Cluck Old Hen (Wondering in the sunprise) Cluck old hen, Cluck and squall; You ain’t laid a egg Since way last fall. Cluck old hen, Flap your wings; You ain’t laid a hen Since way last spring. Some say egg, Some say hen; Some say together, Some neither of them. I don’t know What went down back then; And not sure When it all begins. Two sweet birds In the fig tree; One eats figs and The other don’t eat. Figs on the ground, Roots in the sky; You don’t eat figs, In the roots you rise. Selfless bird Stays on the ground; Helps one bird see Figs to be found Sun comes up Burns each rise; Rooster crows Ain’t no sunprise. Birds they’re friends Sky they fly; Tree they live Without they die. High up a perch To rest their foot; Don’t rise higher if you Cut off a root. Egg from a bird That don’t eat figs; Fig trees born Rise into twigs Twigs they burn Deep inside; Flames in the tree High they rise Some say egg, Some say hen; Some say together, Some neither of them. I don’t know What went down back then; And not sure When it all begins. Cluck old hen, Cluck and squall; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last fall. Cluck old hen, Flap your wings; You ain’t laid a hen Since way last spring

Baby Blues August Baby Baby blues Berries Of Oregon You need them You eat them Just one and You're gone August Baby Baby blues So sharp So sour Free your tongue Its power Your mind Can't help but Follow in time August Baby Baby blues Free tongue Free mind Your heart In divine Deep truth In August Ba be blue August Baby Baby blues Berries Of Oregon You need them You eat them Just one and You're gone August Baby Baby blues

Soma's Garden Tragedy Soma, fire and warmth Burns within all hearts, From the tips of trees, Roots in the ground, When you feel her flow You’re freely bound. Soma flows like water Soma in my soul Soma in my bones Soma in my sounds. Soma, running, Running in the garden New life, coming, Springing from the ground; Soma, jumping, Jumping in the garden Up on the raised bed Jumping on the bed. Soma, circling Circling round raised bed Oak round, oak bed Circling round bed. Soma circling Circling silver pot Silver pot, oak round Circling oak round. Soma stealing Stealing oak round Silver pot, less round. Stealing oak round. Soma playing Playing, round bed Silver pot, oak bed Playing with dread. Soma, fire and warmth Burns within all hearts, From the tips of trees, Roots in the ground, When you feel her flow You’re freely bound. Soma flows like water Soma in my soul Soma in my bones Soma in my sounds. Soma stealing Stealing oak round Silver pot, less round. Stealing oak round. Soma playing Playing, round bed Silver pot, oak bed Playing with dread. Soma falling Falling, silver pot Oak pot, Soma’s head Falling pot head. Soma saying Saying, with oak round Not takin’, not givit’ Leaving her shit. Soma, fire and warmth Burns within all hearts, From the tips of trees, Roots in the ground, When you feel her flow You’re freely bound. Soma flows like water Soma in my soul Soma in my bones Soma in my sounds.

Nothing Singssgnis Reflecting, reflecting Flecting golden white Reflecting reflecting Flecting golden light Steven's bird sang in the palm But the wingssgnis, the wingssgnis Steven's bird sang in the palm But the wingssgnis, the wingssgnis Steven's bird sang in the palm Reflecting, reflecting Flecting golden white Reflecting reflecting Flecting golden light Its fire fangled feathers Dangled down, dangled down Its fire fangled feathers Dangled down, dangled down Its fire fangled feathers Reflecting, reflecting Flecting golden white Reflecting reflecting Flecting golden light The singing's not a reason Why we're happy, unhappy The singing's not a reason Why we're happy, unhappy The singing's not a reason Reflecting, reflecting Flecting golden white Reflecting reflecting Flecting golden light For the wingssgnis for a breath of human feeling, human meaning For the wingssgnis for a breath of Human feeling, human meaning For the wingssgnis for a breath of Reflecting, reflecting Flecting golden white Reflecting reflecting Flecting golden light Reflecting, reflecting Flecting golden white Reflecting reflecting Flecting golden light

