Your harmony,
I’m peace,
You’re peace.
I’m harmony
You’re peace,
I’m peace.
Trading places, holding hands,
Spinning circles, humming tunes,
Honeychild, honeybee, killer, killer, sweet queen bee.
My fortuneteller rose today,
He say Ami a Jewel.
I say,
You read me right today,
Ami arose a Jewel.
So, I walked around today,
I walked around a jewel.
I walked around. A Jewel today.
I walked around you, Jewel.
Today,
I …
Tiptoed tulips, sang from vines,
I whisper-willowed Father Time,
Dark with wolves and bears and me,
I danced with Father Time.
I walked around you, Jewel, today.
And this is what you said:
Your fortuneteller’s good, Ami
He’s Tejas through and through.
His friend he told, so, Friend, unfold
Yellow brick, Red-carpet Gold.
The road is narrow, paved with thorns,
It’s true – it’s widely told.
But, your fortuneteller’s good, Ami.
He’s Tejas, that’s for sure.
Today, he rose, his friend, he chose.
Ob La Di Bla Da.
He called Ami a Jewel today,
You walked around a Jewel.
Your fortuneteller’s good, Ami,
He’s Tejas through and through.
Now, have ‘im go and tap Ms. Jones,
So she and me, we both can be
As one and all as three,
You and me and Missus Jones, we
Wanna walk with you on a cloudy day,
Fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high,
Won’t you … won’t, oh won’t you…won’t you…
Amie, whatchya wanna do?
I think I could stay with you, for a while,
Maybe longer …
Oh, longer if I do … and I keep ….
Fallin’ in an’ outta love with you,
Amie,
Fallin’ in an’ outta love with you.
Some? Times? Some … times… sometimes I just don’t know what to do,
I’m fallin’ deep, I’m fallin’ deep, but it’s so steep, its very steep, I’m fallin’ fast, I’m fallin’ fast,
Tell me, Amie, what to do,
What are you gonna do,
Amie?
Amie, whatchya wanna do?
I keep fallin’ in an’ outta love with you,
But I was meant for you, and you were meant for me.
Yeah, I was meant for you, but I don’t know what to do.
Ah, come on now, gimme some sugar, gimme some sugar, little honeybee,
Honeybee, honeychild, killer, killer, sweet queen bee,
I was meant for you,
And you?
You were meant for me.
So come on now and gimme some sugar.
Gimme some sugar little honeybee.
I’ve told you now,
But you don’t know it.
I’ve told you now,
But you don’t know it.
Twice you want it,
Once I’ve told it,
One more time,
Plus that is twice.
Twice you want it,
Once I’ve told it.
One more time,
Plus that is twice.
I’ve told you now,
But you don’t know,
I’ll tell it now
Again
Another way, but still the same,
The story twice is telling.
Your lullabies are not a dream,
Your lulled goodbyes are not a dream,
They’ve been sung,
Oh,
They’ve been sung.
They live.
They’re not your dream.
Young girls under tree leaves
Brown, and gold, and yellow green,
And sunny-speckled, fairly freckled, cheeks of red and pink,
Oh, yes, my Jewel
Your lulls, your byes, your lullabies,
Your Faeries sing them far and wide.
Your deeds are stacked, Jewel,
Ten miles high,
Your Karma’s still not budging.
Bullfrogs croak, crickets chirp, your judges all are judging.
Your deeds are stacked, Jewel,
Ten miles high,
Your Karma’s still not budging.
Your Karma’s not budging.
Your judges are judging
The wrong stack of glittery deeds,
So tell your judges, Jewel,
Tell ‘em go home,
Go find someone worth all their judging.
For I’m going, I’m going, I’m going back home
Back home where I once belonged
Back on the good ship lollipop
It’s a sweet trip to the candy shop
Where bon bons play
On the sunny beach of peppermint bay
Back on the good ship lollipop
Back home where I once belonged
For I’m going, I’m going, I’m going back home,
Back to the top, the tippity top, of the big, big rock
That big rock candy mountain
Where marshmallow skies tell strawberry lies
And the blues are sweet marmalade fields.
Abbey Road is forever and
Lennon Imagines his pie
In the sky on the wings of a pig.
The marshmallow skies tell strawberry lies
And we lap it up like water
Ree, watery, watery, wet,
As wet as you get, as wet as you get,
It’s never as wet as it was,
So, you’re goin’ back,
You’re going back home,
To find out how you belonged
Innocent, sweet, but deeper than deep
In something so beautifully dark
As wet as you get, as wet as you get,
It’s never as wet as it was,
So you’re going back, going back, going back
Home,
To find out how you once belonged.
You get to go back, we get to go back,
If only we tell what we know.
You know it, I know it.
You show it, you sing it.
I’ll write it, you read it.
Your riches, my riches.
We’ll both share the wealth.
Those little ones dream such big dreams.
You watch it, you learn it.
You burn it, I’ll smoke it.
