Ashes in the Dirt

 

I’m a runaway… a runaway fool and i’m a dreamer… a dreamer too… ain’t got the answers… i think i’m running outta time. There’s a question ringing in my ear but now it isn’t… no… it ain’t too clear… ain’t got the answers… i think I’m running outta time.

Dust on the path coat my boots. Smoke in the air sting my eyes. Dry bones in the fire… leaving only ashes in the dirt!

Ain’t been to Paris… or Istanbul… ain’t been to Bogotá… or Kathmandu. So much to do now… i think i’m running outta time. Well… there’s a question ringing in my ear… but I’ll never know if i stop here… ain’t got to worry… i’m always running outta time.

Dust on the path coat my boots. Smoke in the air sting my eyes. Dry bones in the fire… leaving only ashes in the dirt!

Yea… yea… yea…

I’m a runaway… a runaway fool… i’m a dreamer… a dreamer too. Ain’t got the answers… and always running outta time. I better hurry… and don’t get caught… keep it real now… and don’t get bought. It kinda bothers me… i’m always running outta time.

Dust on the path coat my boots. Smoke in the air sting my eyes. Dry bones in the fire… leaving only ashes in the dirt!

Aaaaaaaah haaa…
We’re only ashes in the dirt.

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Weeds


I see you wear your lifestyle on your sleeve like a bloodstain from the war. And you don’t see just what you’ve got till the good things are out your door. And in classic style… you brave the miles and the fire within your soul… on a promise that the other side will find you to have grown.

But there’s a solitary man who spent a lifetime in the weeds… a passé sort of fate he’ll live to see. And if only just another round could keep his hopes alive… waitin’ for his big break to arrive.

So you work… you slave… you watch your days go slowly tickin’ by. You watch your YouTube playlist and wonder why you didn’t try… and the morning sun is up and starin’ right into your eyes. As you drive to work you squint and curse the years a flyin’ by.

But there’s a solitary man who’d give his left nut to succeed… a passé sort of fate he’ll live to see. And all the tea in China could not help him change his mind.. he’s waitin’ for his big break to arrive.

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There’s a chance you oughta take it’s waitin’ right outside your door. But sometimes you fight with schemers and hustlers and end up on the floor. In a broken kind of gait you stumble closer to your cave… in a flash of sight… you find you might be better off a slave.

But there’s a solitary soul who’s got the right stuff… he believes. A passé sort of fate he’ll live to see. It’s a shame to think of all the happiness he’s passed by… waitin’ for that big break to arrive.

Solitary man things are never what they seem… and in time you might see what love really means. But the solitary answer to the question that you bring… lay between the path you’ve chosen and your dreams.

It’s between the path you’ve chosen and your dreams.

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Behind Your Eyes

 

I… know… someone’s gotta go… there’s glue on my shoes. One foot out the door… one bag on the floor… one thing left to do and nothing more.

Someone behind your eyes led me to this end. But everything seemed to work so well… I’d probably fall again. Oh… no… please don’t you go… until I find out who it is.

When I wake up in the morning light I can smell the scent of wreckage just ahead. And ain’t it just like a straight-up chump to believe all the things that someone said. And those tears in your eyes are about to make me die… as you glance at me watching you walk on out the door.

Well… someone behind your eyes led me to this end. And everything seemed to work so well… I’d probably fall again… oh… no… please don’t you go until I find out who it is.

Well… just the other day I thought I saw you in the crowd… and clarity ripped off your disguise. And blew away the fog… revealed the only naked truth… IT’S ME… LYIN’ TO MYSELF!

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I… know… someone’s gotta go… there’s a lump in my throat. But just before you go… it might help you to know… I’m gonna be just fine ‘cos I’m not alone.

‘Cos… someone behind your eyes led me to this end… and everything seemed to fit so well… i’d probably fall again… oh… no… go ahead and go.

Go ahead… there’s the door… go ahead… I’m not alone.

