#ricoSacto

Thursday, September 26, 2019

#ROCKbYTES

ROCK BYTES, STONED SPEEDIALS
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Movie stars are really just our brothers and sisters, our cousins, mamas’ pops too cute, yup
Nobody knows when they’re a baby or a youngster that it’ll happen, but it sure does happen
The kids all rock if they can and some of them get stoned to the music of the gangster pups
Tried the funny things that parents would never allow, on the cuff and on the lam, moral sin.

Whiskey out the bottle or beer in the six pack of Colt.45, either way the launch above beyond
Winds up three sheets to the north wind, back up against the wall and with a cowboy rewind
I recall my strapped gene autry pistols, put ‘em on backward like hop along Cassidy, too high
Wasn’t the Cisco Kid or Poncho, but I rolled just like the sunrise and sunsets in the west sky.

Bottles and cans full of the liquid cool and hot stuff of the cosmic soup, trailer trashed to heck
Devoted to ending of days, bringin’ them for you and nobody else but where you’ll go, I know
Find yourself in the rewinding position of the vacuumed void of the Space and Time too late
Nobody knows and everybody cares about the last breath in your and my face, it’s God’s fate.

Price is too high to be paid by the tiny mortality you get to move about in, 208 bones, trugrit
True of false, it’s the way of the middle of the road, down the center, getting to the doom soon
Talking begins and ends right there at the start, before the finish line, echo the shouts of s#it
Complicated mess of a hodgepodge, remember what your daddy said, get crazy as a fool loon.

It could’ve been Tuesday but it’s already gone, Eagles flew into a volcano’s hot, holy chastity
Burned the feathers and cooked the skin and bones, like thanksgiving turkeys of Notre Dame
Completed missions of the flights and sorties we flew for the sake of the motherland’s gravity
Too dark and grey when it’s rainy, so just drink it all away, change the alcohol into my fame.

On the train’s express or the jet’s non-stop flight into the Twilight Zone between yo’ ears, see?
It will all come out in the wash, no way to change it, always same as it was way back, ah blood
Mixed up with all of the data and information that was given as a favor to the kids of old Eve
Awaken from the slumber of the dream you can’t recall, it’s the life you had, now you be dead.

Got you and your sisters out of the trailer park’s sweet foam before you got too drunk to be
A good boy and nice girl, for the parents of the space cowboys under the feet of the papal see
It’s right and wrong, it’s good and evil, It is what It is, A MIRACLE, to be alive in this dream
Lovers and sinners all meet at the crossroads where It all must go, then vanish, then scream!

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r j j stephan, i
c. September 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 5:55 PM P.S.T.
W.W.A.R.D.?

#ICEBERG ETC

ICEBERG IS ALL THAT’S LEFT, I.C.E.
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Frequency of the minutes and millennia scrubbing the surfaces of my infinite mind blocks
Causes what you see and it’s all you’re gonna get, just try to imagine a planet of crickets
Chirping away, rubbin’ the sex toys for a date at night or in your walls, all night, too long
Ego and Id get along one way or the other or extinction results, it’s the coldest shoulder!

You know what I mean, frozen bones not givin’ you the time of day, even the land of the Free
Digital or face with hands and numbers, alpha or roman numerals, it’s all same old, 1,2 & tree
Forgive the sinners who kick your ass into a corner when you’re as happy as yo mama’s bust
Compass of 4 directions up, down and all around the globe of dirty air, broke down stardust.

Philadelphia or Chicago, New York, L.A., Miami, Seattle, seen the trips of the maiden hustles
I was not amused or confused, I knew just where I stood in the middle of nowhere without us
Nobody left to stab in the back once everyone’s bled to death, left nothing but a little smoke
What do they do when they see it doesn’t bother you to laugh right in your face? Stab y’all!

Forever and two more days, for a bloody moment, I thought you were on the same page signs
You ain’t and I don’t give a flyin’ hoot one way or another, it’s a journey-trip and landscapes
With the flu or the cancer or the gout or the blues that won’t go away from your blown minds
Feature of the creature, playin’ musical arrangements of wind, percussion and organic pipes.

It’s so cold when your bones get down below the surface of the ICE, you forget about the sun
Heat is a long gone memory of the way it used to be, sweet love and warm heart makin’ Out
Or in and out if it ever gets all the way, down to the immortal part of the mortality, a soul son
A man’s or a woman’s matters not one twit, there’s no option of class or gender in the scout.

Way down at the bottom of the frozen piece of Hydrogen and Oxygen, it’s money, hot & dark
It is what nothing is, it is what we’re made out of, nothing at all, think I’m kidding? It’s stark
But it’s the reality and it’s a given, without an expectation of return compensation super stink
Bringing everything together in a sweet song of notes and chords, a melody gets got, in synch.

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r j j stephan, i
c. September 23rd, 2019 A.D. @ 3:33 PM E.S.T.
{ DRAFTED Daryl's House Club stolen from my dear mother in law’s ( @PeggyVentura ) residence, my B.I.L.’s @RickieVentura the #SportsNut office/bedroom supercharge Dell.com PC link on youTube for #ForTheLoveOfMoney (give it up, gotta have it, gimme, gimme) link @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }
W.W.A.R.D.?

#'TUDE

ATTITUDE WITH NO MA AND PA
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Young colt moves around being out of the dark hole spent for 340 days, spinnin’ yarn
Snakes and loud mouth humans better than the corral and the barbed wire, rusted old
My neighbors don’t care about my stack of wood with the multi-pitch roof, got no barn
No gate, no fence, nothin’ at all but pure pasture, death punchin’ #Pine, drinkin’ #Shine.

Couldn’t do any better than my best in the show, so into this movie of mine, my part’s done
Didn’t have to fight about it since I was the only opponent to the fences bein’ broken down
If I could I would, do it over and over again just for fun, for kicks and giggles, I can’t run
My legs and arms fell off of my body along the way, my head and mind are barely a frown.

Never thought about life bein’ so short when mama and papa watched every step I ever made
Escaped from the little webbed fingers of mama, the cub’s pinky of papa, too legit lemonade
My defense, my offense gifted me to be the best at protecting kin, my soul runnin’ out of time
I knew when she was gone, it was all over except I didn’t hear the fat lady singin’ on my dime.

What’ll be will be, that’s all I’ve ever believed since the notion of intent of will went so wrong
Eternity isn’t too long to wait for miracles I’ve expected, even if they never come, I’m so good
Tail is swept up into blown wind as the prance of a showoff moves my four legs, equine songs
Wishin’ I could play thunder ‘n light on tight skins, blown horns, pickin’ EFGABC six strings.

Got ready to die like all good men, expected nothing in return, drunk, faded script #wordsUp
Punks divin’ off of the porch, swingin’ on the tightrope and flyin’ into the river of Styx’s cup
Runnin’ and jumpin’ above the rocks that rolled downstream to the blue sea’s mouth, agape
You cannot eliminate your chance once you’ve entered the game, go to jail until I cry #Rape.

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c. November 2, 2017 @ 12:12 PM PST
{ DRAFTED watchin’ a space walk on #NASA live on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RtU_mdL2vBM & listenin’ to #SheUsedToBeMyGirl & HITS Live From Daryl's House The O'Jays & Daryl Hall youTube link @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }
W.W.A.R.D.?