In Memory of Russell Means
A
champion of the oppressed
In
blessing blessed
Darkest
demons dwell inside
Doubt,
despair
A
warrior full of Sioux pride
Daring
to care
To
be a light
To
fight the fight
Mother
Earth
Your
son returns
As
in life
As in death
As in birth
A
fire that burns
Box Car Blues
Aero planes flying over box car trains
Were safe and dry nobody dares complain
Michigan Mitch on the harmonica
Woodie Guthrie strumming singing to ya
Oh what joy to be alive and to exist
My eyes swell with tears let the beauty persist
Laughing till our stomachs ache Mister Block
New meaning bout having a head of rock
We are homeless and have no employment
We don’t need a sage to know what joy meant
Happiness is harmony of like mind
Comrades and brothers treating others kind
One companion we see holes in his hands
Even our most ignorant understands
The Lord doesn’t talk but oh he does smile
In that grin the whole of life is worth while
Rich man denies that Jesus ever lived
How then can their sins ever be forgived?
The Son of God lets cocktail parties pass
Cause he’s the Creator imbued with class
Idle chatter on things that matter not
They are gatherings better off forgot
Now a dozen hobos singing in bliss
That my friend is a show one shouldn’t miss
That’s the truth my friend the truest of trues
You haven’t lived till ye hear the box car blues
Murmurings Of A Mad Man information
Pacho The Outlaw Asset
South of the border
Law and disorder
Cruel the desert sands
Of Aztec lands
“WAR ON DRUGS”
A ludicrous running joke
Marijuana, heroin, coke
Big money,
Big business,
Big Trouble
Pacho does a double
The bandito gets his pay
Straight from the D.E.A.
He is deemed safe
An agent of that state
As long as he passes a cut
God bless upward mobility
Everyone is happy
See the grin in the sin
Mafia is a harsh description
All is Official
Legally illegal
But Pacho walks another road
An enforcer with a ruthless code
Competition, endless ambition
Easy money?!!?
An oasis in a waste land of poverty
Murder is the proper tool
Murder is the proper rule
It’ll teach you the school
Mess with Pacho it ain’t cool
Mess with Pacho you the fool
All in the day
Of an asset of the C.I.A.
Bells And Whistles Thorns And Thistles
