IT IS THE SMOKE SIGNALS, GHOST OF GREAT SPIRITS, CAN'T FORGET THE COLD ONE
Blown in and out of the matrix cold ones, ancient mothers & fathers who hated all gods
Comedian language consumers trying to make a joke out of necessary conditions, iPods
Important to elders without property, sufficient income to continue all breathing in/out
Choice and Free Will aside, if you have no cash, THEY got you by the balls' twist & shout.
Here's the club now, in just a minute or a moment or two, I am assuming God, sweet Jesus
Saved your soul, your faithfully departed relatives, my relatives, the American dream of us
And not to mention them but... #ColdOnes will get you almost every time, it ain't personal
It's just the way it is, things that come out in the end may have been a delicacy at first bell.
Then on that last ring, however that happened, you may have had to annihilate RNA slime
One way or the other, the DNA of the cooler than ice has the judgement call, Justice done
Fetch me a beer, a cold one please, long neck out of the twelve pak, it's a matter of Time
Space of in between here & there, monkeys play up to the 99th one, time for a cold One.
Forensic examination of all clues left behind as evidence of the crime, pristine convictions
Out of my life behind the involuntary servitude of the master, high & dry penance's sins
I'm alright now since I found out you were a long gone drunkard, it ain't your guiltless fault
Still as the cadaver of a stoned heart, no beats for your pleasure, #UpYours, eternity's vault.
It's in Mary's taste inside her mouth, in deep kissed, passionate, fleeting love, All of It Ends
Nothing immortal that exists before or after I was born, Earthbound kiss to a fool's amends
Finished before I was done but that didn't stop me from tryin' to delete extraneous bullscat
Hung high & dry in a hell-hot sun, son yet the Timing's everything, y'all just forget, you're fat.
Here come vampire brides repopulating species' ninja black ghosts' on welfare's windy city
Well now, you got 21 years? You got two ears, I hear ya, go get my sweaty long neck back
Appreciate more than you know, get back when you need a favor, it's fake double jeopardy
Love always on ice, cold ones come & gone, 'til none's left 'cept holy nuns & the Sad Sack.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Janvier 23rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 04:30 AMPST
{ Drafted to @Santana LIVE 2020 CONCERT link @ https://youtu.be/Afaf6YWWqD4 & @AlexanderKing #TakeABullet @ https://youtu.be/y94rnf0DM_Y }
Saturday, January 23, 2021
#SaturdayPrimaVera #Santana #MarshallTuckerBand #Black #Jake #Batsheet & bonus' #Hodgepodge #GuitarCall #HallOfFame #UpDOWN
Friday, January 22, 2021
#AintTheFirstTime #ItWontBeTheLastTime #FigureItOut #LongNeckSweatin' #HellHighSummerSun
Nobody's fault but mine, I'm high and dry, I bought the ticket to ride on the trip, paid for pain
It was cold, it was way too hot and one thing for sure, I had to forget that I was a fly lost at sea
No control over when I'm comin' back to the place I love, home sweet home, a rocky mountain
Came sliding into home with my steel spikes straight up, the catcher caught a slice of you or me.
Fought nice and easy without any effort because I knew I had already won, the dream's done
Sweat pants and socks full of my exhaust, flyin' high above the brothers and sisters of the fun
As above and so it is below, the same old thing that has the same cause for the same ol' effect
Cold One, hotter than a pistol after firing off a few round loads, drunk to heal it, hands on deck.
Brought my protection in my hands & feet, mind & brain & will to control such a good ol' fight
Survival of the fit with or without my daily twelve pak, I can deal with or without it, outta sinkin'
Once drunk beyond the pale where you don't want to get behind a god's firewheel, I'm out & in
That was a cold one I won't get back either, out my twelve pak when you split, God's sun is white.
Bring all of your germs back to the mainland and walk out of everyone's life, she stole a cold One
On the way out the corral she kicked down the red barn, haystacks everywhere in 90 degree sun
High and dry for the last time, she took the things that meant nothing to me, reminded me of her
Pretended to be upset as ecstasy nearly broke my face, a form of happiness, ain't sweatin' it, sir.
In the middle of nowhere when you're done pickin' and grinnin' tryin' not to think 'bout yesterday
Cold ones all drunk down in one late summer sun, didn't know why the world was spinnin' away
My head would not allow the alcohol to metabolize therefore I purged the elements in cosmic ilk
Flushed into wasted cases & twelve packs, sweatin' old days, not the 1st time I felt the worm silk.
Tequila & Budweiser I forgot to bring home from the liquor store, I think I forgot it in the scum
By the time I recalled my error and returned to fetch my booty, it was gone but not far, on a bum
Over by the railroad tracks I saw him with his feet up on a cooler, crackin' beers out my backpak
Hella hot sun going down and it appears I'll either get it all back or I'm droppin' the dude, a fact.
It was all over in five minutes or less once I claimed my property, the dude was an angelic hobo
I gave him a couple for his trouble, we drank one together, I was outta the ebb & neap tide flow
He didn't comprehend the language as a countryman would have, an alien, a foreign body of Id
Came over the ocean, boat, ship or whatever motherlode he hitched a ride on, God's a bold kid.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, January 22nd, 2021 A.D. @ 2:22 PMPST
{ Drafted listenin' to @EricChurch #DamBabyThatWasAColdOne in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.
#FireBurns #IceFreezes #EarthSmokes
YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO GROW OR BURN ONE, MAN, JUST HAVE A COLD ONE
Punks born without a father's rules, get the charity grown children upset and spoiled
Like the milk mother left out in the hot sun, in the light of day for the riverside baths
Stunk to high heaven with the body odors to attract the genome into oblivion's shed
Deep down under or way far above or below all that you know, #Woke middle paths.
Germaine to the subjects and objects looking for the predicates of prehistoric essence
When there was no books of Word Spells or stories from a linguistic cache of nonsense
Morons and idiots in charge of the species' presence and future eminence, extinct eggs
#ShotsInTheArms for an imaginary virus works in a 3rd world country's political dregs.
Here and now will get all of us there & then, without our intent or will, It's said & done
Nothing left to do when the Singularity has appeared and it is you and me, we are a One
If & only if you don't take that blind faith step into an abyss, you'll die in this bee's hive
Grace screaming for your soul to accept the notion that God's good not great, evil's alive.
Mutate the acid and know that it makes no difference at all, love and hate are a #FalseFlag
For the reality of the sequence of Calculus problems that can't be solved is infinity's gulag
Locked up with a combination sequence of #Fabernacci and the scum of Earth's scat logic
Pins, needles and middle fingers point to the #Longneck magic, square cube DNA's Rubic.
Fabulous that you can walk & chew gum at one and the same time but it's a dead end
Nobody alive on Earth cares one way or the other, it's a fact jack, we can comb your hair
Fancy morons and idiots teaching the children what they don't know, nobody does man
Opened up the Pandora box full of whiskers from the rednecks and orphans of welfare.
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r j j stephan, i
c. Venredi, Janvier 22nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 08:30 AMPST
{ Drafted to a cold one I'll never get back, @EricChurch link @ https://youtu.be/BKvE-WoooLE}