Here's a song,Lullaby of Railways ,from Wires|No Wires ,an album at its heart ,dedicated to Poets & artists. Science is the head,Art is the heart. Got the chance to put my hand next to one imprinted in the Lascaux Caves, Many times ,through travels & residency in the desert Southwest,have I sat long days with the pictographs, petroglyphs ,walked the geoglyphs,The facts of science ,with all due respect to the scientific method (which I also love),change as they are replaced with new accepted facts.Art ,however,is an unbroken line of human expression,who we are,and it can be referenced over millennia,unbroken truth.I think of the Kogi people,for first time in London, or anywhere away from their home in Colombia. They were at an observatory,where the astronomer,arrogant,says "Maybe the Kogi will have something to learn from us." (This is from the film Kogi made ,Aluna). He brings out a photograph taken by the Hubble telescope of an infinitesimal corner of our galaxy. Then he is amazed that the Kogi find the only star in the picture,have a name for it ,as well as everything else in the picture! Then not so arrogant!
You say we've never met Who you foolin ? We can't trust the internet We try to light a little campfire, Cause it's a cold thing We've gotta stop censoring our heartbeats Cause baby we go way back But sleight of hand's not working like it did when We were surrealists in Paris cafes, smoking surrealists laughing til we were choking surrealists passing coded time bombs surrealists going green with absinthe. You forgot the words you said even as you spoke em You asked me to marry you 1/2 serious Baby, were you 1/2 zen joking ? But I'll be round to keep em safe remind you to remind me all's not broken As long as I am listening you got my ear, not tin surrealist in a seashell, on the half shell, at the beach side rock n rollin I never surfed but I'm learning how to read a poem You can see a good wave once you've hit the bottom Underneath, the undertow the underworld, the underpinning of it all Then you see, you clearly see the patterned truth unfolding Then you can forgive and let go. I could be Anais Nin and you my Henry Miller but I noticed bohemians and gypsies are both trending so we'll have to settle for our own down low , tailor-made bar (and happy ending) and a rag tag surrealist army. (But now that I've found you, I'll never let you go. Now, that I've found you , do you think I would ever let you go? ) No, I won't hold back I will let go of everything for you babe to mend the fragile links once so strong, for that I'll keep stringing you along, babe It's the bond, the longing.... It's the bond....our long pair bond the song of starlit rails and galaxies spinning. And I will rock you on the midnight train every midnight hour my surrealist hobo of the starlit rails , poet I will rock you on the midnight train to Georgia I'll keep on rockin you on the midnight train to Baton Rouge I'll keep on rocking you on the midnight train to Tupelo I'll keep on rockin you in the bosom of Woody Guthrie's heartland I'll keep on singing Hank Williams' song of the lonesome whip-or-will Don't care about the towns, the flags all I care about 's the soul... AND BOY, do you have soul. That's why I will rock you on the midnight train my surrealist hobo of the starlit rails not ashamed to say, poet ....my sweetheart hobo of the starlit rails, I'm not ashamed to say, he's a poet. and who knows how to spell whip-or-will HA HA soundcloud.com/liz-gilbert/cjdlull1-0 audiosapienliz-gilbert
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