Galiana Blues

There's truth in the city, but reality is in the countryside. If you want to get gritty, I can take you to where Bertha died. This is really an existing thing: I sound like a cricket when I try to sing

The light is upon us there's no reason to hide

There's turtles in here, there's owls in there, and look at the ears on that rabbit! Or is that a hare?

The mind is a whore and a judas, Samsara is covered in grime. In the cup by each door, there's a drop of sarcophagus wine

Greed is endless, corruption is inevitable; if we're friendless, our position won't be enviable. I make no declarations, but Babylon will crook over your spine

The countryside is cleanup time

There's caterpillars, vultures, deer, lizards, garden snakes, possums, frogs, robins, and bears

The bees are so thorough, they put us to shame. They build for tomorrow in a world that will forget their name. Man gave names to the kingdoms and the phyla of things in a typical bid to lay claim to the ring

To the ring of existence. It's that curse of resistance and the gift of persistence that keeps fueling our systems

Tadpoles in the water, dragonflies in the swamp. There is no pathos, no pomp. We are surrounded by friends everywhere