Gimme the good life

Bon Bon Vie

Who's gonna raise me when I'm dead

Dear Mr. Man

We tired of yall

Lions and tigers and bears

Oh my

Nothing even matters

Chapter 2

Then, all of a sudden, you hear your song again, of all places, radiating from the ground beneath your feet. Can it be that just like Dorothy, you have had the power to go home all along. Maybe you needed to help the brainless, the heartless and the fraidy cats of the world find their way too. Its been a long strange trip but its time to go home.

You dig with all your worth. As you excavate all manner of precious substances are revealed. Gold and diamonds fly into the air with every blow. But it matters not because the song beneath it all is not yet revealed.

The song, your song, that song that brought you to this place, the song that you wondered if you would ever hear again, was here to take you further along your journey, maybe even to the place that you belong.

Beginning as a whisper, it gets stronger with each passing day, hour and minute. It radiates until the vibrations rattle the core of your very essence.

But how can it be that no one else hears. Surely they hear it too but simply do not understand or simply seek to deceive you into ignoring it.

Until the real thing comes along

O holy night

Christmas time is here

I never thought it was such a bad little tree.

Twas the night before Christmas

Now do you call that a buddy

If you want a friend...

Its Growing

Like the snow ball rolling down the side
of a snow covered hill
Its growing

Everyday it grows a little more
than it was the day before

And where its gonna stop I'm sure
Nobody knows

Jive Samba

A ritualistic dance performed by turkeys while trying to avoid becoming the main course

Suicide is painless

Is this thing on

Microphone check

one two one two

Still feeling sorry for yourself?

Which way is up

If I could

Work to do

Best friend

Wheelers and dealers

Chain reaction

Nutville

Go East Young Man

Whisper not

The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage

Just the lonely talking again

You can't lose what you ain't never had

Gone too far

One less bell to answer

Protecting the brand

Now I ain't sayin she a gold digger

Just Friends

An imitation of life

is like a three ring circus

going round and round and round and round

Sideshow

See the man
with the broken heart you see that he is sad

He hurts so bad
so bad so bad

See the girl
who has lost the only love she ever had

There's got to be no sadder show to see

No doubt about it satisfaction's guaranteed

So let the sideshow begin

Oh, by the way

Korrupt World

Sky can you feel me

Down here on the ground

So if you here a sound
from down here on the ground
don't you know
my friend its only me
trying to fly

Someday my prince will come

Keep me searching for a heart of gold

Buck and the Preacher

There are no stupid questions just stupid people

Hold me tight
Don't let go
Turn me loose
never no no no
We'll stand our problems
all in a row
and watch them fall
like dominoes

Don't shoot students

If the Egyptian military can show restraint


Surely goodness and mercy shall follow in America


Keep on rockin in the free world


Or not

We need you right now Lord

Walk right up to the sun

Like a bridge over troubled waters

Still Waters run deep

We'll shut this mutha fucka DOWN!!!!!

Listen my children and you shall hear

I'm gonna tear your playhouse down

You don't know what love is

The Peacocks

Why don't you do right

Like some other men do

Last train to Clarksville

The great rationalization has begun.

If not full fledged acceptance at least acknowledgement of the inevitable

In a word

The lamp is low

And its time to burn

Ultimate Hustler

Tramp

These foolish things

Remind me of you

But some say its time to move on

Keep on keepin' on

In this world there are two groups of people. Us and them.

You can identify group one by certain behavioral traits.

It is comprised of the people who smile brightly as they patiently hold the door for the elderly and infirm even when in a hurry. These people stealthily keep an eye on other people's children while careless parents ignore or are oblivious to potential danger. This group has been known to feign a lack of hunger when the catering seems to have been severely miscalculated or even better they frequently accidentally prepare more food than is needed and wonder if those in need would be so kind as to help them get rid of it. You can define group one through a million different traits that usually involve the well being of others.

Generally group one persists in trying to save a world that we know is ultimately doomed to explode in a magnificent display of the universe's majesty.

