Fingered By Fate

Fingered By Fate

 

Born under a bad sign who’s to say               

I wanna sing let the music play                     

Guitar in hand she gently strummed              

I knew not the words so I hummed                

 

She said hold me the hour is late

Go forward we dare not wait

At the end we shall celebrate

For we were fingered by fate

 

The coffee was spiked with Spanish rum

Wine’s the only drink in the Kingdom

On the cross Jesus gave it all

All they offered was bitter gall

 

She said hold me the hour is late

Go forward we dare not wait

At the end we shall celebrate

For we were fingered by fate

 

We made love if you want to call it that

You’re only sexy till you become fat

Kinky women know all the tricks

Round two began I got some good licks

 

She said hold me the hour is late

Go forward we dare not wait

At the end we shall celebrate

For we were fingered by fate

 

I decided I would search out the deeper inner source

I rode with the Apache when the Mexicans came in force

Kit Carson he chopped down all our peach trees

Wanka Tanka he’s coming soon riding the breeze

 

Back to the zodiac deja vous

I can leave everything except you

I kissed her fingers deep in scent

Life lingers one day you’ll repent

 

She said hold me the hour is late

Go forward we dare not wait

At the end we shall celebrate

For we were fingered by fate

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Bombs Are Falling On Berlin

 Bombs Are Falling On Berlin

 

Flower children have grown up they are no more             

Gotta make a living in Babylon the Whore                          

Size of your IRA well that’s the score                        

Bow to the golden calf the masters of war                           

 

The bombs are falling on Berlin

Here we go again war is sin

We didn’t learn our lesson way back when

The bombs are falling on Berlin

 

Pain in Ukraine soldiers are dying in vain

It’s the wicked deed of greed need I explain

Jesus Christ groans they’re killing in His name

Thanks to the banks for playing this evil game

 

The bombs are falling on Berlin

Here we go again war is sin

We didn’t learn our lesson way back when

The bombs are falling on Berlin

 

We’re choosing sides there’s nobody you can trust

The primaeval urge the eternal blood lust

Meanwhile our prisons are bursting the seam

Say hey tell me again about the American dream

 

The bombs are falling on Berlin

Here we go again war is sin

We didn’t learn our lesson way back when

The bombs are falling on Berlin

 

The Dakota shaman walks the plains of snow

He’s searching for the white buffalo

Manifest Destiny taught in Florida’s school

They’re saying slavery wasn’t that cruel

 

Pop stars dream of pop songs the top of the chart

An empty brain a dollar sign for a heart

The ghost of Woodie Guthrie sings a lament

Peace will come only with God’s kingdom repent

 

The bombs are falling on Berlin

Here we go again war is sin

We didn’t learn our lesson way back when

The bombs are falling on Berlin

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Riding For Freedom

Riding For Freedom

 

Living in a one-room shack with a bathroom out back

The world was divided between white and black

It seemed forever we were under attack

Living in a one-room shack with a bathroom out back

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 

Lead Belly sung the blues about Mississippi Rivers

One too many martyrs I’m missing Medgar Evers

Freedom is easy to say but it’s bought with blood

One day good sir these rivers are going to flood

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 

The good die young unless God got a special plan

Children can’t help to grow into a woman or man

Why do they always forget the life of the young?

Like signing a song forgetting the verses sung

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 

We fell in love against impossible odds

They’ll never make it so said the gods

But Love has a mind of its own

And Love is the finest thing known

 

So here the story ends but there’s much more to write

One day the darkness will be turned into light

Jesus was crucified but the tomb is empty today

I’m still riding and I’ll be riding no matter what they say

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 POET TO THE POOR, REVOLUTIONARY POETRY