Sara Noznisky of Desire (62)

Sara Noznisky of Desire (62)

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Miss Noznisky of “Desire” leading to Bob Dylan fame

I would like to call you Sara since this is your other name

You have been sworn to silence; what a heavy price to pay

So the lawyers with their lawsuits can be made to stay away

With four children by Bob Dylan and a new life to create

To break silence must be legal as this is not a police state

And since Dylan has been known to sing songs about a lie

Why succumb to legal pressure to be gagged and not reply

“Don’t Look Back” and “No Direction” are revolving in my brain

Suze spoke with great affection of the good times in the main

Joan Baez was very truthful as she turned over some stones

So Sara, please be helpful since one day we will be bones

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I’m delighted to be with you and to have this chat at last

Can we talk about Bob Dylan way back in your distant past?

Was Dylan a faithful husband; did Joan Baez create a scene?

Was Suze a muse for Dylan; what did Albert Grossman bring?

When Bob fell from his Triumph, some allege it was a ruse

To provide a break from touring; the late nights and the booze

Were amphetamines a problem; were his moods creating strife?

Were you happier without Dylan; was life better not being his wife?

“Don’t Look Back” and “No Direction” are revolving in my brain

Suze spoke with great affection of the good times in the main

Joan Baez was very truthful as she turned over some stones

So Sara, please be helpful since one day we will be bones

The End

© Frankie Espirit

Riding on Highway 61 (61)

Riding on Highway 61 (61)

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He hadn’t seen it coming which is usually the way

When you look up to the angels praying for another day

It was really quite a shocker; Dylan had gone for a ride

When an accident unfolded that wounded him inside

Bob Dylan’s Triumph motorbike

Was a cool and mean machine

Demanding jeans and leather

To be anything but clean

This was certainly the image

That the Press liked to put out

When Bob Dylan hit the tarmac

Like some God forsaken lout

It was cause for celebration when Bob Dylan played again

With his Fender Stratocaster, no real reason to complain

Just as long as Bob was happy to perform on the stage

With his genius remaining to turn over a new page

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He hadn’t seen it coming which is usually the way

When you look up to the angels praying for another day

It was really quite a shocker; Dylan had gone for a ride

When an accident unfolded that wounded him inside

Did Bob Dylan’s motorcycle

Help his mind to race ahead

While recording a new album

That might be a watershed?

And when Dylan lost his balance

Was it simply wounded pride?

Sadly Sara wears a burqa

And refuses to confide

It was cause for celebration when Bob Dylan played again

With his Fender Stratocaster no good reason to complain

Just as long as Bob was happy to perform on the stage

With his genius remaining to turn over a new page

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He hadn’t seen it coming which is usually the way

When you look up to the angels praying for another day

It was really quite a shocker; Dylan had gone for a ride

When an accident unfolded that wounded him inside

When Dylan crashed his motorbike

He had been homeward bound

After halting Newport Festival

With his new electric sound

Pete Seeger had gone bonkers

This may seem ridiculous now

With folk music close to dying

And far from a sacred cow

It was cause for celebration when Bob Dylan played again

With his Fender Stratocaster no good reason to complain

Just as long as Bob was happy to perform on the stage

With his genius remaining to turn over a new page

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He hadn’t seen it coming which is usually the way

When you look up to the angels praying for another day

It was really quite a shocker; Dylan had gone for a ride

When an accident unfolded that wounded him inside

Thank heavens for Bob Dylan

We would be lost without him

Overwhelmed by song lyrics

Best performed by Tiny Tim

Since song lyrics before Dylan

Were created to appall

Save for Pressley records

Hanging from a bedroom wall

It was cause for celebration when Bob Dylan played again

With his Fender Stratocaster no good reason to complain

Just as long as Bob was happy to perform on the stage

With his genius remaining to turn over a new page

The End

© Frankie Espirit

Mother Nature (60)

Mother Nature (60)

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“Members of the jury do we need to intervene?

A land-owner used an axe that apparently wasn’t green

A thousand trees have fallen; please decide if this was mean

In his defense, should Mother Nature be ignored

For being unproductive with her hoard?”

Chorus

Mother Nature is a lady with different seeds to sow

She adores her lovely creatures and the plants she has to grow

But with every fallen forest there is grass seed to be planted

Just as long as we deny taking creation for granted

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The land owner smiled to be patted on the back

By the jury that decided, he had taken the right tack

Since the seed he had sown was like money in a sack

It was deemed profit was progress meant to please

So stuff Mother Nature and her green trees!

Chorus

Mother Nature is a lady with different seeds to sow

She adores her lovely creatures and the plants she has to grow

But with every fallen forest there is grass seed to be planted

Just as long as we deny taking creation for granted

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The members of the jury gravitated to their cars

Thinking of home cooking, or the stuff they sell in bars

If trees had any value, they would grow the things on Mars

And the cattle happily grazing on new grassland

Meant a fat and juicy burger in your hand

Chorus

Mother Nature is a lady with different seeds to sow

She adores her lovely creatures and the plants she has to grow

But with every fallen forest there is grass seed to be planted

Just as long as we deny taking creation for granted

The End

 © Frankie Espirit

The Indestructible Titanic (59)

The Indestructible Titanic (59)

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Oh dear, some rivets popped out on the day

Due to their carbon content most experts say

Plus a behemoth, recently risen from the dead,

Decided to spar with science from its sea-bed

The dynamics of a ship that’s built to scale

May fail in the translation, once under sail

Can a ship in a tub help out with a plan?

