Sometimes it might be best not to even think about what terrible things might happen. It might be part of setting those very terrible things in motion. How can one know?

Amazing we are able to survive with so little knowledge. Amazing we are so sure of ourselves. Or are we just acting? Hoping not to be exposed?

In 1951 I was eight years old but it's all like yesterday. The tumbleweeds and the horny toads. Flying kites so far into the desert air that I couldn't see them. Palmdale, California, 1951 Pretty yellow chickens hating in the sun Fertilizer…

The Cindy I mention in this song is Cindy Sheehan. This was before out trip to Crawford. The rest is pretty self-explained. HEROS No, I ain't no hero, I'm just trying to survive Me and Cindy, just staying alive. Got a hurt in our heart and…

This comes from a Steppenwolf song from back when. It has always been one of the most powerful statements of protest for me.

Refuge into the imagination: Is it crazy? Is it survival? Is desire to survive crazy? THERE SHE WAS Key - G 102811 G She'd been gone for three years now so he'd been on the road Playing every truck stop bar and every song he…

Just trying to capture what happened at my front door just now.

Ever read the book of JOB. I read it the first week I was in prison. It made all the difference.

Sometimes I channel my anger into a song. TRAIL OF TEARS Am Bm/A C/A Am C/A Bm (3) E A CHORUS - Well, the trees don’t grow And the grass don’t grow…

Making a list. Making it long Strange what lists add up to.

Machines can sing too...

THE GIRL HERE IN MY HEART If anybody sees her will you tell her that I love her She might not remember. Now she loves another If you ever see her you will recognize her The girl here in this picture. She's the girl here in my heart If…

Remembering an favorite song...

Just another song about why we should patronize the arts...for our own good.

"Don't mind me. I'm just in love with you. I'll try to stay out of the way..."

She was a lovely waitress at Rhett Butler's in Amarillo back about 1977.

I wrote this with a guy named King Cone and then he disappeared.

What else to say?

There was this display...

I never met Jesse, but I heard her howl in the night, but I heard her pups yelping for whiter they yelp for. She was strong and she was there. And in the Texas night out on the prairie between Lillian and Alvarado I could hear them singing…