POST HYPNOTIC VOODOO

POST HYPNOTIC
VOODOO
ROLLIN ROUND
MY BRAIN
I CAN'T HEAR
NO MUSIC
CEPT THE WHISTLE
ON THE TRAIN

THE RUMBLIN
AND THE THUMPIN
WHAT A SWEET SOUND
TO MY EAR
I GUESS THAT'S
REALLY MUSIC
WHEN YA HEAR IT
LOUD AND CLEAR

JUST LIKE A
DESPERADO
I'LL BE RIDIN
ON THE RAIL
PLANNIN
WHERE I'M GONNA GO
WHEN I
GET OUT A JAIL

TO THE LAND
OF EASY FIXINS
WHERE THE WOMEN
ALWAYS SMILE
WHERE SOME POST
HYPNOTIC VOODOO
CAN FIND ME
DRESSED IN STYLE

Bobby Jameson June 14, 2009

DREAM UNTIL CREATED

LOOKING BETWEEN
THE PIECES
OF MYSELF
THE STEEL BEAMS
OF SELF DECEPTION
AND REFLECTION
CRAWLING IN AND OUT
BETWEEN THE LINES
OF BEGINNING
AND END
SPLIT BETWEEN
LIGHT AND DARK
AND THE REST OF IT

SAFETY
DOES NOT EXIST
BUT IN THE MIND
LIKE A PROMISE
KEPT
UNTIL BROKEN
THE ALPHA
AND OMEGA
OF TRUST
SINGED BY REALITY
KILLED BY TREACHERY
AND REBORN
LIKE THE PHOENIX

LIVING IN
THE STONE ITSELF
A VIEW OUT
BEING THE THING
YOU DREAM
UNTIL CREATED
CAST LIKE
A GOLDEN STATUE
ON THE FACE
OF GOD
SEEING THE THING
THOUGHT
AS COMPLETE


Bobby Jameson June 5, 2009

MERRY CHRISTMAS

LOW BALL LIFE
THAT KILLS THE SOUL
LONELY DAYS
WITHOUT CONTROL
DYING CRYING
TRYING TO MAKE IT
DAYS OF HELL
WHEN I CAN'T TAKE IT

CHRISTMAS COMES
IN BLACK DECEMBER
JINGLE BELLS
AND RAZORED EDGE
I JUST TRY
TO KEEP ON BREATHING
THIS MY GOAL
MY ONLY PLEDGE

HAPPY PEOPLE
LOOK AWAY
PROTECTING SMILES
ON HOLIDAY
NOTHING'S GOING
TO CHILL THEIR BONES
LIKE DESPERATE DAYS
OF THOSE ALONE

BACKS OF BACKS
NO FOND GOODBYES
FACELESS PEOPLE
WITH NO EYES
HEARTS THAT FREEZE
DEMANDING MORE
FROM THOSE WHO PANIC
AT DEATH'S DOOR

THESE WHO CLAIM
THIS AWKWARD STANCE
HAVE LEFT THE WEAK
TO LIVE BY CHANCE
WHILE THEY WILL NEVER
KNOW THEIR CRIME
BUDDY CAN YOU
SPARE A DIME

ARGUMENTS
THAT THEY WHO DIE
WERE SOMEHOW WRONG
AND WOULDN'T TRY
TO SEE THE WORLD
IN BETTER WAYS
WHILE HELL STOLE ALL
THEIR FINAL DAYS

Robert Parker Jameson Dec 23, 2008

CRIPPLED HEARTS

CRIPPLED HEARTS
THAT BEG TO LOVE
LIKE BROKEN WINGS
ON CRIPPLED DOVE
IS PEACE A THING
WE VALUE LESS
THAN MONEY POWER
AND THE REST

EYES SO SOFT
A FACE SO SMALL
CRUSHED BENEATH
THE STRONG AND TALL
CRIPPLED WINGS
IN CRIPPLED FLIGHT
WHEN IF EVER
WAS THIS RIGHT

