“Boy your world a mess.”

I hadn’t yet said a word

“And its two women if you hadn’t guessed”

“Boy your souls clogged and rotten

like you’re doing time for a past life that is.”

She waved some rocks and I checked out

“Ah, just women trouble it is.”

“Now you only reckon

A blind man’s obvious son

Ones brings trouble, the other a soul mate”

And she stared as if I didn’t know which one

Now she says, “about that soul, it can be an expensive fix”

And miss I am not buying

But I heed your words, I hear your truth

And for fucks sakes you ain’t lying

Then I steamed ahead into the devils bed

The road map misconstrued

That type of mistake that leaves you undone

A blind man’s obvious one

Maybe in that past life I was a bandit

A harlot, bastard or shrew

For after dealing with one demon

I did it again

My penance accrued

Now that other woman

Left a mimic to my soul

She had been just hanging there

A blind man’s obvious I’m told

Maybe I didn’t want risk freedom

For if one finds the other  both  are owed

For if that other broad was really my mate

Then I must be from Satan’s mold.

Now what to make from witches dreams

Ones stupidity and their means

spinning on what was done

You can change the course,

take another road

And prey it’s not the blind man’s obvious one.

My puppy fed and my kitty pet

but still not kisses for me

Been sweet as can be, even planted a tree

my moneys set and I’m unwed

and still no kisses for me

I’m not bad you see, some parts even called pretty

The lights are red and my whistles wet

yet still no kisses for me.

No kisses for me, oh no kisses for me

Now since I lost that last bet

My hearts been nothing but a lump of lead

So there ain’t no kisses for me.

If not for the money then just to be seen

Even the hater hypocrite hiding a dream

everyone wants a part in the scene

The sun will eventually fade away

Nearly everyone’s bones gives to decay

A nihilist thought sad to say

is the search for the soul the search for fame?

Now if you break it down to who gets it

who really deserves it, who buys it

and if it’s one of the lords equations

I think I found a few errors in it.

Now is it to be heaven or is it to be hell?

famous, nefarious, too many for sale

Can’t buy that type of soul with a lunch pail

It all blurs the line between divine pass and fail

They keep the torture for their coveted baby’s daddy

Disheartened Mr nice guy, don’t give up the fight

You may not nail her in the club

But you can pay her tab that night

You get slapped by the minis skirt,

Heels, showing mid drift

And the girl in the pants suit grabs your balls

to trade for a kiss

Don’t try to make sense or see through their tales

There is only one grade were destine to get

A hook, trap, clap, slap needles and nails

It begins with f and ends with ails

A gay hair cut and full wallet

Though they deny, is your best bet.

Be what they want you to be

If you can guess,

Forget what you want to say

This is a test

One thing I’ll tell you

And let me be clear

If I seems too easy

Don’t let them near.

You grandaddy a democrat

But the repeal of the Jim Crow laws

Certainly did fix that

Now abortion ain’t in the bible

Suppose bigotry and zealotry is

Just gotta look in the mirror

To see what the heart of terrorism is

You sure ain’t your bothers keeper

Nor shepherd of the earth

But your sure good sweating yourself

You’re own pit bull for what it’s worth

Sure got a set of ears

You find for what you look

Just shame you can’t learn to read

From someone elses book

Now the G.O.P a sin to me

How they never took the barbs off the hook

you, their pawn, lies, their knight

and stupidity their rook.

unless it’s the short plank you want to walk

eleven years on a dead mans ship

and not about to start taking that shit

Untold miles to my front door

and if I left it locked I’ll sail some more

I’ll continue on finding clearer seas

without everyone down with that dirty disease

Sail on, sail on

Sail on, sail on

Sail on, sail on

Sail on, sail on

My boat could be prettier, if that what you think

I’ll bet you three times that it won’t sink

I been around I’ve been aground

Been to the east ocean and Island sound

Sail on, sail on

Sail on, sail on

Several ways to pay tribute, always reckoned that the point was moot

Never question the skies above, never allow my feet to take root

When you keep it simple and keep it true

that’s when the true will simply find you

Sail on sail on

Sail on sail on

Sail on sail on

Sail on sail on

Where you tried to justify your conduct

Was like quoting a book you never read

Now yer ain’t THAT dim, so you have a right

But I got that feeling like a fly to the light

That the idea of, me and you is

Sim-ply,  not, too, bright.

“Sometimes there’s a hole in the plan.
Sometimes you out smart yourself
Sometimes it’s out of your hands.
And sometimeeeeeeeeessss
your just plain stupid.”

One can try to understand, can give that second chance

A third a saint, a fourth you ain’t

It sad sick song misdirected I dance

cause I can’t control what in my pants

sure you don’t want to be judgmental

but when the sex is good and you can’t drop the gavel

and who and you is another miss cue

makes you, one, blind, sim-ple fellow

“Sometimes there’s a hole in the plan.
Sometimes you out smart yourself
Sometimes it’s out of your hands.
And sometimeeeeeeeeessss
your just plain stupid.”

As if I was the rottenest banana

But all on the street could plainly see

I’m  a near upstanding fella

It’s a  look (a look)

A grin (a grin)

You see (you see)

Keeps them condemning me

Sure some been slinging stuff

But I’m just here burning matches

Some boys can’t get enough

But I for one got my standards

But It’s a  look (a look)

A grin (a grin)

You see (you see)

Keeps them condemning me

It’s a  look (a look)

A grin (a grin)

You see (you see)

Keeps  women glaring at me

I might look a little rough

But  I ain’t shacking down affections

Ain’t guilty if you haven’t been caught

But the cops still asking questions

They keep on blaming me

As if I was the rottenest banana

But all on the street could see

A was a near upstanding fella

It’s a  look (a look)

A grin (a grin)

You see (you see)

Keeps them eyeballing me

Now I’m not saying

I’m a saint

But now you women and you cops sure aint

You just jealous of a look and a grin

So pretty it must be a sin

But It’s a  look (a look)

A grin (a grin)

You see (you see)

Keeps them condemning me

But It’s a  look (a look)

A grin (a grin)

You see (you see)

Keeps them condemning me