Group two is simply defined by their absence from the group one.

Someday we'll all be free

Keep your self respect
Your manly pride
Get yourself in gear
Keep your stride
Never mind your fears
Brighter days will soon be here
Take it from me...

Goin' down slow

Tell me what'd I say

Giving up

is hard to do

My man's gone now

I put a spell on you

Cause you're mine

Release Yourself

Spain

Morning

Pow

I gotcha

Caught you with your funk down

What did you expect

I'd turn back if I were you

I do believe in spooks

Soul Vaccination

All that and fully inoculated too

Yah mo be there

You can count on it brother
'cause we're all just finding our way
Traveling through time
People got to keep pushing on
No matter how many dreams slip away
Yah mo be there

Whenever you call

Without love where would you be now

Long Train Running

What a fool believes

But what a fool believes he sees

No wise man has the power to reason away

What seems to be is always better than nothing

Minute by minute

Hey, don't worry, I've been lied to
I've been here many times before
Girl don't you worry, I know where I stand
I don't need this love, I don't need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and you'd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on, but

Minute by minute by minute by minute

I'll keep holing on

Takin' it to the street

I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see

Eastern Rebellion

Get this party started

Everybody's lookin' for somethin'

Exodus Get Up Stand Up

Movement of Jah People

Set the captives free

Shut yo mouth

Black man

Brotha, please

Sunflowers

Who's the bossa

The blue bossa

Power to the people

If 666 was 999

Bumpin on Sunset

I remember Wes

After having to find a new paycheck The Cisco Kid has been making more sense than ever.

And yes they are crazy enough to try it again.

I should care

Everybody all aboard

Let the clowning begin

Beside You

The police are here

And they are wrapped around your finger

Just sos you know

They were moon walking long before Joe Jackson was handing out asswhuppins

Keep risin' to the top

Me and baby brother

Come to me

Four on the outside

What are you gonna do with them

There are times when you definitely should not judge a book by its cover. This post is one of those times.

Wait for it.

Cosmic Slop

Tenderly

Slave to the Rhythm

Very Early

Sandra Booker A Night in Tunisia

The masquerade is over

Vonski speaks

Wait for it

If you're really down to funk

Eligh - Funk (feat. Bicasso)

How YOU doin

You better give 'em up smooth

Decisive Steps

You are my friend

and you were here all the time

Where are all my friends

There is no back to go to

Now he sings, now he sobs

Something cool

Like the time I went to Paris in the fall

Purple Flowers

Radical Chic

In my head there's lots of people

Nobody listens to their lies

Transformation

I'm feeling richer

This post is not an endorsement of anything other than funny commercials that entertain while they sell.

I couldn't decide so I went with both.

I like cash

You better get tough kid

Time after time

Senior Blues

By the time that they love him, senior blues done gone away

Edith and the kingpin

Maiden Voyage

Begin

Oh chocolate star, are you there?

Back in effect

Hit it Mr. Butters

In no way should this post be taken as an endorsement of any insurance company but Mr. Butters is raising hell on those keyboards and vocals

Change

What'd you think, they were gonna serve it up with a side of fried potatoes and and sprig of parsley

sprechen sie deutsch

Breezin

and a little extry

Gonna rain

Free yourself

Trouble in mind

No More KIngs

Jump in lets save the world

Lettuce Move On Up

Life is like a day at Chuckie Cheese's
You can score all the points you want
But at the end of the day all you can do is turn in your tickets for worthless crap that will be broken before you can get home with it

Its a shame

The aforementioned 1% of everybody who was anybody who I did not see live in the 70's included The Spinners.

The one who really made The Spinners special, Philipe Wynne, left The Spinners and joined the US Funk Mob and became an associate of George Clinton. Seems he came up with Bootzilla and they stuck together when times got good.

So I can say that I did see Phillipe Wynne live, just not with The Spinners. He was truly one of the seven wonders of the Universe. And it is a shame that he was gone so soon.

