ROUND HOUSE MIRAGE

When the diamonds run out
The mirage fades away
Cause and effect speeds up
There's nothing left to say
Building roads and taking tolls
The end of the line
It's the end of the line
The end of the line... this time

Chorus
Some people - Build roads
Some people - Take tolls
But the map is different day by day
Some people - Building roads
Some people - Taking tolls
But the map is different everyday

IF ONLY

If only death was real
I could lay down and never feel
Life and death are poems
Two sides of the same coin
One alone in the darkness
Thoughtless as a home
So many days pass by in calvalcade
Flowing memory in waterfall cascade
I almost found myself
A nothing inside of nothing
All peace forever trusting

What's coming from you
Is what's coming to you
House of mirrors push and shove
River of tears hate and love
What's coming from you
Is what's coming to you
Moral calculus
Tribal politics
Selective prosecution
Big bang contracts
Arguing alternatives
Everything recalibrates
Points of abstraction
Two pipes collapse
Sewage in the wreckage
Credit lines retract

SOUTHBOUND RAIN

There's all ways one person
Who figures it all out
Builds that final station
From where they all headed south
Shattered data fields
Fall in glassy rain
It's leather weather
In ambulance alley
Only the fools and the dead
Try to explain
Points of abstraction
Argue the alternatives

SUNKIST

I met a little boy
In clown make-up
She said her name was Dawn
I met a little girl
Writing poetry
He had a needle in his arm

ABBA CORP

In between the cemetary and highway
Is a lightning struck tree
Sitting playing an old guitar man
Singing songs of the free
The swamp is close enough to hear
The croak of a bullfrog toad disappear

I sit on a log
A toad out of gas
We both stare up
At he Hangman's noose
We smile
And give each other a pass

He said he always knew
What they had planned for me
But he didn't want to spoil
The end of a good story

I told him of all the times
I had seen him before
He said: "It's a long road down to Albacore."
I said: "You can tune a piano, but you can't tune a fish."
He said: "Old son I'll sing along with this"

INTO THE NIGHT

Each person we meet
Is a door to another world
When I met you
I didn't want to meet anymore
I saw into a world
I'd never seen before
I saw into a world
I'd never seen before

You stare at me out your window
Afraid of your desires
Well I'm here until my wings warm
Listening to your fire

Why is so much hidden
From my naked eyes
Why are questions forbidden
In the dark and silent nights

Now I'm just a lonely blackbird
Sitting on a wire
Everybody that knows me
Knows I can't... I can't fly much higher
Now I'm just a lonely blackbird
Listening to your wires
Well I'm here until my wings are warm
Listening to your fire
Eight lonely blackbirds
Sitting on a wire
Eight lonely blackbirds
That can't fly much higher

Bob Dylan, Theme Time Radio Hour ~ Theme - Mail
https://youtu.be/L6HKc2fZ4sM

On Sunday, January 16, 2022 at 10:42:24 AM UTC-8, LowRider44M wrote:
> Bob Dylan, Theme Time Radio Hour ~ Theme - Mail
> https://youtu.be/L6HKc2fZ4sM

postage due sez it all.
i leave the envelope for ya.
see ya next time.

(only a letter carrier will get this)

On Sunday, January 16, 2022 at 3:07:26 PM UTC-5, chris rodgers wrote:
> On Sunday, January 16, 2022 at 10:42:24 AM UTC-8, LowRider44M wrote:
> > Bob Dylan, Theme Time Radio Hour ~ Theme - Mail
> > https://youtu.be/L6HKc2fZ4sM
> postage due sez it all.
> i leave the envelope for ya.
> see ya next time.
>
> (only a letter carrier will get this)

Another day in the diamond mine.