My Baby Done Gone To Raleigh

I went down to the crossroads, and I picked up this tune:

When bus fumes hit my face, I knew this was the place

When bus fumes hit my face, I knew this was the place

Where we’d say goodbye


All my love been wasted


When the bus left po’ me, the sign did flash “Raleigh”

When the bus left po’ me, the sign did flash “Raleigh”

And we said goodbye


All my love been wasted


She said, hope you understand

She said, hope you understand

But you just ain’t the man


My baby done gone to Raleigh

My baby done gone to Raleigh

Hope she finds what she needs to be


My baby done gone to Raleigh

All my love been wasted

Ya Can’t Get To Heaven If Ya Hate Anyone

Inspired by the Rolling Stones’ “Ya Can’t Always Get What Ya Want” -- is that really necessary? This is more of a quasi-political chant than poetry. No rhyme this time. :p

Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

But if you wanna get to heaven, yeah, ya gotta love your fellow man


This truth is self-evident:

Every man is my superior in that I may learn from him

Every man is my superior

Every man is my superior

Every man is my superior -- even Dick Cheney


Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

Ya can’t get to heaven if ya hate anyone

But if you wanna get to heaven, yeah, ya gotta love your fellow man

Black Magic Cousin

:p

She’s my black magic cousin

She can make the sun set sideways

She gets younger and younger

Year after year, all the days


Oo, yeah, can’t anybody see?

She trying to make a devil out of me


She’s my black magic cousin

She floats thro the air

She’s nature’s child

With long blonde hair


Oo, yeah, she may be a gypsy queen

If you know, yes, what I mean


She’s my black magic cousin

Arriving in a steamy fog

Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh

With her bionic dog


Voodoo makes a slight return for a lil’ bit

With her meaty chickens and a firepit


She’s… my… black magic… cousin