West Coast Sound

I remember

When the ocean

Dragged me under

Pulled me around

Then laid me down.

 

On a far away

Beach, I awoke

Where I was found

By a wind that spoke

The west coast sound.

 

I’ve been home, now

For so long, why

I can’t remember

My way out.

 

There’s a blue moon

High over

California

I surrender.

 

I remember

How the first verse

Led to another

Verse and song.

So seductively led on.

 

I’m wearing blue jeans

Sewn with patches

I wear a feather that

Came from the desert

In my cowboy hat.

 

 

 

 

 

Someday Blue

Somedays I feel

I feel like sliding behind a wheel

And go driving down an open road

Ride with me shotgun- let’s blow

Right through the dawn

And through the night, we’ll be many days gone

Singing some old travelin’ song.

 

Sometimes I find

That the world I had in mind

Falls apart and slips away

I have to find a better way

To become a steadier burning sun

Keep those devils on the run.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ray Bradbury

I must’ve been sleeping

Or caught in a dream

Maybe I was stoned

Or too far from home.

Somewhere behind us

We cut a moonlit turn

Drawn by our lust

For the Lost Highway.

Ah, the Lost Highway.

 

Down into the canyon

And up the south side

We made the rim

Under a Milky Way light.

We worshipped the sun

Main-lined that potion.

We counted satellites

All those summer nights.

We felt so alive.

                      

Here we go

Junebug and Rodeo

We’re right on the heels of tomorrow.

We know

It’s a fever we follow

Junebug and Rodeo.

 

We split our tracks

At Lands End Hotel

Where we both had the shakes

While we burned our last match.

I headed due north

For those weathered ruins

Trying to find

A scent of the past.

 While you went into a tail-spin.

 

I landed my wheels

In the Fly-Over Lands

Cooled off my heels

And caught up on news.

I couldn’t believe

What some people believe

Wake up, wake up

You’ve been fucked by a lie.

 Fucked by a no-spin zone lie.

 

Here we go

Junebug and Rodeo

We’re right on the heels of tomorrow.

We know

It’s a fever we follow

Junebug and Rodeo.

 

I found you in a spell

In a wash near Ocotillo Wells

With star-burned eyes

And your face to the sky.

I told you my dream

Of a manned rocket to Mars

The maiden journey

Of the Ray Bradbury.

Ah, the Ray Bradbury.

 

Come on- let’s roll

Let’s peal out of this place

Time to move on

Change the pace.

We gathered our charms

And got back on the road

Rolled down the windows

And lightened our load.

 Hallelujah.

 

Here we go

Junebug and Rodeo

Still on the heels of tomorrow.

We know

It’s a fever we follow

Junebug and Rodeo.

 

Tumbleweed

Rolling down the highway

Looking out the window

All the colors

Of the rainbow.

Crossing into country the kind

Far and wide

I light up

Like a firefly.

 

Let tumbleweeds

Run free

Like my good buddy

I too need to ramble

Like a tumblin’ tumble tumbleweed

At the strike of lightning

The thunder rolling

I’ll be on my way.

 

The grass may be greener

When I round the next bend

I reckon odds

Are one in ten

There ain’t no use in fixin’

To domesticate

Or put a handle on

A nomadic trait.

 

Let tumbleweeds

Run free

Like my good buddy

I too need to ramble

Like a tumblin’ tumble tumbleweed

At the strike of lightning

The thunder rolling

I’ll be on my way.

 

 

 

Echo Park

I’m living on a hillside

Out here in Echo Park

It’s a long cross-town ride

To my old Venice vibe.

 

Where I had an ocean

In my backyard

Free-wheelin’ ways

And a great big courtyard.

 

I miss the Abbott-

My morning habit

The Pacific Chateau

Sure was hard to let go.

 

All because

All because of you

All because of you.

 

I like the way

Roadways here wind

And wrap around these hills

Like wild grown vine.

 

I like the feel and sway

Of old L.A.

I like my easy stroll

Down to the Grand Ole Echo

 

Hey, honey let’s sing our son

Yellow Submarine

And that tune by Neil Young

For sweet cowboy dreams.

 

All because

All because of you

All because of you.

All because of you.

 

Drag

What a drag to see all the love

That you’ve poured from your heart

Disappear like the rain

Falling on the desert floor.

What a drag.

 

I don’t understand you at all

Come on, baby let me in

All I want to do is love you

Help you be a better man.

What a drag.

 

I can’t go on like this anymore

Gonna put a dagger through your heart

I’m leaving you

What a drag, drag.

 

It’s so sad to see all the plans

That you’ve drawn so selflessly

Swept away, carried aloft

By a gust of wayward wind

What a drag.

 

We had almost everything

Vintage red and minor chords

We were bomb, but for one thing

I’m not the one you’re waiting for.

What a drag.

 

I can’t go on like this anymore

Gonna put a dagger through your heart

I’m leaving you

What a drag, drag.

 

 

Subaru

I don’t wanna be a spike about it

But, I’m really down on you.

I don’t wanna hear you sweet talk around it

Nor another lame excuse.

 

I bet you’re all caught up in

Better Homes and Gardens

I bet your Front Range friends and you

Drive a Subaru.

 

I don’t want to be spiteful, honey

But I can’t count on you now

Hey, never mind the old times honey

I’ll be rollin’ south.

 

I bet you’re all caught up in

Better Homes and Gardens

I bet your Front Range friends and you

Drive a Subaru.

 

 

Chaperone

I am traveling through a dream

Flying over treetops.

I alight beside a stream

I walk the banks for a place to cross

Long enough to soak up sunlight

Draw a breath until I feel right

I cross the river of time

And space.

 

I emerge upon a trail

I’m standing out here all alone

I feel like I have been here before

Along the way I turn some stones

A forgotten dream, a story untold

A fallen star that has grown cold

How do you feel about me now?

 

Across a meadow winding through those trees

Down the canyon where I drank sweet gypsy tea

And still it lingers in the air

A seamless rhythm, a waltz affair

All I wanted was to know you

Run with you and make it with you.

The night you melted my

My heart.

 

I am running through wild open air

For rock formations, a grand hotel.

I am greeted by a bear

Welcome to our citadel

We’ve been waiting for you so long

The moon is high we must be moving on

I’ll be your chaperone.