Call it what you want

I call it perpetuating the worst instincts in people and appealing to their ignorance for personal gain.

And it truly is a sad spectacle to behold.

Salt

Unbreakable

We gotta stay tuned, Cuz there's more to see

Through the technical difficulties

We might have to take a break, But ya'll know we'll be back next week

I'm singing this love is unbreakable

My sacrifice

Is there supposed to be this much water

Payback is a mother

I was fortunate enough to see The Godfather of Soul once or twice live while he was still in his prime, with the full power and majesty of the JBs on display and in effect including half nekkid dancing girls. It was truly a thing to behold, especially for an impressionable and musically oriented young fellow.

I can tell you, I witnessed live shows for 99% of everybody who was anybody in the 70's and truly, James Brown was in fact the hardest working man in show business. I won't sit here and tell I remember how long the show lasted. But I can tell you by the time he took is last bow, I was exhausted and ready to go home.

It was loud, sweaty and funky beyond comprehension. There was shit happening that I had never seen before. The horn players were twirling horns, doing choreographed dance routines and playing syncopated hit it and quit it licks on their instruments that simply defied the laws of physics. Don't let anybody fool you, Walmart and Toyota didn't have shit on JB when they thought they invented Just In Time delivery. You literally found yourself rooting for them to get the horn to their lips and make it to the mic in time to hit that one one note. I mean there was so much going on on stage that the spectacle of it all was enough to give you an epileptic fit.

And there wasn't a whole bunch of talking to the audience either, about bullshit nobody didn't want to hear. It was just a man and his band, putting in work.

And to think that by the 80's it was all gone. Not just JB but the whole music scene was one big gelatinous pile of highly produced, under talented, over hyped crap. I really do pity young people today who have never seen a real band perform music so funky you had to burn your clothes after the show.

Sigh!

I hate telemarketers

Once again, these sombitches have carved out an exception for themselves.

Tarmac babies and dog whistles

Now boarding

How come whenever these sombitches decide to do the right thing it somehow accrues to their benefit.

What's wrong with free ice cream for everybody in the vicinity when the ice cream truck breaks down.

Who is this bitch anyway?

I will not go quietly

Don't take your love away

I remember

Finding my way back

Misjudged and underestimated

What it comes down to

Sometimes I wish that there were more straight ahead jazz playing in my head, but this is what I'm hearing so this is what you get.

At least the music is still playing, and there is nothing worse than when the music stops because you never know when or if it will return. The worse years of my life were when the music stopped.

Shoot the jumper

Remember, the best offense is a good offense

The power of zero

The most powerful force in the universe is the number zero.

Infinity seems so, well, unlimited.

But going on forever and ever can be quite limiting. And infinity is not so much a number as it is a concept. You cannot press the infinity button on your calculator.

So that leaves us with good old Mr. goose egg to enforce a limitation on the limitless.

Can't Back Down

This house is smoking

Do you believe

And the band played on

Back Door Coups

What bothers me are the people who wield the alternate reality like a mighty sword. You know the people who piss down your back and start talking about the rainy weather we've been having lately.

You know its one thing to come home and catch someone who has been screwing your spouse and beating your dog but then having the decency to crawl through the bathroom window to try to escape the consequences of their actions.

Its quite yet something else to come home to catch someone who claims innocence because they never got an invitation to the wedding. And what dog? I don 't see no dog! I have never once heard that animal bark. For all I know it is a hippopotamus. Have you even contemplated the repercussions of trying to maintain a hippo in this environment. How dare you expose us to the risk of this hippopotamus. I think you owe the people of this burg an apology

At which point you go "OK then".

Which is apparently the point.

Bring 'em all home

If you're not back in love by Monday

Insane clown posse

Only one thing left to do

The revolution will not be televised

But it will probably need to provide transportation on air conditioned buses and a box lunch with a cookie and a cool drink.

You say you want a revolution

Maybe we need to use our imaginations

That's what I thought you said

What is that old saw about insanity and doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result.

