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Vanessa of the B-line

V.1
I’ve heard that pretty girls
don’t rides on buses
but here you’re here in curls
and glasses like ordered

V.2
You seem to recognize
that i’m already considering
roman holidays in cafes
and train rides to switzerland

B.1
You and me it’s agreed
got a history already
set-up in fast forward speed
old photos in albums
like a future unspoken
just give in sooner
before my i need a new token

C.1
Already i call you
perfect Vanessa of B-line
Before my stop on davie
somehow gotta make time

V.3
Looking so smart
but I’m too shy to stare
Vanessa in glasses
ponytailed, reading Baudelaire

V.4
Alive in that bus seat
Vanessa you might be
that cool chick inFouevlougs
riding down Cambie

B.1
I’ll wear bow-ties and
serve on faculty
furry eyebrows intact
while you save the world
at ribbon cutting some photo-op

V.5
On the back of my ticket
I’ll pass you a note
off at waterfront station?
i’ll invite you to toke

Refrain
Vanessa act quick now
we’re almost passed the street
i’ll too nervous to tell you
that i think you are
sweet vanessa of the the b-line …

dogma/karma

meaning stuck to ceremony
with duct tape
and question marks

tired books thinking
how you should be
otherwise it’s all right
as long as everything is justified
by candle wax and gilded framed

it’s suppose it to be
the hand me down coincidence
that clouds the fact that
3 or 4 or right or read
isn’t the truth
it’s just 5 and wrong

Road Sign 33-1/3rd

life clipping by
at 33 and one third speed

stand here hugging nothing
count dusty nickels
start looking what road signs say

there are many things i don’t have
tickets, dollars
ways and means

sunday providence
grey like last week
with my bargain matinee cough syrup nod
candy coated hold onto my thick head
next wave goes to mars
next even further
watch the clothes spin
in their fluff and dried
nebulae

i’ve tried it all on bended knees
but i’ll just think here and sit about
lost months and misplaced friends
haggard days and ice cream cones

i’ll stand here
holding nothing
try to think
how i got here
then figure where i am

i’ll stand a shady place
counting nickels

and happenstance
empty out my pockets
on the ground
you can’t trade lint for bread and cheese

it’s cloudier now than
its been for years

i’ve spent daze moving quickly
years dreaming loosely
and hours watching patiently
and weeks muddling and fidgeting

Bridge

i can’t cross into new york city
across the george washington bridge without
thinking about all the letters i meant to write to people filled faces hid behind

through bronx filled places and streets with places
as indifferent as you and me
finding beauty in dirty brick, sweaty shows and musty shit
the world still spinning fast
story in behind those bars
broken worlds and kalidescope glass

But we’ve jumped the hedges
with nothing on the other side
and we’ve sat on ledges
watching from high above the tide
going somewhere
we could’nt’ve been before

and we’ve watched the airplanes
going to someplace far
seen then from the dirt going somewhere low
while they take the people
i’ve never seen

and we’ve stumbled sidewalks
tripped them in our boots
stayed out of the drain grates and
ended up where we weren’t

so tired but sometimes
so inspired bewildered
and in love with something
we’ve never met
and history yet unseen

that diesel smells always
reminds me of being exactly here right about now

these neon lights and cheap motels
styrofoam coffee and sleeping bags

~
but i am going elsewhere
not here but maybe it’ll look like here
i have no way to know
i just hope not

20 Bill

feeling like a 20 bill
stoney drunk
and dressed to spill
onto the roadway
looking like should i feel

the collective sigh
of the worlds sleeping and
sheppards keeping frogs
their head out my roadway way
byways otherwise
i haven’t felt this way
since this time last night
since something exactly like this happened
right on random coincidence standard time

Jiri Bubla / Vlad Krutov

V 1
I get three fifty k
to just show up and play
been three weeks since i lst scored
and yet i still don’t ask for more

V2
I don’t give a shit
if i even get a hit
cause my agent called me again today
and told the check clears either way

Chorus
Hot dogs and vodka
Wash it down with beer
smokies and caesers
i’ve never been so clear

Hot dogs and vodka
half dozen before each game
gimlets with hoagies
maybe thats why i’m so lame

V3
Sometimes I’ll admit
that i’ve done some crimes
stole a smokie from the cart
at granville street and vine …