LITTLE HANDS
THAT TOUCH THE SKY
LITTLE LOVES
THAT PASS US BY
TEARS FROM LONELY
HEARTS THEY FLOW
LIKE BLOOD TO
EVERYWHERE THEY GO

CRIPPLED LEGS
ON CRIPPLE CREEK
LIFE IS MORE THAN
TONGUE AND CHEEK
BUT CRIPPLED HEARTS
ARE LONELY DAYS
THAT PEEK AT LIFE
IN CRIPPLED WAYS

WARS ARE WAGED
BY WEAKER MEN
WHO’S GREED AND LUST
BECOME OUR SIN
IT CRIPPLES US
WITH PASSING TIME
THESE CRIPPLED THOUGHTS
FROM CRIPPLED MINDS

Robert Parker Jameson Mar 14, 2008

ANGEL MERCY MOTHER MAYHEM

ANGELS CRY
AND WATCH THE WAR
CRYSTAL TEARS FALL
TO THE FLOOR
FEATHERED WINGS
AND GOD'S OWN HAND
ARE SCATHED BY FIRE
JUST LIKE THE LAND

MAN'S MACHINE
OF DOUBLE THREAT
HAS NOT FOUND
A WINNER YET
GROANS LIKE
TORTURED CATTLE SOUND
COUNTS EACH LOSS
AND LOSES GROUND

ANCIENT MYSTIC
MOOD SADISTIC
WE COULD STOP IT
IF WE'D RISK IT
KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT
NEVER SAYING
THOUGHTS THAT DEEP
INSIDE YOU'RE PRAYING

ANGEL MERCY
MOTHER MAYHEM
INSIDE OUT
MY OTHER STRAY HAND
DOESN'T KNOW
WHAT IT IS HOLDING
HEARS ITSELF
ANOTHER SCOLDING

SOMEWHERE SOMEHOW
FIND THE GUMPTION
STOP THE MECHANISMS
FUNCTION
HERE I AM
BUT HERE WHAT FOR
TO STOP THE GODDAMNED
FUCKING WAR

Robert Parker Jameson April 25, 2008

COSMIC DREAMIES

WILLOW WEEPS
SUCH TEARS LIKE BLEEDING
NEVER FINDING
WHAT SHE'S NEEDING
IVY CRAWLS AROUND
EACH CORNER
OF HER DREAMS
THAT DIED THEY MOURN HER

SEPARATE TIMES
AND SEPARATE PLACES
DANCING GAZE
OF MYSTERY FACES
SHE CAN CALL ON
ALL HER SADNESS
REALIZE HER
LONELY MADNESS

DIMNESS IN EACH
EYE OF LOATHING
SEEN IN CHOICES
OF HER CLOTHING
CAN NOT STAND
SOME MORE BAD NEWS
SHE HIDES HERSELF
IN HIGH HEELED SHOES

SHE'S THE ANGEL
COME TO FETCH YOU
BACK TO ALL THE THINGS
THAT GET YOU
AMPLIFIED
IN ALL DIRECTIONS
NOTHING SHORT
OF HER PERFECTIONS

COSMIC DREAMIES
ON THE CEILING
SHADOW SINGS
TO EMPTY FEELING
THOUGHTS OF LOVE
AND THOUGHTS OF HATE
HER FURNITURE
CAN LEVITATE

SPIN THE SPIDER
SPIN THE SILK
NEVER SPILL
THE MOTHER'S MILK
OF WISDOM'S MORSEL
ALL SHE'S GIVING
YOU FOR FREE
TO KEEP ON LIVING

Robert Parker Jameson April 30, 2008

MEAN LIKE BAGGAGE

CRUSH MY MIND
WITH WORDS LIKE RAZOR
BLADED CUTS
IT DOES NOT FAZE HER
HOW COULD I
BE SO AMUSED
TO WANT YOU WALKING
IN MY SHOES

SHOES OF BLOOD
WORN WARRIOR SKIN
EAT THE PAIN
OF COUNTLESS MEN
STAND ALONE
ON BURNING STEEL
LISTENING TO
THE WAY YOU FEEL

