Golden Mean SOng Written Live 8/23/17 on You Tube. (Memorexia)
I wonder if that song line on cassette tapes is stringing me along across the miles of open desert A lineman high on pole far in the distance a train bell tolls its lonesome sound like the wolves What to take and what to leave behind has been the question all these come along lately years What is Fake and what is real has been the question all these years out in the wilderness (Gonna have to sing my way outta here while I still can with a banjo in my hand with some leftover songs in the car (g)love box I stole from a snowman) If we are only as strong as the weakest link I can't keep carrying it like a ten ton sack of boulders hurts my shoulder We're gonna have to start a new chain reaction we are the missing link to repair this chain of fools misadventure (Sorry this is just the way I think whistling down the wind while I work I know there's a Golden Mean but this ain't the one I've been looking for) Parking lots littered with lost angel artists showing their paintings out of trunks of black limousines. THE feather you gave me in the parking lot of our favorite cafe sinking like Venice Beach is laying on a blank white notecard next to me with the letter I wrote in invisible ink but never sent you until lately Carried by the last wild passenger pigeon ,they thought they killed em all ,but they are like the Russian thistle tumbleweed Escape while I still can on a wing and a prayer while I still can sing real loud in the car I stole from my dad the Sandman….keeper of dreams (Sorry this is just the way I think,whistling down the wind while I work…I know there's a Golden Mean,but this ain't the one I been looking for…
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