Some of the song titles can be seen faintly in the photo. There nevertheless, sometimes I add a few words.
I am 10 - 3 in ff and the Pats are 10 - 2. 

sand in the seascape

Cape Blanco

Five years ago, before the drought, I would use the hose in the backyard to rinse off after surfing. Simple done. Rinse off outside and then take a shower. I now shower with an assortment of plastic containers to collect water, whilst using non-chemical bath products. The stuff you find at a vegan grocery store. Labeled Au naturel with a leaf image boxed in a recycled byproduct. I collect the water and use it for numerous things around the yard. Lawn ripped out replaced with artificial grass and succulents. Using a campfire shower, solar power heating the recycled bath water, I stand in a large plastic bin on top of my wetsuit while holding my board. I would recycle that water again, but something about the toxic LA ocean killed off my milkweed plant.

Take that drought shaming photos. Next I'll be making my own candles.

***
Wasteful, want full
A sheep in dick clothing
California drought rattlesnakes
late night ghosts observe
mocking you with enthusiastic glee
guffawing nonsense about the weather
one - one - two - one - red - black - go
Creerse la última Coca-Cola en el desierto 
water for the angels 
unspeakable terms of limits memory the key 
that time forgot and life got in the way
I know what your dreams are made of
I planted the nightmare there
sandwiched between a hard place and another hard place
left stranded by a tidal wave
Laying by the pool a couple shades darker
pseudo-tropical tanning fix that won't last
following the bright Fall moon from Kona eastward
eyes fixated on the horizon line, not paying attention to the drive home
too busy playing battlefont to deal with Country Club shenanigans
clock ticking, bells ringing
Three Dog Night, may the music never die.

Cubs fans shake their heads
ask will it even happen?
Will it happen in my lifetime?
Theo will you do it again?

***

This happened and made my day.

"Funky Monks"

I was so naive.
I really did think they could put two and two together. So much promise in the Spring. I thought a run in July would right the ship.
I believed.
I'll still believe though the outlook is highly unlikely, at least for this season. 31 games left. 58 - 69 (.457) 13.5 games back. They won today against the White Sox.

I love the Red Sox, even through this.

*****
...There are lyrics in here somewhere
out there.

(last updated 8.28.15)
Summer flood Bessie (dearest)
or Bessie (dearest) don't quit on me now

His team first place in the West
lounge in lux ice cream in the club suite
looking below at the boys of Summer
Australia pictured kicking it with sabbatical yours
lust a few feet away

I'll be coy though I'm writing to impress the master
God please put my name in your saga
Martin threw a wench* in the clockworks 
a malfunctioned mouse
on a mission to secure the right to command

Sending good vibes to RHCP
quintessential song plays in the foreground
last song of the encore, silver in the desert
your aura strikes down my ability to think clearly
pre-witching hour, missing pieces intertwined

Don't overthink it models in the matrix
spot the sturgeon moon as the drums bang away
escape with me
The opening riff of something so pure and beautiful
creative forces bubble the cauldron

Getting away with it, Flea's bees**
this fantasy got real, a Cinderella stands
tears roll for the dearly departed
main man maestro sired triplets
H and B were right about everything

Requests made sinking teeth into the release
hear the song for hours
he solos and brings the house down
bite my lip to mouth your intentions
if only you knew, fast forward to the parts where you show up 

When the world is mad, desired centered
begin your monarchy with me
this name on a sticker has a few more good years
dating prequel remembers recalls
plumerias and a nonchalant stance

Struggling with a surfboard rack on a low rider
blue dress back faced towards you, then I hardly wore anything
swaying, writing in a yellow polka dots notebook
with unlined pages 
stolen coffee, guaranteed kisses, shotgun wedding, eyes wide open

when you know, you know
jump the broom (over the moon) into a bubble vortex
home is where you are and the only place where I want to be
  and he told me to just cry, cry, cry
  and he told me to just be, be, be
  and I believed for the first time

What more can I say about the Sydney Opera House?
we had a good time, spin of the roulette wheel
bad boy smiles, time of my life
Stan Lee September
Trager doctor or not, party with Professor Longhair

I don't want Mr. Tusk south of the border
zen force field, abundance candles
less hexs, more prayers
more love, less pain
microscope seared the truth away

Light up the sky with search lights to guide you here to me
the beacon that whispers, "follow it"
never allowing the cliffs to meet you
Honeymoon postcards
holding hands

Though I don't think you marry the musician
I'll still change my last name
Respectable suitors line up for Captain Lee
he gives his nod of approval
fair winds and calm seas

Unbeknownst if this is a good thing or not
plunge and see terribly shocking
don't want to analyze just want to be
do without the Rory pro con list
Stars Hollow forever and always

But he makes me happy
without a care in the world
now there are five of us to cherish and hold
quick take a picture before it vanishes
I'll always chose you

you make it so the possibility less frightening stronger vicinity
couldn't have asked for a better love
for a better life 
talent lasts forever be mine
wild bangs and eighties mischief

City names a blur 
may he be the Godfather?
Oklahoma before offspring's arrival 
while it snows in Paris, area codes in musical stanzas
follow along on this tightrope, only to look up

* yes, wench
** tied up and twisted the way I want to be...oops, wrong band

Begins with an F

Begins with an F
Hanging upside down on a monkey bar
Nature of light as a wave Iceland spar
Shiny shimmering in the bluest sky
Rectify the demons one last try
Hollywood Hills lair
Hedonistic bare
Amplified falsetto notes melt the knight
my castle, my apple now proceed to bite

Queens born Santa Monica transported
Dining room purple haze orchid
Fix my strings on a dime
Wave kick out rough incline
Dating a princess
Mayhem be my mistress
Where was I in o nine?
Far, far west of the Mason Dixon line

Chorus: Yogi cabbie abadabadoo
Thunderous applause be my Aunt Beru
Rock me, rock me 
tie me with a bow
Enchanting rock god puts on a show

No music for the masses spoken truth
Number 18-72 who put you in the booth?
Escalating the opening transcending time and space
back me up, brother now set the pace
A nightingale you are my constant
Bend it in potato chip Johnson

Chorus: Yogi cabbie abadabadoo
Thunderous applause be my Aunt Beru
Rock me, rock me
Tie me with a bow
Enchanting rock god puts on a show

Notes: 
Song title, as in a chord. This makes me laugh and thankfully I wrote it. Zany song and I absolutely love it.

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