Now that's just ridiculous and absurd

Black people in the White House press corp asking questions indeed!

Peace

Good luck to us all

One and one and one is three

When its sleepy time down south

Analyzing White America

Cat nip

Try a little tenderness

Meep meep

If you think it is disorienting when you get out too far ahead of the parade,

just think how confusing it must be for all them sombitches who missed the turn

Lying on the truth

You can fool some of the people all of the time

and all of the people some of the time

But you really should try not to bullshit yourself

Gator Bait

Ugly

It seems to me that pigs enjoy pig wrestling way too much and perhaps they should pay for the privilege of being wrestled!

Train tag

When I was a kid we lived on the outskirts of a nascent industrial park/declining military base. Consequently, there was a freight train line that serviced the area. Since we were pretty much at the end of the line the train was moving at a snail's pace by the time it got to us.

That's right friends and neighbors, the railroad company was veritably begging the neighborhood rats to mount their bicycles and engage in a friendly game of train tag. And no, we didn't wear helmets.

Now this was in the days before high tech trains so there was still a brakeman riding in the caboose who's sole job was yelling at the game participants which was interpreted to be the railroad equivalent of "hey you kids, get off my lawn."

There really weren't a lot of rules to the game but I remember there were three very important rules. The first involved convincing the locomotive engineer to give us half a toot on his train horn. The second was throwing rocks at the brakeman. But the third rule was sacrosanct, inviolable and adhered to without exception to wit, when the train comes through get off the goddamn track!

Other than that, game on!

It don't mean a thing...

Be Lonely

Slow hot wind

Angel flying too close to the ground

Don't Stop

Wise One

Oh wise one
I've been told you're truth and the light
there have been so many others who came in your name
please answer me true

Reveal the mysteries of life
God's wisdom sometimes I can't comprehend
Take me wise one
straight to the path
of the living waters

Oh wise one
I've been told you're truth and the light
lead this blind man out of darkness
please open my eyes so that I may see

How do I conquer myself
A war is raging inside for my soul
Take me wise one
Straight to the path of the living waters

Dwight Trible

Stuck in the middle

Beauty is only skin deep

Everything must change

It Gets Even Worse

Happy birthday America

Perhaps it should now be forty acres and a cadillac

Cognitive dissonance and group think

People cannot be easily dissuaded of their ignorance

When they believe a lie no amount of factual information can relieve them of their ignorance.

And trying to relieve them to rapidly could cause them to develop a severe case of the mental bends,resulting in convulsions of outrage

Better to bring them up slow and easy

I believe in you

Black Jesus

Now that we found love

Go and sin no more

So what?

Uh oh

Somebody is fixin to have a Wylie Coyote moment

Lord its me again

Stirring the soup

Here I go again

Street Smart

...Right on

Some of us were born with money to spend

Some of us were born for races to win

Some of us are aware that it's good for us to care

Some of us feel the icy wind of poverty blowing everywhere

But those of us who simply like to socialize

But those of us who tend the sick or heed the peoples cry

Let me say to you ....

It's easy to remember

While it appears that the Supreme Court decision to not require a court appointed attorney for non custodial parents facing incarceration for failure to pay child support is a blow to parental rights, nothing could be further from the truth.

If you read a little further into the decision you find that they determined that State courts must conduct such proceedings in a fundamentally fair manner. For those of you who labor under the delusion that this ruling is just a reiteration of rights parents were already entitled to as citizens living under the constitution of the United States please allow me to disabuse you of that notion.

Perhaps it might do each of you some good to spend an afternoon down at your local Family Court watching them dispatch these matters with all the delicacy and deliberate consideration of a professional dodge ball tournament.

And that, friends and neighbors, is so very hard to forget.

You don't have the right

to use a child of mine
to keep me in line

Steps ahead

Somewhere along the way we got the idea that fathers were expendable, optional, purely a biological function and not really necessary.

How's that working for ya?

