Experience

These three flew too close to the sun

but now in their embroidered finery
they are pinned to the dust of history
glowing faintly in a junk shop window.
Their crushed velvet rebellion
that once burned so brightly
seems like a trick of memory.
Did it happen? Now all are gone.
Like three tropical deities
they play on. Squandered royalties
and blown amps don’t matter now.
Answering a muse higher than poetry
with their amazing musical alchemy
Jimi, Mitch and Noel: their last show.

Victory party

I came to play you my guitar

Like I done for Obama

I’ve never had no beef with tax

And I’ve made millions with this axe

I know that you have come real far

But I ain’t playing for no liar

The good guys lost, the bad guy won

The hopes we had are overthrown

Now that jackass orange clown

Is gonna run this frikkin town

To celebrate his victory

Would waste electricity

So dim the lights and close the show

We lost, the party’s over now

I aint gonna sing no song

So to all of you so long

The good guys lost, the bad guy won

The hopes we had are overthrown

Now that jackass orange clown

Is gonna run this frikkin town