DEAD YET LIVING
EATING DIRT
TELL ME HOW
YOU FUCKING HURT
JUDGE MY DEEDS
DECIDING FOR ME
JUST HOW LITTLE
YOU ADORE ME

STUDS OF SILVER
IN MY BONES
LEATHER SKIN
THAT LIVES ALONE
EYES LIKE HAWKING
SCREAMING SKY
I MAY STUMBLE
BUT NOT DIE

MESMERIZING
WORDS THAT TREMBLED
EARS OF DEAF
ARE NOW ASSEMBLED
SITTING TIGHT
AND SITTING LEAN
SITTING SITTING
SITTING MEAN

MEAN LIKE BAGGAGE
STILL UNTRAVELED
THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS
ALL UNRAVELED
FLIGHTS TO NOWHERE
JUST TO SAY
I TRAVEL EACH
AND EVERY DAY

Bobby Jameson Dec 5, 2008

A LIVING STONE

OUT ALONG
THE BOULEVARD
LIFE IS SHORT
AND TWICE AS HARD
WHERE LIVING STONES
HIDE ALL THE LIES
DISCARDED THERE
BY PASSERS-BY

MIRROR SKIES
REFLECT OURSELVES
LIKE PLATES AND CUPS
ALL STACKED ON SHELVES
FOOLS PRETEND
TO LAUGH AND SMILE
BUT WE ARE DYING
ALL THE WHILE

MAKE BELIEVING
WE ARE FREE
WE DRINK THE WINE
AND SIP THE TEA
OR MAYBE SIP
THE WINE INSTEAD
I'M NEVER SURE
OF WHAT WAS SAID

LITTLE BISCUITS
FOR A MEAL
TOUCHED TO LIPS
OF COLD ROLLED STEEL
DAINTY BITES
INTO THE SKIN
KILLER LOOKS
LOVE AND SIN

SUSHI BARS
ALONG THE WAY
SINNERS GATHER
JUST TO PRAY
CHAMPAGNE BRUNCHES
CRYSTAL SPOON
AT SUPPER TIME
A SILVER MOON

COGNAC SMILES
AND SEXY CHAT
HANDS THAT GIVE
A LITTLE PAT
SOME TOGETHER
SOME ALONE
WILL SOON BECOME
A LIVING STONE

Bobby Jameson June 4, 2008

THE LOVE THAT CAME

SADNESS KNOWS
NO ONE SO WELL
AS THOSE WHO HAVE
NO ONE TO TELL
THEIR SECRETS TO
SUCH LOVE AND DREAMS
AND LONELINESS
AND HOW IT SCREAMS

LOVELY THOUGHTS
OF GARDEN'S GLORY
LIFT THEMSELVES
INTO A STORY
TOUCHING WHERE
NO ONE HAS BEEN
AND WHISPER WORDS
LIKE LYING MEN

WHY DID SHE
FALL IN BELIEVING
LIPS THAT SPOKE
BUT WERE DECEIVING
PROMISED LOVE
THAT NEVER BLOOMED
GENTLE PETALS
FINELY DOOMED

GLASS LIKE FEELINGS
ALL HAVE SHATTERED
LIPS OF SMILES
NOW GONE AND SCATTERED
LEFT LIKE LEAVES
IN AUTUMN'S CHILL
THE LOVE THAT CAME
THAT DAY TO KILL

Bobby Jameson May 12, 2008

FROM HER LIPS

SHE UNLIKE
THE WORLD SHE WALKS
UNLIKE THE SAVAGE
STINGING HAWKS
OF DAGGER THRUSTS
THAT SOME WOULD WIELD
SHE MORE LIKE
THE FLOWERED FIELD

DESPERATE DAYS
OF OTHER'S QUEST
SHE SEEKS PEACE
AND LOVING REST
AGAINST
THE TREACHERY OF LIES
SHE SEES WORTH
INSIDE YOUR EYES

SOFTLY GRACEFUL
MOVES AS FLYING
SHE CAN HEAR
A LOCUST CRYING
TOUCH A BIRD
AND GIVE IT BREATH
WALKS BETWEEN
EACH LIFE AND DEATH

