It's like something
cut me in half

(let go of
letting go of the pain)

tigers held at bay
what a tenuous prayer

paper thin path
to the sky

(we were already
constellations)

So they brought
you back to the sky brother
where you belong

She's beautiful
and filled with pain

Tattoo my heart
Hang the sky with 
images of life

Thank you for jumping off
cliffs
showing us how
to live

But wait
(I'm true to
myself)

Haven't sold a
thing

I was the only one
imprisoned by these
dreams

(you flew away
with your crooked
wing)

I just need to figure out what
to burn down
and the perfect death
machine

Some speed bullet
(or soft canopy)

Who made these beautiful
time-ships

I probably should go
and live my life somewhere
(I make a shitty ghost)

Because of the boxes
we never stayed apart
(behind the cages we made)

Labored so carefully over
every detail

(sloppiness of freedom
unplanned
colors spill outside the lines:
spilt blood)

Jumping off of things
where others would be afraid
crashing through the walls
that aren't there

Bring me back to life
Goddess

Give me moon magic
and green blood

Springtime highs
and road noise

free me from these
cages

1800

the way you slammed through
to the otherside
brother

(livin' lifetimes every
night)

outlaw jumps
and tattooed skies 

Visions all around you
sunlight times/
women highs

Some people live right up
until they die

those unafraid to fly

Shawanga,
Fly baby fly!

I need a sannyasin...
go Osho or somethin'

Unsheathe the blade,
pull the trigger or whatever

(fire up some dangerous
machine)

Dangerous enough to be free

I stopped livin'
years ago

some kinda ghost
ruminating

rummaging through
poems

scrapin' the pipe lookin
for enough resin to smoke

so I could feel you
again

Hmmm,
Our hearts burn
with the same light

Crazy worlds of pain
they say sometimes

life just rips you open
(you ruined my rock n roll
dreams)

Smashed all my guitars so
I'll just sing now
with these tattoos hangin' out
and all

Broke every bottle
crashed those poor
little cars

and the parade of women
I left for the circus but
ended up hitchin' through
the desert alone

Haunted by the lizard king

but, "you ruined my rock and roll
dreams"

Buried the vinyl
Kiss albums in the dirt
took away the needle and the
torn shirts

had to write this song
and right all the wrongs
and come back across this country

just to take a piece of what
somebody took away
when the motorcycle and
the stash went up in
flames

"you ruined my rock and roll
my rock and roll
my rock and roll
dreams"

IN A DREAM LAST NIGHT

I floated down a river
to meet you in an island home
your sisters were there

And I spoke to your mother
she was much younger, and
I knew it would sound like something
from a sci-fi novel

but I had to ask her what year it
was,
And I realized it was perfect
because now I was back in time
and I could find you

and stop all the things
that stopped us

WHATEVER BROTHER

Cool rider slips through
the time-streams

He's magnetized the polarites
so he can't lose
stacked the odds and rigged
the stochasticity

(he's gonna fly sometimes
and immolate alone)

Immolation of the pheonix

We can channel the god's
(she is only alive in fantasies
and fears for me)
Even our ghosts are old

When I put my crow
on

(I was eagle
and lightning)

So when I assume the
black of in-between worlds

(let's put the nighttime back over us
the spider-nighttime of magic escape

hunted without a chance of being
discovered)

So much riding away

forget the sanctimonious
salute to the fallen

You were better off with the
straight money and the phony
philanthropy

Outlaw wouldn't wear well
on you

It's just dirt and noise in the
end

freedom is only speed and
escape and
(rogue aloneness)

I'm ready to be shown
moon goddess waiting
and the freedom I've had
coming

pristine machines howling
tear the night away we'll
ride until dawn shakes us
from her paws

before we're sprinkled into the ground,
before they let us go into the sky,
before they spread me over Pune

Rusted keyhole visions
(watch us running through the
1970's)

The cars we smashed as big
as boats
And the drinks flowed
and our bikes were kick-start only

the skirts were short
and we were laughing at the
fates/gods

Death left us alone
(and Morning came up on
the shoreline for us and
Moon crept silently over
wooded hills for us)

And Music followed
everywhere we went
plucking enchanted fables from
the ethers

We must be alive now
in the sense we were then
reckless believers

I've been to the other
worlds
(shrouded in mystic clouds)

Where we left the masters
Outlaw Gospel ringing in our
ears

We had our guns and they were loaded
we must not run from the showdown
Aim straight and true my brothers
Aim straight and true my brothers