Words will be typed
Hand with pen or fingers tappin
To yourself you are hyped
The brains between 2 ears
If you must
Tap ting tinny tiny thing
Prove to yourself you are free
Sing "I am free"
And don't listen
Remember how this now was all about the sad-eyed easy…Continue
I’m a cotton seed sower, the righteous whistle blower
the stand-in or stunt man for the star
I get down on all fours when I’m scrubbing your floors
I rub the shine right into your car
I put no one above you for as long as I love you
and that’s as long as the oceans will…Continue
There is an invisible weight on my left shoulder. The sensation so omniscient it keeps me sane to read the lyrics and chords to songs as I play and sing. Even ones that I already know. Without something as structured as sheet music in front of me my improvisation is destined to break into tiny shards of shattered crystal.…Continue
Both sides rush to the other with tears in their eyes
Hugging, grasping each other's shoulders, weeping, laughing
They see the error in their own ways, in each other's ways
But that's all over, trashed, the awakening was not only spontaneous . . . . .
I am the media. And the sooner I can put the emphasis on the verb - "i AM the media" - the sooner our legitimately frightened children will have a voice in the media they can trust.
All the young people in my life know this. They know my news is unquestionably raising the flag of genuine good will.
Sometimes style really is substance. The thought runs counter to the warts-and-all picture of reality easy…Continue
The hardest part about adding a blog post is letting go of everything else. Yesterday's song, last week's reactive state, the surrender to 5D - they come with this meditation and yet are not this moment. Instead, this is an open diary. For a few minutes this meditation is the formation of words, a sudden extroversion out of a solitary life.
And you are the readers who understand this. We all lead solitary lives. Solitude is definitively hermetic, and Tao and Wicca. Beloved TI…Continue
Long live Rock! And with so many famous musicians making obituary headlines, the anonymous Sav rocks softly, enduringly, hearing the rock'n'roll rhythms left behind.
The only thing worth writing about is the part readers never hear: my voice.
No one heard me sing in 2016. That may not be true. Neighbors may have heard me singing out of my window. The architects below may have heard stomping from the ceiling. The man who lives on the other side of my bedroom undoubtedly…Continue
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It is wonderful to sip coffee, check my mail, and be greeted by appreciation! As a Featured page, I must post some treasured lyrics, and what no better way than to bring back this one. Rosey Cross and I bonded over this piece in the same period (last year) when I taped it (more spoken than sung) with Bowie's fun-spooky "Sense of Doubt" as the backdrop. Years and years went by before this one surfaced with RC and DB as my twin muses - because the original changes were very hokey. the poetic…Continue
I love my Temple Illuminatus moniker, and naturally I came up with it thanks to an article Rosey Cross sent to my way. Actually, the full name is Doog era snodoc AND ym.
Still, there is no getting away from the body and behavior I occupy belonging to a man named John Savlove. And having worked all these years on refining a tone I'm not about to radically change my prose style under a temporary new identity. Before the Mac Pro, and Rosey, life was…Continue