I’ll be fine…
B-baby ‘cos I’m not alone…
Oh no no no no no no no no no no
I’ll be fine… ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh

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The Thread

 

The town crier sent a message to the priest. Said he could not escape… said he couldn’t believe… the things he saw… the things he did… the nightmares in his head… the trouble.

The priest wrote back and began the thread. Said, try to relax… calm your noisy head. Said, all this has happened before… the corruption and the war. Exploitation… degradation… the slaughter of the innocents… it’s all gonna happen again.

again
…again
……again
………again

The walrus sent a message to his generals. Said, send those dirty bastards down a fiery hole. Don’t hesitate… don’t make me wait. These are evil people… smite their bodies to the floor.

The general wrote back… and advanced the thread. Said try to think about this with a cooler head. Said, all this has happened before. The trouble and the war. The encroachment of the enemy… the brave heroes lost… it don’t have to happen again.

again
…again
……again
………again

But all along the world wide web… the words contained in the tiniest thread… stitch a patch quilt picture of truth… from Ramallah to the Hague… from Berlin to Jerusalem… from sea to shining sea… from the barrio to the penthouse suite…

What does it say about you?
What does it say about me?
What will it say about us?

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Wiz and the Mojo Bar

 

He strode into a Mojo Bar and ordered up a shot, from his memory pack, pulled a snap of boardroom ballads setting up their day… they say it’s fair and…

Before we destroy the competition, screw the customers, and laugh all the way to the bank, let’s bow our heads to pray.

The Wiz pulls a payment card and smiles a morning cheer… cos batshit double tea hatters fill him with “the fear. ” Intrepid student wrecking crews steal victory from the jaws. While the self-driving uber fleets deliver hookers all night long.

And the planet… in a fit… swallow souls randomly. And 400 years go by as Cajuns hit the sand. But here and now… here at home… cops shoot kids skittishly. And everywhere it seems people rage to bring their guns.

The free exchange of dangerous ideas meant to deepen minds take a hasty exit on Eden highways where even rockers lose their souls. And laundry ladies pick stringed rhythm to the drying clothes. While bleach is for the eyes of federation mojo bros. Hands change in dollars and dimes. The Federation crowd looks inquisitive to the Wiz. But he breaks down in tears… falling from his crown like rain in Fat City. They want to help his trouble and his pain, but the Wiz just keeps cryin’. Where politician trains… cruel potential worlds… Colombian civil wars… end in time for rocky mountain stoners to load their bowls from the Mojo Bar.

Welcome back grade inflation

“There’s something happening here, and what it is ain’t exactly clear.” ~ Buffalo Springfield

At the close of the 2016 school year, news dispatches remind us that college can be a high octane pressure cooker. From complaints of racial discrimination against Asian Americans trying to get in:

http://www.npr.org/sections/ed/2015/05/20/408240998/is-harvard-showing-bias-against-asian-americans

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To the sometimes acrimonious ritual of final grade reports spiraling out of control…

 …a real bad day in LA…

la_lockdownhttp://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/02/us/ucla-shooting.html?_r=0

The shooting started around 10 am, Wednesday, June 1st, 2016. Inside a small office in the engineering IV building of the UCLA campus, where hundreds of people were winding their semester down taking care of semester end tasks.

Once the bang of the gun and the jingling of shell casings were heard, people scattered and the campus was placed on lockdown. Text message and email alerts kept students with their heads down and hands up as local, and federal law enforcement agencies responded apropos to an “active shooter” event. Except it wasn’t an active shooter this time. It was a lone troubled student and a young engineering professor settling final issues, never to do so again.

Meanwhile in another “Shining City on the Hill.”

