Buck 65-Square 1
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(Some mumbling…)
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Pretty soon the hippies of today, will be the squares of tomorrow
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It was the echoing voices of the old ones
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Through thick steeled forests and over scorched earth
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Always just out of reach
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A murder of crows judged my every footstep
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My bones were frozen
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Penniless and entirely out of breath
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I washed my beautiful hands in the black market dog water trough
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But through it all the real stick in my spokes
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Was the torment of my dreams
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I fought of sleep with both fists and sometimes fire
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With no more than a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen
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I shot the stars out of the sky
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When each one fell sparkling to the ground
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I made wishes that never came true
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Apparitions of angels with angry eyes
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Appeared at each new moon
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My own ghost be gain whispering
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Trees died if I tried to climb them
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The decision was made for me
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To begin interpreting real life just as I would nightmares
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(More mumbling…)
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Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65, Buck 65
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Watching an already dead world vanish
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We the banished and outlawed wander
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Hither and yonder
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Like dogs gone hungry
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Funky and angry and sometimes ugly
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Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers
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Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians
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Practitioners of black magic
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We make music from used up junk and bad luck dreams
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Liars and losers
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Emus and aardvarks
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Gypsies and pen thieves
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Peddlers, Card Sharks
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All of us fortune tellers home in the forest
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Hard core, building a cardboard fortress
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Forward fast and backwards blindfolded
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Trying to find gold buried in flood planes
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Covered in blood stains
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Fly bites and egg yolk
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Running away with one of my legs broke
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Sometimes it’s lonesome
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Traveling homeless
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Not knowing where you’re going
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Riding the railroads
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Pickups and sailboats
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Most of the loco-motives
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Once we decide to see some of the country side
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Working with circus
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Performers and cut-throats
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Discussions with perfectionists, perverts and poets
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Haven’t you ever heard of the…
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1200 hoboes?
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We ain’t vampires dressed like rock stars
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We build campfires and ride box-cars
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Town to town, we just write songs
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And plus we stay up like all night long
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But we ain’t vampires dressed like rock stars
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We build campfires and ride box-cars
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Town to town, we just write songs
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And plus we stay up like all night long
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20 some years is a long walk
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Even if its not in a straight line
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You see a lot of things in the distance
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You know what they say about great minds
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You and I think about the same things
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Dream the same dreams
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Play the same games
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We started out in the same place
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Believe it or not we got the same names
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Everything happens for a good cause
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Whether it be victory or loss
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And the road may turn into a run way
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But you’ll know what to do someday
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Trust me I’ve seen it all before
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I’ve climbed to the tops of the tallest trees
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To get away from the deep water
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To find the touch of the smallest breeze
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You’ll find a girl with a low voice
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Who holds the world in her bare hands
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You’ll fall in love you’ll have no choice
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Once you are given a fair chance
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For the first time you will sleep well
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Take a deep breath
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See the sun shine
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Hold on to her for dear life
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And then watch the whole world unwind
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Ask her to show you some magic
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And I guarantee that she will say yes
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Tell her you’ve seen forever and
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You’ll be together not a day less
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Just know until that time comes
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And after you cross that first mile
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That the hardest part is behind you
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And all of the pain will be worthwhile
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(From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure
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From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured
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From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure
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From dirt roads, To Flowers, when faith can be measured.
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I know a man who was born with his heart on the outside
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Every man's worst fear he also had heavy hands
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He couldn’t touch his lover's face
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He couldn’t hold a baby
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He would never desert them
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But he was worried he would hurt them maybe
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Mad at the world his face turned hot pink
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| The best he cou |
