Girl Let's Go For A Ride

Wrap your hair up in a scarf
Come on girl, we’re taking off
We’ll crank Blondie till the speakers are fried
Can’t take the top off my Toyota
We don’t care, not one iota
Girl, let’s go for a ride

Come on darling please say yes
We won’t need phones or GPS
My lack of direction will be our guide
We’ll go to Stinson, up Route 1
We’ve got fog, who needs the sun?
Girl, let’s go for a ride

Let’s turn east and drive this sucker
All the way past Winnemucca
Till we reach the Continental Divide
Or maybe it would be smarter
To head south to Porta Vallarta
Girl, let’s go for a ride



This is dedicated to my dog Odetta, who does dearly love going for a ride.  Note that the scarf/off rhyme in the first verse requires a Jagger-garage white bluesman pronunciation: scowrff

This Prison is a Paradise

Once this world was a prison

Enclosed and yet a blank

Now this prison is a paradise

And for that I’ve you to thank

Once I found I was trapped by

Walls I could not break through

Now this prison is a paradise

And for that I thank you

Dreams, ah I have dreams

I see the world breaking at the seams

And yet now I’ve found peace

I’ve found release, yes I’m released

I couldn’t bear this tiny world

That time and trouble shrank

But this prison is a paradise

And for that I’ve you to thank

Happy happy birthday baby

Hey Johny, thinking of you.