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The body of another desperately troubled youth was pulled from a Massachusetts River near Gill.  Authorities believe 23yr old Tyler Hagmaier jumped from the French King Bridge into the Connecticut River about a mile upstream from Gill on may 6, 2016.  Hagmaier had earlier stabbed his next-door neighbor, a college professor, to death for motives not even understood by the killer as indicated in the confession note he left behind.

https://www.bostonglobe.com/metro/2016/05/31/body-found-connecticcut-river-may-murder-suspect-tyler-hagmaier-police-say/3zXSTS0GPpVQu6h9NdTcsO/story.html

Here in the Loopcircus…

College students and staff, as they do every year at this time, exhale and begin planning for the upcoming summer and fall sessions. However, this time they turn attention to an edict handed down by the governor and Board of Regents. To wit, college campuses, currently exempt from conceal and carry regulations making it unlawful to take weapons to school unless you’re a licensed law enforcement professional in good standing with your respective agency, will now prepare for a day when the exemption is removed (July 1, 2017).

The current exempt status is sensible and sane as college campuses are mostly populated by young impressionables just beginning to come to terms with raging hormones and the pressures of adulthood. It makes sense they should be prohibited from carrying firearms on campus, right? Not so fast podna. We got ourselves some wild west nostalgia addicts in Topeka, and they don’t care how it makes them look when guns are prohibited only in places that can afford expensive metal detectors at every entrance. Students and staff now must contemplate a future where EVERYONE brings their weapon. That’s right, Kansas has finally lost its mind, and the clock will be ticking through the fall and spring semesters 2016-17. Come July 2017, the exemption will be lifted, and those choosing not to leave Kansas for saner pastures have been asked to just “go along” with the law as handed down by the statehouse and subsequently blessed by the Board of Regents.

http://www.kansas.com/news/politics-government/article19296501.html

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HOWEVER, it’s not over till it’s over…

Three-fourths of Kansans responding to a poll oppose legislation… and they most likely won’t go quietly into governor brownback’s 21st century OK corral. Look for some significant noise coming from the campuses. It’s gonna be a long year.

The study results are part of the annual “Kansas speaks” survey conducted by the Docking Institute of Public Affairs at Fort Hays State University.

WHAT’S THE NEWS:

Another loop in the human circus,
Stay tuned, this year is gonna get uber interesting.

Heavy cross to bear

Those who use the Tao to advise the powerful do not dominate the world with soldiers. Such methods tend to return. ~ Lao Tzu

It’s been a lousy week for particular members of the Cracka Squad.

Though one could argue The Donald only panders, he seems clearly resolute in his commitment to said pandering. Unfortunately, Mr. Trump is one or two steps from admitting his campaign is out of money (of all things). Maybe some fundraising lessons from televangelists?

trump

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2016/5/31/1532693/-Trump-s-campaign-is-broke

One could argue Rush Limbaugh merely panders as well, but no one doubts he speaks the language, and how. Unfortunately, a live-by-the-sword karmaloop is bearing down on the talent-on-loan-from-god Ditto King for another turn of the screw.

rush

http://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2016/05/is-rush-limbaugh-in-trouble-talk-radio-213914

James Dobson (a bonafide political operative if one ever existed) is one Cracka Fatwa removed from having transgender bathroom interlopers executed by “real men.”

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“If you are a dad, I pray you will protect your little girls from men who walk in unannounced, unzip their pants and urinate in front of them,” he said. “If this had happened 100 years ago, someone might have been shot. Where is today’s manhood? God help us!”

James-Dobson

https://www.rawstory.com/2016/05/evangelist-james-dobson-laments-the-lack-of-transgender-shooting-victims-in-unhinged-anti-obama-rant/

Some say it’s a sign of times, but it doesn’t have to be this way. At least not in our little slice of heaven (the good ‘ol U.S.ofA). Seriously… the secular “Nones” are a fast growing religious non-affiliation, and Millennials now officially outnumber the primary perpetrators of the loathsome culture war… Baby Boomers (“baby” being the operant word). Please, people!?! These crackas only have as much power and influence as we allow. Please, with your feet, your wallet, and your ballot, please… please… VOTE!

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http://www.pewresearch.org/fact-tank/2016/04/25/millennials-overtake-baby-boomers/

nones

http://www.pewforum.org/2012/10/09/nones-on-the-rise/