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Singing to myself the story glorious unfolds.

I start to croon a little tune.

I think of you.

Sweet drops of sunshine the notes tickle like candy.

I’m swept away upon a wave I find escape quite handy.

May I have this dance sweet smiling cloud laugh and blow on by?

I think of you dreamy sweet fantasy, my vision divine.

Instrumental.

A Rocking waltz of dance dogs precious puppies giggle with glee.

Merry little marionetts all cut free.

In the midst of frantic fun dervish whirl about.

A million faces I can’t make out.

Music by Willie Bonham Words by Billy Cohen

It was all about try and sell a little happiness.

Watch the people standing at the bar.

How hard it is to share, how easy to loose a secret.

Tell me what are we doing standing in a vacuum.

Glide on a friendly wind. Catch the train when you can.

Ride that thought until the end.

Chorus: Maybe we’re not fallin’ off the edge just round in circles.

And I’m kicking my own head.

Maybe there’s no knowing as to where we’re going.

But I know that I’ll be hungry till I’m fed.

Music by Avram Lavinsky Words by Billy Cohen

I stood under devil sky
Peekaboo moon come to say hi (Todd this was at Yo-Slamity!!)
I stood looking at the big grin
Teeth open up and said come on in

You better love me love me love me
While you can
Cause I’m dancing with the joker-man
You better love me love me love me
While you can
Cause I’m dancing with the joker-man

I went tango with lady midnight
She said boy you better walk it light
She turned away then turned back again
She said boy walk it light out there by the edge

You better love me love me love me

Music by Avram Lavinsky Words by Billy Cohen & Avram Lavinsky

Summer leaves are turning purple
And the more you look the more you’re apt to say
Summer leaves are turning purple
And the more you look the more you’re apt to say

Gonna play hopscotch on the sidewalk
Gonna skip hop jump all baby up in your head
Gonna play hopscotch on the sidewalk
Gonna skip hop jump all baby up in your head
Kicking cans along the gutter
I wish gravity would go on home to bed

You always laugh I love it
Got to no one else here always does
You always laugh I love it

Music & Lyrics by Doug Haxall

Oh- Ho we’re broke. Oh yes we’re broke.

And we aint gonna pay our rent here any more.

Well the landloard come around here Screamin give me all your dough.

And we aint gonna pay our rent here any more.

Oh- Ho we’re broke. Oh yes we’re broke.

And we won’t pay our Electric bill no more

If I pay that bill today another one just come my way.

And I aint gonna pay until my dyin day.

Well We’re broke. Oh yes we’re

And we can’t afford no car insurance at all.

Hard, hard ground and barefoot I tread it lightly
On the hard, hard ground grow twisted roots
From the twisted roots are growing twisted trees

Green canopy
I am bathed in deepest soothing green
Green, green leaves growing dark and twisted
Twisted leaves upon twisted trees

At the base of the Twisted Trees
I follow you and you follow me
Under the twisted trees, love,
You follow me and I follow you
Watching red turn into green

Crystal dew
Clear and simple
Sitting on the dark green leaves
Rolling slowly, very slowly
Too slowly to perceive on twisted trees

well, the police came to my house last night. it was a hell of a party. actually, our nephew called them. he said we needed a few more guests.... here's what happened. 

hello all,

how are halloween preparations going? have you checked out avram's site : http://spookathon.com/. serious fun for kids of all ages. this year daniel requested we be super heroes. colleen wisely chose a super hero that wouldn't require me to be in tights and a collective sigh was heard coast to coast. i will be the green hornet and daniel will be kato. which coll thought was particularly cool because daniel and i take kung fu.

well, my one week streak of making my own dealine is broken. i know this is a personal problem. thank you for listening. last weekend, i celebrated the 25th anniversary of going to my first dead show by barely sleeping all weekend. nope, no ying yangs, no rock show, no wiggling and no scary mary tyler moore. i worked with colleen on a the nike women's marathon. 

hey all,

alright, i am on my deadline. can i get an amen? almost saw normy. he was in sf for a few days but, alas, a stomach illness prevented our visiting. hope you are feeling better normy. 

the evening we were supposed to see each other, there was a protest at the rockit room formerly the last day saloon. the club i booked for 8 years and normy booked before me and dreamspeak played for luke's bachelor party in 2001.