Studio Eight(8) Jam

[judih]

cityscape flexes muscles
steel girders
steroid growth

[WIREMAN]

Stretching out
The turn around
Can somebody
please tell me
where's the lost
and found?

[the mingo]

lost glories
& vanished crowns
will there be enough
to go around?
what's gone is gone
time to look down
& see our feet
still on the ground

[judih]

feet afloat
nothin works
in comes the chain gang

[the mingo]

chain gangs little lambs
papa was a rollin' oligarch
mountains & grasslands
forests up & down the land
live free or baked potatoes
parchment notes
witches & alligators
america
personally i enjoy the
properties of glue

[mnaz]

i'll go get lost
and found
separation and return
so you can hear music again
when you get back..

[judih]

for the next breathing soul
surprise environment
beneficent player

[WIREMAN]

Silence
of the night
Kind of a groove
Sound
Buzzzzzzz feel
Beneath the turnaround
All on word
Call it JAM!!!

[stilltrucking]

las vegas at night
sizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzles the brain
like walking through the heart of a black hole
all that light
the desert blooms in SoCal
I think I'll grow rice in the Negev
it is a big old goofy world
on a string
for those that jamm

[judih]

bamboo shoots
lemon grass enticement
come on home

[WIREMAN]

His bamboo
Shoots thru
the roof
A candle burns
it's escape
Non attachment
sends it all
up in flames
Just one of those
things

[stilltrucking]

she called him bamboo knees
they lived as husband and wife
in a little grass hut
in the Philippines
after the war he came home to die of a broken heart in Baltimore
just one of those things

I been a bad actor most of my life
no making amends for that
but I still try
Jack said that was what drove him too
redemption

All I can do is jammercise

Now I'm just burning the fat on studio eight
one word at a time
burning the karma too
marvelous studio eight diet
it is all I got going but it is enough
just enough to
jam my way home
with a few friends

[WIREMAN]

Bamboo forest
Sparse beneath
A walkway winding
thru the moment
My mind begins
to wander

[stilltrucking]

my mind wanders back and forth across the years

Bamboo Forest
a picture and a few words
that ease my mind
that's what I needed

[stilltrucking]

always hungry on a fast
I write my blues away
playing with my band
of friends


Trying to imagine
drinking with Bukowski
in some seedy waterfront bar down in San Pedro
I think my back would be to the wall
trying to imagine going shopping with allen
and what my life would have been like if I was born queer