Happy Father's Day

Return to Forever

Ears Ring

Everybody wants to rule the world

And the battle rages on

And to think they tried to axe Sesame Street

That may be all I need

There is a reward for me

My life is music

Pay the doctors boy

OK, I am convinced that on some level this is seriously racist.

But until Reverend Al calls a press conference this is funny as hell.

Beer as a medium of exchange & store of value

Gimmie A Pigfoot (And A Bottle Of Beer)

Its the way nature planned it

Sometimes it takes balls to be a woman

Véu da Noite

Bankers nothwithstanding...

Shouldn't folk who get too far out on the limb have to hang there a while suffering for all to see lest everyone get too rambunctious during the next acorn harvest.

Isn't it basically the depression babies who fueled the greatest economic boom in the history of the world with a savvy mix of hard work, thrift and consumerist consumption for the benefit of their less industrious offspring.

These sombitches here have only seen the consumption side of that equation.

So the point is maybe it's more than just dogma and ignorance that is carrying the day.




Remedial version.

Sick and tired of all of yuns

Idle moments

Yeah baby

Expletive deleted

Baltimore Oriole

Be anything but be mine

Sack full of dreams

Be anything but be mine

Needed time

It's so peaceful in the country

Searching

There was fog on the road so I guess no one saw me arrive

I just wanted my chance to dance

I comin home

Everythang has got to get better

Lil' ghetto boy

Walt's first trip

Goin to Chicago

Let's try that again

Goin to Chicago

There will be peace in the valley

We've only just begun

Ketch a Vibe

I gotta find peace of mind

This was arrived independent of this but since the copyright po po's got the original I think I will leave it in.

Life is a big circle, and only a day late.

Time will tell

I'll tell you when

Never too much

Here and now

Love won't let me wait

So you can tell time

Happy talk

When the world is at peace

Quiet Storm

The paranoids are after me

Nary a peep...

...have I heard about "responsible" motherhood, making amends for past transgressions, doing the right thing or generally getting one's shit together.

All anyone is talking about is celebrating and honoring the female parental unit, nothing else.

Mother's day is turning out to be nothing more than a universal celebration of motherhood, as it should be.

Let's hope the pattern holds through June.

Happy Mother's day

Frontin'

What you mean we Kemosabe

Everybody loves a winner

Vulcan mind meld

I am your mind

The crack dealers made me a crack head

So if you want to find out who is responsible for me stealing the copper out of your air conditioner you should ask the people who supply me with it.

I'm just a crackhead doing what a crackhead does, I'm not responsible.

Well well well

Lookey who's forsaken the Marquess of Queensberry and started trying to bring the heat

Looking for love in all the wrong places

Can we not develop a plan that does not include morons

How could I let you get away

Simply stunning in its depth, breadth and width

Andy this is big

What in THE hell

is wrong with you people.

Sorry to be late to the party but Easter still has me reeling.

Normally I avoid family Easter dinners like the plague but hey, even a jazz man gets hungry for a good feast from time to time so I showed up this year.

Apparently things have changed since my last celebration. As the playas are fond of saying "they got the game all messed up".

I refer to the apparently burgeoning tradition of having the Easter egg hunt with plastic eggs filled with cash. It seems that this is a thing and lots of people are doing it.

What is wrong with you people. I mean what is the message here, that Jesus died so you could hunt for cash in the bushes.

I am just as much in favor of a good misdirected holiday as the next person. But things have gotten out of hand.

When I was a kid your mother helped you make your own Easter eggs with those little vials of food coloring that only came in the primary colors. You soaked your boiled eggs one at a time in a coffee cup of the hot mixture for a few minutes and you got a colored egg. And in the process you learned useful shit like mixing yellow and blue together produced green eggs.

But the only things kids seem to be learning now is "that bitch betta have my money"

Opportunity

So far away

Being at war with each other

A mighty evil indeed

Thundercat

When you absolutely, positively need to be the baddest ass in the room

accept no substitutes

But you don't have to dance to every tune

You gotta serve somebody

I shall be released

If you let me

I want to be free

Rope a dope style

Where do we go from here