Bridge 1
In fact, i’ve thiefed em
a couple dozen times
they hard it over
it just ain’t that hard
i load it with relish
and they ask for my two-nie
and by then and eating my napkin and my lord i am running
i’m running, running, running …

Bridge 2
Now here i toil
broke, sad and turmoiled
thinking of all the kids i let down
i sweep up your mess
and you can’t hardly guess
that i use to skate on that ice

V4
But it really don’t matter
if i get any fatter
i can still sweep the wreckage
from the coliseum aisles

V5
When they came out to scout me
they should’ve looked more closely
and discovered my true ambition
ahh the beers, … they steal all my affection

Thunder Bay (Good Canadian Kid)

Right on
That’s cool
A good Canadian kid

Hey yeah
Not too bad
Proud of what he did

They named his Ray
born in Thunder bay
back when still called
something else

Tired hard in school
Not that he was a fool
He just didn’t
care that much

but he won 2nd place
In science class
His volcano
was the best

Played Junior A
But couldn’t go all the way
Just glad he
saved his teeth

He hitchhiked east
half-way at least
almost made it
to Labrador

though he dug the times
left the Celts behind
and took the
rails back west

With a coffee mug
and pawned guitar
he rarely
missed a feast

Crossed the prairies fast
and hit rockies at last
and kept on
rolling to the coast

Grew some grass for friends
and than had to make amends
when the poe-leece
shook him down

after 3 months rest
in suburban house
he was ready
to make a stand

he sat in front of trucks
and sat some more in courts
all for bearing witness
as trees fall to th’ground

now in these older days
almost twice as wise
and he learned the tools
to change the world
he gots to build a life
to prove it can be done

sharp enough to know
to hang out with the flow
and think how he’s gotta
turn to make life fun

he doesn’t forget
that to make it great
you can’t leave
your clan behind

ya gotta be nice to others
help them from time
to time i guess

Coastal Starlight

Coastal starlight
rolling alright
through the moonlight
Past the cedar trees

Puget sound
in the distance
beaches covered with
weathered dreams

Sammamish crescent
Chuckanut parkway
bottle of klickitat red

one long toke now
on the back bench
as we pull through
the darkened hill

drifting nicely
and watching closely
white volcanos
up ahead

i’ve read about
all these mountains
in books by snyder,
old smoke blanchard
and poor dead jean

Riprap pathways
Adams gleaming
in distant
haze up’head

Junipers and scrub oak
give way to spruce
and river camps
where explorers lay

Ahh Cascadian byways
Coastal starlight
With bottle of beside me
of Klickatat red

I’ve watched the junipers
give way to cedars
and seen the volcanos
fade away

If there no mudslides
or strange derailments
soon i’ll be
back home in bed

I stopped in Portland
for the Crystal Ballroom
and in Centralia
for some beer

Left Olympia
far behind me
and Fairhaven’s
just getting near

I’ll trust that
you’ll be waiting
at the grey station
terminal at main

Engine running
three in th’morning
take me home
i won’t complain

terminal city
gets a bit sketchy
and i’d rather
not get robbed

i am worn now
but feeling happy
waiting in stations
and railing lines

i’ve not forgotten
the columbia gorge
at those moments
just a’fore sunset time

Moving Fast

An irish pub
a dirty couch
all day drives
and wretched nights

grinding hard
and moving fast
competing less
if there’s no test

you know the scene
from my notes
just now find out
for yourself

C:
Just say something
that sounds like yes
and we’ll disappear
into somewhere else

When we find out
Where we are
we’ll enjoy it even more
just as long as we are there

Pacific Coast Highway

Down the by-way
Pacific coast highway
It’s my driveway
Since we left
On Boxing day

We left on yesterday
and took the slow way
past manzanita
through to redway

Drove to Phillipsville
into the redwoods
Ate ceviche
at the haunted roadhouse

Headed north
on New years day
took the hard way
o’er siskyou hills

Took turns
driving the curves
rain clouds settle
watch sequoias
grow an inch a day

across the bridges
rolling southway
to pacifica
we’ll sleep well there
til the new day

Couldn’t be greener
onto mendicino
and the open ocean
drop off the sides

On the byway
Pacific coast hi-way
It’s my drive way
all day today

left on boxing day
took the slow day
past manzanita
to redwoods today

then on news years day
take the hard way
heading northwards
o’er icy hills