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EXTRAS
Ultimate Medicine
By Rayni Joan
As a child, if anyone was ill
The solution was some kind of pill
Or other chemical fix
Along with Mother's tricks
Of mustard plaster, (a disaster)
chicken soup for the whole group
and lots of water and soap
No biggy- we weren't piggies with dope.
I could cope, I had hope,
I ate blue cheese and cantaloupe
Mystic, artistic, communistic, optimistic
And idealistic, but nope, no piggy with dope.
Now, every night in sleep
Instead of counting sheep
I dive the ocean deep
Climb the mountain steep
In search of a cure
For something - what I am not sure.
An obsession has taken over
My subconscious mind
Sure I can find
A quick fix for the ills
Of humankind
Perhaps the child in me
Has filed in me
The notion of a sick world
An ocean of thick swirled
Waves of darkness
Curable with dream medicine
Powered not by Edison
But by Merlin curlin' his magic hair.
To lead us out of this nightmare
and seed bright light there
The world is simply ill
And, in this dream, with savior energy, I scream, Find the pill!
I know there's a solution
For poverty-globalwarming-economicdisaster-war-injustice-untapped-human-potential-unequal-education-and many many kinds of pollution
And to solve all these ills,
I NEED THOSE PILLS!
Or are they capsules?
Or perhaps liquid or spray
Where the fuck are they?
In the junk drawer?
Behind the purple door?
I stored them to be sure
Can I get more?
Are they real or metaphor?
I feel they're real
And will reveal
How we can heal
Now, now, I need them now
I know they're the answer
For my core question, core quest, corked, hidden, forbidden to peek out
I freak out - as I seek out
World peace and more
Gotta stop the bleeding,
Breeding, speeding, needing those pills
Or are they capsules?
Or perhaps liquid or spray?
Where the fuck are they?
Please, I don't want to play
Don't know how to pray
Favor me, save for me
The day the earth is healed.
Unseal the mystery
The history of herbal cures,
Verbal lures
I need those pills
It's clear, they're near
They smell like fear
Tension mounts
Every second counts
I tear through the junk drawer
tear down the purple door
tear up the parquet floor
I know what I'm looking for
We'll all die without those pills!
Or are they capsules?
Perhaps liquid or spray?
Where the fuck are they?
I give up, go to the store
Called Pills Galore, down at the shore
There in the sun, I pull a gun
Stick 'em up I say
Hand 'em over, I'll pay
Now, now, buster, without delay
My heart races.
weakening breath
The Universe faces imminent death.
The stakes rise
Out of my brain flies surprise
the prize
No lies
Just truth the size of a tooth
no chills, no frills, no spills, quills, skills,
hills, bills, no wills,
I need my PILLS!
Or the whole planet will die
and so will you and I
and your mother and brother
your dog and cat
oh no, not that!
Not the dog and cat!
I wake up fried
horrified
wet with sweat
And fast decide
Jump out of bed
Race straight to the place
Where I traced those pills
Or are they capsules?
Perhaps liquid or spray
I may even know where the fuck they lay!
I shiver, now a spastic hag
Looking for a plastic bag
Or bottle or jar,
Or cake or bar,
Or tube or cube
Or cask or flask.
The empty space needs filling
Place without grace is killing
my hope for dope
Gimme a rope
Gimme my pills
Or are they capsules?
Perhaps liquid or spray?
Can’t you see
I’m trying to save humanity
The animals too
And you and me?
I'm frustrated, aggravated, agitated, desparated
The pills, I saw them yesterday
I know they're here somewhere!
Or are they capsules, liquid or spray?
WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?
By Rayni Joan
As a child, if anyone was ill
The solution was some kind of pill
Or other chemical fix
Along with Mother's tricks
Of mustard plaster, (a disaster)
chicken soup for the whole group
and lots of water and soap
No biggy- we weren't piggies with dope.
I could cope, I had hope,
I ate blue cheese and cantaloupe
Mystic, artistic, communistic, optimistic
And idealistic, but nope, no piggy with dope.
Now, every night in sleep
Instead of counting sheep
I dive the ocean deep
Climb the mountain steep
In search of a cure
For something - what I am not sure.
An obsession has taken over
My subconscious mind
Sure I can find
A quick fix for the ills
Of humankind
Perhaps the child in me
Has filed in me
The notion of a sick world
An ocean of thick swirled
Waves of darkness
Curable with dream medicine
Powered not by Edison
But by Merlin curlin' his magic hair.
To lead us out of this nightmare
and seed bright light there
The world is simply ill
And, in this dream, with savior energy, I scream, Find the pill!
I know there's a solution
For poverty-globalwarming-economicdisaster-war-injustice-untapped-human-potential-unequal-education-and many many kinds of pollution
And to solve all these ills,
I NEED THOSE PILLS!
Or are they capsules?
Or perhaps liquid or spray
Where the fuck are they?
In the junk drawer?
Behind the purple door?
I stored them to be sure
Can I get more?
Are they real or metaphor?
I feel they're real
And will reveal
How we can heal
Now, now, I need them now
I know they're the answer
For my core question, core quest, corked, hidden, forbidden to peek out
I freak out - as I seek out
World peace and more
Gotta stop the bleeding,
Breeding, speeding, needing those pills
Or are they capsules?
Or perhaps liquid or spray?
Where the fuck are they?
Please, I don't want to play
Don't know how to pray
Favor me, save for me
The day the earth is healed.
Unseal the mystery
The history of herbal cures,
Verbal lures
I need those pills
It's clear, they're near
They smell like fear
Tension mounts
Every second counts
I tear through the junk drawer
tear down the purple door
tear up the parquet floor
I know what I'm looking for
We'll all die without those pills!
Or are they capsules?
Perhaps liquid or spray?
Where the fuck are they?
I give up, go to the store
Called Pills Galore, down at the shore
There in the sun, I pull a gun
Stick 'em up I say
Hand 'em over, I'll pay
Now, now, buster, without delay
My heart races.
weakening breath
The Universe faces imminent death.
The stakes rise
Out of my brain flies surprise
the prize
No lies
Just truth the size of a tooth
no chills, no frills, no spills, quills, skills,
hills, bills, no wills,
I need my PILLS!
Or the whole planet will die
and so will you and I
and your mother and brother
your dog and cat
oh no, not that!
Not the dog and cat!
I wake up fried
horrified
wet with sweat
And fast decide
Jump out of bed
Race straight to the place
Where I traced those pills
Or are they capsules?
Perhaps liquid or spray
I may even know where the fuck they lay!
I shiver, now a spastic hag
Looking for a plastic bag
Or bottle or jar,
Or cake or bar,
Or tube or cube
Or cask or flask.
The empty space needs filling
Place without grace is killing
my hope for dope
Gimme a rope
Gimme my pills
Or are they capsules?
Perhaps liquid or spray?
Can’t you see
I’m trying to save humanity
The animals too
And you and me?
I'm frustrated, aggravated, agitated, desparated
The pills, I saw them yesterday
I know they're here somewhere!
Or are they capsules, liquid or spray?
WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?