Country Blues (Hustling Gamblers) Come all you good time people, While I have money to spend, Tomorrow might be, my trial day And I’ll spend all the money that I won When I have plenty of money, good people Good time people, I’ll pay the way Pay a band play’f’you, dance callin’ tunes Dance till the rooster roses day People need good times, good people Good time people, you’re welcome round Just as soon as my pocket, book be empty Just my few, true friends, to be found. Oh my daddy taught me a-plenty, good people My mama she, taught me more. If I didn't quit, my rowdy ways I'd have trouble at my door. If I had listen to what mamma said I would not be facing life in jail I would not have been, in this sorry state Face rotting life, away I went in that highway bar, good people And I stopped in to get a drink Took a bag of mail standing there I walked away in the rain I walked away in the rain in shame I walked away feeling pain, Just a sorry means, to drunk’n good time ways Good people, knowin’it, bringin’me shame Well if you don't quit your drinkin’ Shameful things, you thought you’d, never do, You'be pulled all around, round just like me To keep good times goin’, good time people too They got the bloodhound dogs on me And they run me up a tree Tree said, “down my son, I shall be with thee, Go on to the penitentiary” (Soma cry) I have a sweet women, good people She has troubles, as do I Did I treat her well, left alone to dwell? Thinking now, I hang my head and cry. Last time I seen my good woman, good people, She had a wine glass in her hand, She's a drinking down, her troubles With a low-down sorry man. I wrote my woman a letter, good people, I told her I was in jail. She wrote me back, her heart answered Saying "Honey, I'm a-coming to go your bail." In the bottom of the whisky glass, The lurking devil dwells. Oh my god, why you set, these wicked ways Amongst the people? it’s just hell Give me corn bread when I'm hungry And good corn whisky, when I'm dry And a true loving woman, to stand by my side Sweet heaven when I die Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people, Make it deep in that cold cold ground Come around all you good time people True friends, see this rounder go down. When I am dead and buried, good people And my pale face turned to the sun, With my casket filled, with moonshine whiskey Drink with god, as my journey rolls on.

Bottom Feeder And I ask you why? What is floating by? Is there anything, You’d like to try? Is there anything You'd like to try? Swimming round the bottom of the deep blue sea Lookin' at everything sinking down to me The folks at the top, well they think I'm a fool Cause I'm living at the bottom off of their stool Whales and dolphins, all nose and brains Can't understand it keeps coming down the drain swimming through the oceans playing their games most folks can't join in, they all gone insane Swimming round the bottom most every day Working on my stocks for future pay Cause when the folks at the top have done gone through They'll be swimming to the bottom looking for food Swimming around the oceans, minding all my dreams With the wheelers and the dealers trying to move in on the scene Kings an' Queens trying to make it their court Building up their walls to keep the people out of sort Have a coat of many colours, a pant and shirt to match A guitar and a fiddle with some banjo pickin' in And we'll dance around in circles, we'll dance around in squares Our waves wash away walls and stairs

Cluck Old Hen (Wondering in the sunprise) Some say egg, Some say hen; Some say together, Some neither of them. I don’t know What went down back then; And not sure When it all begins. Cluck old hen, Cluck and squall; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last fall. Cluck old hen, Flap your wings; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last spring. Two sweet birds In the fig tree; One eats figs and The other don’t eat. Figs on the ground, Roots in the sky; You don’t eat figs, In the roots you rise. Cluck old hen, Cluck and squall; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last fall. Cluck old hen, Flap your wings; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last spring. Selfless bird Stays on the ground; Helps one bird see Figs to be found Sun comes up Burns each rise; Rooster crows Ain’t no sunprise. Cluck old hen, Cluck and squall; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last fall. Cluck old hen, Flap your wings; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last spring. Birds they’re friends Sky they fly; Tree they live Without they die. High’up a perch To rest their foot; Don’t rise higher if you Cut off a root. Cluck old hen, Cluck and squall; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last fall. Cluck old hen, Flap your wings; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last spring. Egg from a bird That don’t eat figs; Fig trees born Rise into twigs Twigs they burn Deep inside; Flames in the tree High they rise Cluck old hen, Cluck and squall; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last fall. Cluck old hen, Flap your wings; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last spring. Some say egg, Some say hen; Some say together, Some neither of them. I don’t know What went down back then; And not sure When it all begins. Cluck old hen, Cluck and squall; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last fall. Cluck old hen, Flap your wings; You ain’t laid an egg Since way last spring