Nothing ends

Rock n roll’s not dead
Punk’s not dead
Tupac’s not dead
Morrison isn’t dead

Nothing dies
Nothing’s dead
Our grandfathers survive
Voltaire lives on

Monet’s not dead
Van Gogh isn’t dead
Nothing is dead
Nothing ever dies

The world goes on and on
The world spins round and round
Nothing ever ends
It carries on and on and starts again

And in the end
(For there is no end)
It all just starts again.


The mad Greek cafe in baker

It took me a rootbeer on the side of the road at a Greek place in baker to figure out I was starving. My face looked haggard, eyes were shot and wild. I caught myself staring and looked away feeling nervous about making eye contact. Even if it was just with myself in the mirror. I was wearing board shorts, a stolen golf cap a beautiful decay tshirt. The punks heading west all move through place alongside truckers and regular garden variety tourists. Another busy day for baker at the mad Greek cafe.

I’m ok in this, my last ten spent on a gyro.

Then I’m zooming down the Mohave and heading home. The long 15 stretching before us. A long hike till Ncr territory.

Do you need something?

Do you need something?

Sat staring out the window

Not even daring
For a moment-

For a moment
Not even daring to dream

Because why do
And what for?

He said its hard to be an animal

You have to feed yourself he said

He said and sometimes you go hungry

Then there’s no one to help

To catch you up

Just the path you’ve chosen

And your own individual fall

Just being on the road

Rolling baby. We was rolling on a highway of cold gold
And a shining twinning grinning
Soft luminescent
Candle scented
Gleaming lightbulbs
Streaming electricity
Colorado river
Hoover dam utility
Seeing lights ahead
Moon above me
Still fat and yeller
Like some lazy cat
Aww smiling down from dem heavens
A look into heaven
Amongst the desert she is evergreen
Gambling in primm
Almost everything
Watch out for slim
Scum with a gun
Gotta run and hide
Or let the gunslinger slide
While you just run and hide
Caffeine pills
In lieu of cigarettes
Whiskey Pete’s
Rolled on by
Right through everything

Bout 42 miles left
Started in la
Moved on
Felt good
Just being on the road

Road to Vegas

The highway is like a snake
I’m over it
I wanna move on

I wanna get there
I’ve been waiting so long

The moon is bloated and yellow
It rose red
Now it looms
Gigantic overhead

Up ahead
Beneath the yellow moon
Beside the long freeway
The scene waits to begin

Please don’t worry about it

Please don’t worry about it
All the bull that happened yesterday
I’m just trying to sip my coffee
I want to praise the sun
Even on a cloudy day
Is it still may?

Please don’t worry about it
Don’t think about yesterday
You I forgot and
Will you forgive me?
Times are hard
Times is tough
Things are rough
I won’t let it get to me

Would you forgive me
If I forgot
For a moment
We are all breathing
And that the world is turning
And that we have no control

Please don’t worry about it
Don’t think about yesterday
Your smiling face
Was as welcome as the sun
As powerful as the force
That stole a bottle of flor de Cana
And upon impact
Soaked in rum

Please don’t think about it
We can rebuild.


Dream my heart
Dream my love
There is no more sorrow
For your brow

Dream my heart
Dream my lover
Lift weary arms
No more

There is nothing for you
But to have a sweet night
“Things are never as bad as they seem
So dream, dream, dream, dream”

Dream my soul
Dream my love
Wake to find a new shore
And to dream once more

But in your dreams
Do not rest