Freeing sweet honey-soaked lies
Of bumblebees, dragonflies, and killer sweet
Beautiful killer queen bees
Goddess of lilies, goddess of rain, goddess of daffodils, daisies, and thyme,
Ivies and Ivories, Ashers and Bens,
Of Benjamin, Been Jammin, Benji and Boo,
Big Dee? Cricket? That Asher, … he knew
Which one he called … or tickled, or tortured, or hugged, or harassed, Crickey? Big Dee?
Thing One or Thing Two?
That Asher, … he knew.
C’mon, big brother.
C’mon brothers two. Follow me, Asher, and Big Brother Boo.
Follow me, Asher, and Benjamin, too.
Wendy’s a-nest atop of Pan’s tree,
She’ll spin us all the most colorful tales.
You’ll listen and love her for loving you first.
Benji is jammin’ with Beatle-long hair.
Mommy’s got Magic alone in her lair.
Asher’s Ben-busy, but makin’ some time
To play with you, brothers, to make your world mine.
Atop of Pan’s tree,
We’ll crow and we’ll fly.
I’m busy sweet brothers, but I’m makin’ some time.
You make me yours and I’ll make you mine.
We’ll crow and we’ll fly and we’ll dance and we’ll sing
Up there with Wendy
Atop of Pan’s tree
She plays the flute, she plays with Pan’s harp,
Chimes and drums and birds that sing.
Limes and plums and church bells ring
‘round the rosies, down the hall, pluck a daisy, bounce a ball,
Good is better,
Better best,
Best is better than the rest.
Lennon and Dylan and Harper and Raitt
Are bobbin’ with Marley, Tedeschi and K.
K, oh he’s jammin’
And Benjamin too,
Your Mommy’s our Wendy
And Peter Pan, too.
She Tom and she’s Huck,
He’s Sawyer and Finn.
Brother one, brother two, to each of you, twin,
Asher says, brother, so listen to him.
Not everyone lives like this,
Brothers, see?
Not everyone lives at the top of a tree.
With bumblebees doing their deedlebug dance,
With dragonflies casting their blueberry trance.
With lemonade sipping through clear plastic straws,
Now dash away, dash away, Asher, and all.
Your Love and your Faith are buried dark deep
With dirt and with sod. With roots and with worms.
Share a tea with what’s hers and what’s yours.
Your Love and your Faith are buried dark deep.
Tell the story that she already knows,
She’s buried dark deep with roots and with worms and grows through our skin like a glow
She’s a flame of Mom’s Wendy alive in us all.
She brings Daddy peaches,
She brings Daddy plums,
She rinses and pats them and cuts them in squares
With bells on her toes and curls in her hair.
Not everyone’s Mommy is crazy like ours.
Not everyone’s Mommy is so unrefined:
Ours whistles and curses when she forgets that we’re here,
She sings and she dances while she pours Daddy’s beer,
She says “Mommy’s sorry,” when she makes a mistake,
She hates a frog, but she loves the snake.
Mosquitoes are demons – worse than wet floors,
Mommy’s the richest – she’s never been poor.
Our Mommy is goofy, and silly, and sly,
And cocky, conceited, she’ll laugh ‘til we’re high
With happy and golden and blue-purple sky,
Our Mommy obsesses with sharing her sky.
Our Mommy is goofy, and silly, and sly,
Mommy’s “We’ll see,” it only means “Maybe.”
Daddy is jammin’
Benji is too.
Your Mommy’s our Wendy,
And Peter Pan too.
She’s Tom and she’s Huck,
He’s Sawyer and Finn,
No one else lives like this,
Brothers, you see,
This is our Nest.
This is our Tree.
Dad’s playin’ drums,
Dad’s plantin’ flowers,
Mom’s borrowed Wendy’s
Pen for four hours.
She planted her love. She planted her faith.
A river you are, you are, and am I.
Eden needs four – let’s see what we got.
You and you and him and me.
Brother, Brother, Benji, Me.
Brothers, Rivers, Four are We.
So, c’mon, Ivory, let go of Big Dee,
Lennon and Dylan and Harper and Raitt
Are bobbin’ with Marley, Tedeschi, and K.
Mama’s in the kitchen.
Daddy’s at the grill.
Hubbard’s at the Snake Farm,
Petty’s at the Zoo.
Mama’s on the sofa.
Daddy’s in the chair.
Daddy’s feet are on the floor.
Mama’s in the air.
She is sugar, she is sweet.
She is mean, she can’t be beat.
She has tippy-toes for feet,
She hops, she dances in the street.
She is regal, she is wise.
She is coarse and unrefined.
She’s the free in Skynard’s bird.
She’s the wild in every prairie
Flowers, fires, smoke and faeries.
She fears fire, but loves the smoke.
Mama’s in the kitchen.
Daddy’s at the grill.
The clouds are heavy, dark and wet,
Mama’s in the kitchen,
Daddy’s at the grill.
The sky is growling, deep and low,
Mama’s in the kitchen,
Daddy’s at the grill.
The sky will open.
We’ll all be wet.
Somethin' in 'er eyes tell me she full.
T. S. F. Amore,
