No accident these scripts and the puppeteers How could it be an accident when you already wrote it all down before? (I should have known over 10000 years) It's only you who's setting yourself up for a fall again it's only you (You hoo) do what you do so you can be left alone in your poem,in your solitary Eden it's only you in your solitary wizard's kingdom. The part you gave me to play I can't play this way, Poker out of season The finest fire of romance at the start but this losing you over and over forever never to have and to hold Learning how to let go tight rope walker no wires, no mirror. Always learning better how to take the fall for you A woman's always learning better just how to take the fall for you. Almost impossible to live with awareness that you will do this hide and seek to get back to your comfort zone cave, prison cell where you think you belong learning better how to feel shame you never feel humble enough. Endlessly bi cycling drunken Li PO crashing into the moon Embedded again and again on a becalmed pirate ship heading South. Forgetting all about your dance partner. (But I should have known) It's only you, setting us up for a fall again... All the mundane things I should be doing today frying pans and fires as if doing something has something to do with anything. You can see that I am floating away You tell me we will never be free Here's our consolation drinking water from a broken cup Here's our consolation prize, baby a tarnished trumpet a busted crooked diadem called POETRY, yeah. (and it's not losing you.... a woman's always learning better how to take the fall for you west of Eden, time is all back words.....
Those who have had the great good fortune to work with Liz Gilbert in music and poetry ( which is not separate from her over the top social activism,organization,entrepreneurial ), know she is the epitome of unique. What most do not know is that she is an explosion of live,improvisational magic ,as to experience this live is a rare public event. GHOST DANCE was one such occasion,where Liz built up the tracks you are hearing live while playing a Martin backpacker electric and bass,slung over her shoulders,gunslinger style. As the layers of sound built , the vocal performance words and all,begin to surface seemingly out of mid air. This is not typical live looping. I guess you could just call it a one woman experimental jazz ensemble. But wait. Over the last two years or so,after Liz closed the doors on the studio arts space in California, she has been experimenting with tiny recording devices,lo fi and so,is this itinerant folk music? Impossible to categorize. Those of us working with Liz on various projects of our own,should have documented her more,in order to share the amazing process. But,we didn't,because her focus was on us,getting the finest sound and space for us,championing us,creating the ground of encouragement and support for us. It may not be perfectly pristine,but it is living ,breathing composition at all times ,whether it is a recorded engagement on a street corner ( with Liz handing out old vinyl records and packets of vegetable seeds), or in a club. We all hope that health issues notwithstanding, more will see Liz live,doing HER thing,,which will always include all of us anyway,because that's how she rolls. Bill Simone ( Tucson bill),NYC.
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