CRAWLS INSIDE
A SIMPLE STONE
SPEAKS TO WATER
AS HER OWN
AND LIFTS THE AIR
WITH FINGER TIPS
UTTERS MAGIC
FROM HER LIPS

Bobby Jameson May 11, 2008

MYSTERY MEAT

MYSTERY MEAT
IS WHAT I LIVE FOR
GOD IT'S SWEET
I'D ALMOST DIE FOR
JUST A TID BIT
NOT A BUNCH
MYSTERY MEAT
IS GOOD FOR LUNCH

NO TO COCAINE
NO TO BOOZE
MYSTERY MEAT
IS WHAT I CHOOSE
EVEN IF I'M
ON THE FLOOR
I GOTTA GET
A LITTLE MORE

NEVER EAT
ANOTHER MEAL
EVEN IF
I HAVE TO STEAL
LEST IT BE
A MEAL COMPLETE
WITH LOT'S OF YUMMY
MYSTERY MEAT

Bobby Jameson may 11, 2008

BIG SPOKE WHEEL

TURNED ON HEAVY
RIDIN OUT ALONG THE HIGHWAY
LIKE THE SUNDANCE
TWO WHEEL KID...DIG ME MAMA
I'M A WHITE LINE TELEPHONE
PICKET FENCE DANCER
LORD THE DUAL HEADED
SPOKE WHEEL SKID...GOOD GOD
THE DUAL HEADED
SPOKE WHEEL SKID

I'M A BAD DUDE RIDER
DIG THE GRAVEL CRUSHER MAMA
DOIN THE BOOGIE
ON MY HANDLE BARS... NOW LISTEN TO ME
I'M THE BLACKTOP BOOGIE MAN
CHAIN WHEEL DRIVER
MAKIN RHYTHM LIKE A GAS GUITAR
MAKIN RHYTHM LIKE A GAS GUITAR

SPOKE WHEEL SPINNIN LIKE A WINDMILL MAMA
DANCIN IN THE SUN
RIDE LIKE A WILD MAN TWO WHEEL COWBOY MAMA
TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE...NO MAMA
SAY TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE...NOW LISTEN TO ME
SAY TRAVELINS NEVER EVER DONE

I'M A CONCRETE CHOPPER
DIG IT CAPTAIN AMERICA
YA GOT TO RIDE UM LIKE YOU FEEL...NOW DIG ME MAMA
A HIGHWAY MOTIVATOR
AND A HELL BENT ANGEL
JUST A RIDEN ON THE BIG SPOKE WHEEL...NOW LISTEN TO IT
JUST RIDEN ON THE BIG SPOKE WHEEL

Bobby Jameson 1969

LITTLE BIRDS

LITTLE BIRD
BROKEN WINGS
EYES SO SAD
NO VOICE THAT SINGS
WHERE ARE YOU
IN HEAVEN'S PLAN
ABANDON IN
THE SPACE OF MAN

LITTLE BODY
SPIRIT STRONG
WILL PEOPLE EVER
SAY THEY'RE WRONG
OR WILL THE ECHO'S
OF THEIR WORDS
JUST BREAK THE WINGS
OF LITTLE BIRDS

Bobby Jameson Jan 6, 2009

SILVER BEADS AND STONES

MEAN IS MEAN
I STAY AND WAIT HERE
LYING TRYING NOT
TO HATE HERE

BROKEN ARROWS
ON MY FLOOR
NO ONE'S COMING
TO MY DOOR

EAGLE FEATHERS
IN MY HAIR
I COUNT MY SCARS
IN SILENT PRAYER

DEER AND ANTELOPE
MY COAT
SILVER BEADS
AND STONES I TOTE

SMOKE THAT CARRIES
UP MY DREAMS
MY EMPTY LODGE
MY SILENT SCREAMS

SHIFTING SHAPES
MY WOLF APPEARS
FREEING ME FROM
HUMAN FEARS

SACRED PATH
BEYOND EACH WORD
THINGS NO ONE
HAS EVER HEARD...

Bobby Jameson Jan 3, 2009