Bardo

In the desert by myself i can

find the goodness in you again,

when the wind conducts an orchestra,

creosote, sand and juniper,

while Mrs. jones worries about

what Mrs. smith will think tomorrow,

while Mrs. smith worries about the same,

and how much she might borrow,

liberate liberate liberate

songs you can hear in the bardo

liberate liberate liberate

songs you can hear in the bar

Lack of ceiling was something I sought

to meet you beyond fallible

so the sky and I we schemed and thought

but one of us was too gullible

an’ all the tv’s around the world,

broke out in unison, you’ve used us wrong

gone on too long

organized, got our own union

liberate ......

....here we are, well it’s so nice to see you again,

it’s been so long and I don’t even remember when or how

we lost touch

what was so important then don’t mean that much,

nah don’t mean that much, don’t mean anything at all.

liberate......