Buddha Offering

I thought I was going to leave the Buddha and run, too late, too late
Told you the story of Shiva
Down by the Stupa gate
Like the zee zee beads, you cannot chose me
I have to choose you
Tempt fate, wait and see if you are going to lose me

They say she is a bodhisattva to help enlighten your way
Or care, maybe it’s the answer to the wind horse singing your prayer
The blue flag is you floating happiness somewhere
The yellow Tibetan moon is me shining all the colors out there and
Offering, offering to fill the humble Prince’s bowl Yeah-hey!
Offering, offering to fill the humble Prince’s bowl Hey-ah!

I thought I was gonna leave the Buddha and rang too late too late
From the satchels that the baby hands have made from the wholesome fabric weighted
Held the ounces of my heart’s desire to lay with you in the mire
Mala beads came me, quench and see if they douse the fire

They say she is a Bodhisattva to help enlighten your way
Or care, maybe it’s the answer to the wind horse singing your prayer
The blue flag is you floating happiness somewhere
The yellow Tibetan moon is me shining all the colors out there and
Offering, offering to fill the humble Prince’s bowl Yeah-hey!
Offering, offering to fill the humble Prince’s bowl Hey-ah!
Hey-ah-a, Hey-ah-a, Hey-ah-a
Offering, offering to fill the humble Prince’s bowl Yeah-hey!
Hey-ah-a, Hey-ah-a, Hey-ah-a
Hey-ah-a, Hey-ah-a, Hey-ah-a


Dana
Bitter lemon art deco sky
Melts on the windows of your velvet eyes
Three o’clock men in sterile coats by your side
Paper writers who took the light that shines
Anyone but you
Anyone but you
Who could make things shine

Dana, took away your angel
Dana

Boston bustle so far from your mind
Paper writers who took the light that shines
Are you sleeping or are you awake
Is this feeling too much to take
Rhinestones are plenty, diamonds are few
With the exception of you

Dana, took away your angel
Dana, took away your angel

Anyone but you
Anyone but you
Who could make things shine


Sushi Lollipops
The wake began as a tear fell
Twelve years old and I felt hell
As the silence bent to hear
The indigent clop of a tear
That meant for you

Why did you have to go?
Why didn’t you stay?
Why didn’t you let me know?