Gospel of the Omnisexual
So you cannot really call him "little"
because what he accomplished goes beyond
end to end and then across the middle
spanning from here to far beyond the pond
he taught the Beatles how to sing a song
made heaven and hell sing along as well
with Jimi Hendrix in to play along
On those millions of records he would sell
with the power of sexuality
he embraces us, music as orgasm
the joy of individuality
expression of rhythmic funky chasm
he even survived the day music died
God can't even kill him although (s)he tried
Hail Hail Rock n Roll
Think about it and it makes complete sense
when genius is based on something like talent
instead of fleeting, based on appearance
which even though that might be heaven sent
then the one who writes the songs others sing
the melody, the rhythm, the lyrics
pure the joy those parts together bring
combined within a heavenly matrix
will rise above the talent of good looks
to deliver unto them miracles
felt, seen then written about in books
where dance becomes loving trance spectacles
You'll find Chuck Berry doing the duck walk
his music rising above all the talk
Great Balls
Jerry Lee done gone married his young cousin
what was that good ol boy thinking to do?
Had to realize his career be done in
soon as he put in with her he was through
It's a wonder the law don't lock him up
and then go and throw away the damn key
but when the killer is on the gallop
he might even kill ol' Elvis Presley
No suh that is not the way of the world
his songs will be sung and his deeds unseen
His dirty business needs not be unfurled
Cuz that's only gonna make that boy mean
and we don't want him to hurt no one
or for his rich contract to be undone
It Doesn’t Matter Any More
Buddy Holly died for most of your sins
carried on by an angel with white wings
this is just what typically happens
when one gives to the love of which he sings
something that's bigger than a Cadillac
cruising on down a hot black tar highway
driven by a drunk who is losing track
of the direction but still finds a way
to rave on... and on, weaving, whistling past
with empty whiskey bottles on the floor
thinking this drink will really be his last
that for now at least he can shut the door
But that will be the day he makes you cry
That will be the day when you say goodbye
I’m Walking
When the hurricane named Katrina struck
some said it was God's divine providence
a biblical flood to cleanse all the muck
of sin, many crimes, little evidence
New Orleans' a modern day Gomorrah
turn them all to solid pillars of salt
godless heathens had it coming for a
while, they did, sinners, its their own damn fault
ninth ward, same as the ninth circle of hell
where treachery is punished in shit pools
it was about time but soon time would tell
how Fats Domino wasn't really dead
miracles happen where angels tread
C’mon Everybody
When you have a premonition of death
from that point on you are most tightly bound
to live where every one's the last breath
needed to breathe life into the sound
of fury, longing, peace, love, acceptance
because this will be your last legacy
the only hope for one decent kind of chance
to make sure of a bond with prophecy
because if the air is only wasted
on careless distractions best left unsung
then the fruits of your labor's left untasted
unpicked due to a ladder with one rung
so regardless if death is so certain
there is a bow before final curtain
The Oracle’ Curse
Always knew talent when he heard it
the way a cook knows when the meat's ready
just by the sound of the sizzle; it lit
his imagination, held it steady
so that he could settle the arrangement
the colors of chords in brass, strings, those things
that put light forth from the core filament
in a steady back beat, the triangle's tings
it takes one to know one, genius, that is
for otherwise who would have even known
but you see that was a talent of his
seeing in others how the light is shown
only never to be recognized too
except by those that were the chosen few
One Hit Wonder
Lightning strikes bright light flashing in the sky
the briefest burst of electricity
which lights a fire to just a passerby
prone to his own insensitivity
it rocks his socks off and opens his eyes
wide as can be due to the sudden shock
for it comes on as a complete surprise
like getting hit in the head by a rock
but expecting the unexpected when
you might least suspect it is denial
of life's great possibilities often
it's enough to ruin most people's smile
because if you could see lightning coming
earth angels would not be as becoming
Elvis Left The Building
Through the backdoor he went, he preferred it
out to the dark street completely hidden
because that was the only way he fit
through the door without his getting ridden
by as many hangers on could hold on
the pretty girls screaming, the gossips, good ol' boys
they all take their piece of meat whereupon
stripped naked of all of life's earthly joys
the Colonel makes sure to get his cut of half
of everything including his soul
sacrificing him as his golden calf
to worship the cash cow's blood in a bowl
he promises to handle all life's ills
following to mop up where the blood spills
Three Days After The Music Died
Waylon Jennings counted his lucky stars
because he was supposed to take that flight
getting frostbite on a bus behind cars
stuck in the snow turned out to be a plight
preferable to crashing and burning
in a plane that crashed into a corn field
but that is a lesson well worth learning
because the truth gets finally revealed
Even though on the day the music died
those names would live on in eternity
being reborn's a miracle implied
that close call earned him his posterity
so let's drink some whiskey to the near miss
like Jesus staring into the abyss