The Tundra Blues (Boreas)

Boreas,
God, have mercy on my soul.
Boreas,
God, have mercy on my sould.
Take me from this tundra,
it’s turning my heart dark and cold.

Outside my door’s a blizzard,
inside my mind’s a storm.
Outside my door’s a blizzard,
inside my mind’s a storm.
Haven’t left the house for weeks,
can’t take this frozen life no more.

Winter days they turn to weeks,
then months, then steal the years.
Winter days they turn to weeks,
then months, then steal the years.
Hardly remember what my limbs feel like,
Boreas get me out of here.

Boreas,
God, have mercy on my soul.
Boreas,
God, have mercy on my sould.
Take me from this tundra,
it’s turning my heart dark and cold.

Fields are white and windswept,
crops and creatures blue and black.
Fields are white and windswept,
crops and creatures blue and black.
Grab your sled and shovel,
head south while you can.

Lightning sparks the sky,
snow thunder rumbles down.
Lightning sparks the sky,
snow thunder rumbles down.
Boreas, is that you?
Deliver me to somewhere warm.

Boreas,
God, have mercy on my soul.
Boreas,
God, have mercy on my sould.
Take me from this tundra,
it’s turning my heart dark and cold.

(3/1/2019: Colectivo Coffee, Madison, Wisconsin)

Get In, Then Fit In

Real chip off the old block. (Get in, then fit in)
Freeze: this is a stick up. (Get in, then fit in)
Welcome back to the nuthouse. (Get in, then fit in)
Grab a uniform and a dose of doubt. (Get in, then fit in)

Twice over to the third degree.
Go forth, plead the fifth if it pleases.
Conceal & carry couple selves around.
Medicate, medicate, and make friends with Jesus.
Oh yeah and did I mention?:
Get in, then fit in.

Why make up your mind when we can make it for you? (Get in, then fit in)
It’s a mighty fine service: do as we say we do. (Get in, then fit in)
Follow closely, take your foot off the brake. (Get in, then fit in)
This is how it’s done, just watch the tape. (Get in, then fit in)

Twice over to the third degree.
Go forth, plead the fifth if it pleases.
Conceal & carry couple selves around.
Medicate, medicate, and make friends with Jesus.
Oh yeah and did I mention?:
Get in, then fit in.

Naturally unnatural habitat.
That’s that. Adapt.

Bad luck? Chin up.
Then get in, then fit in.
First get in, then fit in.

(12/4/2018 & 2/11/2019: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)

Meanwhile, Eventually, Whatever

All control, no control,
nothing in between.
Good at keeping track of things
until I ain’t.

Stand still, fast forward,
rewind, eject.
Pick your poison, swallow hard-
now, what comes next?

Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.
Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.

Kingdom come when I was
out to lunch.
Not gonna wait for me –
just a hunch.

Man upstairs moved
out last week,
satisfaction far from
guaranteed.

Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.
Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.

Modus Operandi:
Pie in the sky, pie in the sky.
Modus Operandi:
Pie in the sky, pie in the sky.

Eventually, everything will occur
so carpe whatever.
Eventually, everything will occur
so carpe whatever.

Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.
Living in the meanwhile.
Sideways my style, sideways my style.

(2/5/2019: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)

What good’s a ceiling?

“When it rains, it pours,”
said the Captain as the water spilled over
what was left of the shore
for the fourth time in as many fortnights.

“When you’ve seen one storm
by golly, makes you want to see ten more.
All are particular,”
said our Captain to the unmanned oars.

“When hell freezes over
better hold on to your four-leaf clover.
So’s the life of a rover:
Make a sacrifice for a roll of the dice.”

“When my ship comes in
will it bring barnacles from all the places I been?
How will I know it?”
the Captain asked as the die was cast and the mast went down.

“When all is said and done,
let it be said: ‘This sailor’s life was hard won.
He went where the voyage was,
slept his nights beneath the stars
for what good’s a ceiling?’
What good’s a ceiling?”

(10/10/2018: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)

Happens To Be

I

A blind and unwise man
once told me:
It’s all a bunch of voodoo magic.
Happens to be
that voodoo magic’s
alright with me.

All I know is
I don’t know.
Answers wait at Raymer’s Cove
on Lake Mendota,
‘pon cliffs limestone.
How the water and wind erode.

Sun goes down
for you to find
traces of another time,
echoes of another life,
smoldering, silently
a silver stream, electra-lasting.

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II

I was
slain,
slain.
Slain by the moment,
slain by the events
I was
slain,
slain.
Slain by the moment,
slain by the events
I was
slain,
slain.
Slain by the moment,
slain by the events
I was…

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III

My fellow fellows:
What’s taking place?
What have we learned here,
if I may ask
at this juncture?

My fellow fellows:
What’s taking place?
What have we learned here,
if I may ask
at this juncture?

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IV

I don’t like being alone
for too long, for too long.
I don’t mind being alone
for too long. For too long.

I don’t mind being solo
for too long. For too long.
I don’t like being so low
for too long. For too long.

Solo
for too long.

So low
for too long.

Alone
for too long.

We’re not here
for too long.

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V

Happens to be
I was
slain, slain.
Slain by the moment,
slain by the events
at this juncture,
at this juncture.

Happens to be
we’re not here,
we’re not here,
for too long.
For too long.
For too long.

Happens to be.
Happens to be.

(9/27/2018: Irish Acres, Mount Horeb, Wisconsin)