#TenEighteenTen #DontAsk #LookinGoodInTheBlues @Santana @Skynyrd @Vaughan @TJWhite #OutOfProtocol

CAUGHT IN THE UNDERTOW WITH MY MASK OFF
I've not been born yet, still a CoVid19 concept in my divine father eye, above or below a period
Now and then, I've heard it said outside of this venue that what will be, can't control a dead dud
Do you think you can make it through the day and the night about 500 hundred years at a time
If you can, you will demonstrate that transitory beings are indeed mortal, death will drop a dime.

Inhale live bacteria & viral #JackDaniels in your bloodstream through your lungs and cardio pump
Creating the Void that encompasses the atomic matter that fizzes and fuses the cells in a rump
Comes out now and then if and only if there's a future of pending doom needing be a snake rattle
Magic spells and witch brews my mother made and force me to suckle a genie teat on the bottle.

It's only Jim Beam or Jack Daniels at my saloon door, they take shots & they pass out on the floor
Where brave men feard to go, next to me and you and you and you, they are both the rich & poor
All mortal beings that came from a passing #Smirnoff fad's ejaculation of the cosmic breath bling
Disregarding the lack of purpose for the First Cause's movement, a reason to be here in Sing Sing.

I did not commit the crime but I did take the wrap and that is terminal prison life 'til termination
Alpha males and Omega females, begin and end in Nothing's Void of Everything, bliss in God's sin
Just makin' love to the flesh and havin' an orgasm was enough to be sent to hell in a handbasket
Now, as it will always be and always has been, give up your ghost within, it ain't yours so Git Git!

Rum 151 and the pineapples runnin' through my mind & body, drunk on a jet doin' 500 MPHour
Got over the past and thrust into the future because I forgot about being present, like One flower
Just there, cut off from the source but still pretty as it is and was but I Will the release the hounds
The culture that moves the days and nights, ebb & flow of the mighty water over 7 dirt mounds.

It's nearly over, you get another day before the day you die, whenever that may be, never tonight
Wired for intelligence and mixed messages between the minions who live tangled up in the Blues
Turning into an ultraviolet waves without knowing it was happening, the origin of Space's fight
We're ghosts in the DNAcid machine, invisible spaceballs at one in Time, in a swing of delight.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, May XXIVth, MMXXI Anno Domini
{ Drafted listenin' to @GratefulDead #BestOf on link @ https://youtu.be/D_RiiRe2sns & @Santana #LIVE 1981 @ https://youtu.be/Bef8ZNYDYm8 & #SongForMyBrother from #SwingOfDelight CD @ https://youtu.be/zdKYDKiPft4 & #GettinDrunkOnAPlane by @DierksBentley @ https://youtu.be/Vd2qlMV-seQ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
#YeahYouKnowMeBillyANDMel #BloodFloodGatesWideOpen #SpaceTimeOut