That will not end up by hitting the fan

A ship that was unsinkable, the mighty Titanic

Achieved the unthinkable, and sank like a brick

In a science demonstration that was rather good

With the winner being Noah surrounded by wood

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Sixteen modules, each one sealed with a door

So this ship might continue should it lose four

Yet the expert designers failed to get it right

When the Titanic sank on a wintery night

An iceberg was to blame as many have said

But not a good time to sail full speed ahead

The captain said nothing since he lay dead

Pierced with a spear on some Atlantic bed

A ship that was unsinkable, the mighty Titanic

Achieved the unthinkable, and sank like a brick

In a science demonstration that was rather good

With the winner being Noah surrounded by wood

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Its designers were no doubt sad and aghast

That a fabulous liner would go down so fast

The dynamics of a ship that is built to scale

Made a mockery of a toy-model somehow

What led to a precision made slide-rule to fail?

And air under pressure to dictate and prevail

And rivets to unfasten like a zip lying below

An albatross liner slain with a crossbow

A ship that was unsinkable, the mighty Titanic

Achieved the unthinkable, and sank like a brick

In a science demonstration that was rather good

With the winner being Noah surrounded by wood

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The women and wealthy queued up for a boat

Handmade out of wood and so liable to float

The losers were left with the sea, bitter cold

Including the ship orchestra so we are told

An old Chinese junk, had it been sailing past

Would have derided a boat for sinking so fast

Yet someone had signed off every damn page

So how could it sink on its maiden voyage?

A ship that was unsinkable, the mighty Titanic

Achieved the unthinkable, and sank like a brick

In a science demonstration that was rather good

With the winner being Noah surrounded by wood

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What are the implications for future progress?

That is a good question I can’t answer I confess

In this fast moving age we could end up anywhere

So forget the Titanic; Noah’s Ark can take me there

The End

© Frankie Espirit

The Spirit of an Age (58)

The Spirit of an Age (58)

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The rivers of tradition

And the spirit of an age

Once provided us with wisdom

Handed down from sage to sage

There were lots of pristine rivers

There were rain-forests abound

Plus the truly sacred wetlands

With the wilderness around

Chorus

When the rivers of tradition

And the spirit of an age

Are pushed aside by science

Greed takes over stage by stage

Can this modern beast be halted?

Even though the horse has bolted

Well I see no reason why this cannot be

We just need to follow the Amish community

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The rivers of tradition

Were created back in time

What a pity the business model

Sees only money as being sublime

When a fool holds all the aces

And the bankers are in charge

Well money is seen as sacred

By the business world at large

Chorus

When the rivers of tradition

And the spirit of an age

Are pushed aside by science

Greed takes over stage by stage

Can this modern beast be halted?

Even though the horse has bolted

Well I see no reason why this cannot be

We just need to follow the Amish community

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The rivers of tradition

What a treasure of a kind

When the needy and the greedy

Would leave the biggest fish behind

But later came irrigation

Followed by a hydro dam

And the nasty little nitrates

That may turn rivers into jam

Chorus

When the rivers of tradition

And the spirit of an age

Are pushed aside by science

Greed takes over stage by stage

Can this modern beast be halted?

Even though the horse has bolted

Well I see no reason why this cannot be

We just need to follow the Amish community

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The rivers of tradition

Are depleted it appears

By a series of bad leaders

With a long list of bad ideas

Then again the business model

Hides some aces up its sleeve

Like the serpent, it is serving

You can call Adam or Eve

Chorus

When the rivers of tradition

And the spirit of an age

Are pushed aside by science

Greed takes over stage by stage

Can this modern beast be halted?

Even though the horse has bolted

Well I see no reason why this cannot be

We just need to follow the Amish community

The rivers or tradition have fallen into disrepute

With modern liberal thinking just like a poison fruit

And the business model serving a serpent hard to see

Since the only tree to grow now you may call the economy

The End                     

  © Frankie Espirit

Commie Killing Season (57)

Commie Killing Season (57)

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When Afghanistan went commie

It was actually on track

Before it was corrupted

By a Yankee on its back

Out looking for some killers

That would only hit the reds

With the kind of US weapons

That would scare even the Feds

Chorus

She was anything but vulgar

With good values that impress

And do fine without a burqa

Or a modern mini dress

But America decided

That the Taliban were best

As a way of killing Commies

Like they were a garden pest

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“If a person is a commie

Best to leave them lying dead

As the most effective method

Of correcting their poor head”

So the Yanks had long concluded

In Korea and Vietnam

Where the fliers did the killing

And some grannies made the jam

Chorus

She was anything but vulgar

With good values that impress

And do fine without a burqa

Or a modern mini dress

But America decided

That the Taliban were best

As a way of killing Commies

Like they were a garden pest

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Afghanistan was hoping

To enjoy a chance to be

A social justice country

To a very high degree

But to American leaders

Killing Commies is a treat

If you disregard the burqa

And the clerics on the street

Chorus

She was anything but vulgar

With good values that impress

And do fine without a burqa

Or a modern mini dress

But America decided

That the Taliban were best

As a way of killing Commies

Like they were a garden pest

4

Well Afghanistan was taken

By the Taliban of course

With America too happy

To display any remorse

So a triumph for the burqa

And American value trash

Either way a lack of culture

And justice not looking flash

Chorus

She was anything but vulgar

With good values that impress

And do fine without a burqa

Or a modern mini dress

But America decided

That the Taliban were best

As a way of killing Commies

Like they were a garden pest

And so concludes the sad tale of the east

Where a communist is treated like a beast

And a capitalist is honoured and respected

Even though his heart is often disconnected

The End

© Frankie Espirit