It’s a snowy day.
Yeah, the snow is coming down.
The sun upstairs asleep, so deep
behind curtains of grey clouds.
Well, it started out as rain,
dribbling down and spitting on us.
Then it froze and now it’s
big white flakes falling down
as my cigarette dies in the ashtray,
a long, grey untouched husk.
I sat down to record an acoustic track – with vocals no less – but wanted to warm up my fingers with some improv first. That’s when the rhythm to “Peace Bus” appeared.
No, “The Sand Bats of Manark IV” (3:27) is not a long lost ST:TOS episode but the next installment of my ongoing “CAE – Curiosities from the Attic” recording project.
the author caught in the act by his wife, Elizabeth Edwards
I recently picked up a small, second hand tome on the limerick (“The Lure of the Limerick – An Uninhibited History” Baring-Gold) and found myself not only amused but inspired.
One morning soon thereafter, I was startled awake by ‘smealm,‘ a truly disturbing occurrence, I can assure you.
The bluer ‘rotini‘ followed with rapidity as I hunkered over the keyboard.
Josephine lives on the streets
They say he wrote a children’s book
He wears a purse on his head
and trusts no one who drinks Coke
I once gave him some food from my picnic
in exchange for a handful of white rocks
I misunderstood. I thought
he just wanted a paper plate
Maybe crazy, yeah
Gone as a hoot owl
raised in a closet
Crazy, yeah – you know
but …
It’s a snowy day.
Josephine lives on the streets
