Chronophage
 

Steven Hawking’s Black-hole clock

Devours seconds Time it stalks

 

Teeth descend to punctuate

Dying moments left to fate

 

House of Ruth - Abandoned Time

a memory of echoes’ rhymes

 

gone the daylight burning night

gone the field of play’s delight

 

what was the tune? whence dies the sound

will more this time and place be found?

 

Summer ends and walks away

takes the ball and will not play

 

Autumn grumbles in the rain

in burning leaves in harvest grain

 

Winter hovers in the dawn

with icy breath it clothes our lawn

 

a dream of Spring glows through sleep

to warm the world to promise keep

 

the hour runs fast the minute slow

Chronophage won’t let us go

 

Are we doomed will being cease

When ends our corporeal lease?

 

Or, will escapement never end

And bring us back to play again?

 

Don’t look back nor live in dread

Look beyond the sky instead

 

Until the body breaths its last

Whither slow or stopped or fast

 

Time is ours to mold and shape

 To Wisely craft our own escape.

 

 

9-23-08 - Champagne & Reefer
9-23-08 - Feelin’ Alright
9-23-08 - Going Down With Dow Jones
9-23-08 - Just Phillin’ Ya In
9-23-08 - Live With Me
9-23-08 - Love Her With A Feelin’
9-23-08 - Midnight Rambler
9-23-08 - Paper Thin 1
9-23-08 - Paper Thin 2
9-23-08 - The Weight
9-23-08 - Things Have Changed
9-23-08 - Vampire Blues
The Players

Phil Seidl		Percussion, Vocals
Tom Erger		Bass
Scott Larsen		Guitar, Vocals
Dave Bader		Drums, Vocals
Mark Nicolay		Guitar, Vocals

Keeping up with Dow Jones

Babe you seen them Boys glidin’ in the glitter of The Street

And they swear to you “Honey round the corner’s somethin’ Sweet”

They keep pushing pen to paper ‘til the Stock Market groans

Feel the greed feed the hunger  — Keeping up with Dow Jones

They scored me for eight hundred on my loan application

No job no assets – lightin’ up Sub Prime Conflagration

Lord they set me up Honey then they broke my back with loans

To them its just a game called – Keeping up with Dow Jones

They foreclosed on my mortgage after jacking up my rate

I cried for Uncle Sam but Congress told me to wait

Folks like me are working hard just paying for our homes

Losing everything we got – You Keep up with Dow Jones

A new wave crashed Wall Street and the Bear and Bull went down

AIG, Fannie Mae, and Lehman brothers look like clowns.

Wall Street boys feel the chill that washes through to their bones

Let ‘em ride the market slide – going down with Dow Jones

Nightsong on the Cedar

Toilets are missing - FEMA to blame

Mayor asleep in the meeting - again.

Back-assed cars parked in the street

Summer collapsing cooling the heat.

    Raze the houses, raise the bars,

    gut the buildings, count the scars.

    spread the word, share the blame,

    roll the pictures frame by frame.

Refrain: (reality is the garden by your home where I read the news from some exotic world

             and grind away the edges of the moon to let the night sky flow and swirl.)

    Hole in the sky in the shape of a friend

    how seamless is life right up to the end

    when is the first time i truly belong?

    when is the last time I’ll sing you a song?

a jumble of answers hangs on the air

choosing at random the questions we bear.

grieving our follies, shining through rain

up through the clouds an earthward again.

(Refrain)

       sometimes Home ain’t home enough for me

       let the world pass on and leave me be.

       the lies they tell on my t.v.

      are truths to pluck form a poison tree.

Let FEMA play - the mayor nap,

while Summer dies and candidates rap.

We’ll be long the river tired to the bone

tending our garden - saving our home.

 

9-9-08 - Born In Chicago
9-9-08 - Champagne And Reefer
9-9-08 - Essence
9-9-08 - Everybody Wants To Go To Heaven
9-9-08 - Just Phillin’ Ya In
9-9-08 - Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door
9-9-08 - Long Time Gone
9-9-08 - Loser
9-9-08 - Monkey Man
9-9-08 - Payday
9-9-08 - Perfectly Good Guitar
9-9-08 - The Thrill Is Gone
9-9-08 - The Weight
9-9-08 - Who’s Been Talkin’
The Players

Jim (Zeke) Schuller		Harp, Percussion, Vocals
Phil Seidl		Percussion, Vocals
Don Tyler		Guitar, Vocals
Tom Erger		Bass
Scott Larsen		Guitar, Vocals
Dave Bader		Drums, Vocals
Mark Nicolay		Guitar, Vocals