Social Song for Tom Brennan to Speak

Feeding My Friends Without Fear is a social song for Tom Brennan, renowned Santa Monica CA. collage artist.

FEEDING MY FRIENDS WITHOUT FEAR

BY TOM BRENNAN

I look at the Ocean

Break on me on like a Toy--

I look at The Sun

break on me--I'm a lil' clay boy.

I hear all the colors --of course you can hear colors--

jimi said you can hear colors--mend the cracks in the Tower.

I hear All Times being healed by this song

In just about one hour.

And I'mmmmmmm

Still Slow Dancing for the Land Speed Record

Still singing too fast to ever get elected.

Still growing a flower out of the hole in my war

Still nickel & dimin' it

Double for you, baby, even more.

I look at all art on a pedestal

Up on the walls

I hear all music coming in from the road

to dance in the middle school halls.

I picked up the trash, gave my love away.

Took a part in the way everything falls.

Bit the candy apple to the hard core

It took root even up under the malls.

And I'mmmmmmmm

Still Slow Dancing For the Land Speed Record

Keepin' my jambled time-sig away from the pet sounds that are infected

Kicked out the jambs so much, i don't need the doors

Just open up the windows and let in the dark

Need something to contrast with my soul.

All the misleandings won't bend my ears

I'm feeding my friends without Fear

Feeding my friends without Fear.

I look at the Ocean

And hear a big brown paper bag

Crackle with sea shells.

I hold one up to my ear

Hear an Amusement Park paddling out on the swells.

Fun House sounds are riding in on one Wave.

Wave my hand --Zen silence folds my fingers

'round the Arcade.

And their misleadings won't bend my ears

I'm bleeding for all those trapped in the headlines like deer.

And I'm feeding my friends without Fear.

Yeah Feeding My Friends Without Fear.

I look at tv and see no lines of resolution

Look at the sand and see that each grain is evolution.

I know places to be when the rain is on the tin

Almost bit by a snake eyed dog with glass chin.

I put creosote on the pine to hold up my peers

Picked up the beans and made a meal for the senses

Its orange juice holds the sauce to the years.

And I'm Feeding my Friends Without Fear

Feeding my Friends Without Fear.

I used to have one cactus patch up on the sun

the barrel and the bullets made of people

when i was under the gun.

But flip the 45 over--this isn't that grave--

Don't shoot the watering can on the piano--

There's a full clip of you I'd like to save.

And I'm still Dancing for the Land Speed Record.

From Central Park West to the Strand

With Giant Steps--bending strings--

Pulling Strings with my teeth--

Hey, Ma--I forgot to take out my hands.

So they put the cuffs on the other guy

And haul away the fields and the stands.

I musta forgot to Get in the Van--

It left me here but still in a free land.

And I don't let the misleadings bend my ear

Bleeding for those caught in the headlines like deer.

I'm still feeding my friends without fear

still feeding my friends without fear.

I see my visions so strong

they are still my disguise

Edgewise and straight-up

Take a walk in my eyes.

So much out there to tickle you cynical as a ploy

I look for and need that which will release my joy.

Is that summer Lawndale hissing

Or a Hawthorne in your side.

Some born to Total Access

and some to be denied:

to not know the rug-burns

of bouncing off the shaggy walls with pride.

Finally found there's just weeds in the dustbin

And this is the Process of Flowering In!

And I know the sequence, the vector

each and every of these years.

I'm Feeding my Friends Without Fear

Yeah Feeding my Friends Without Fear.

Feeding my Friends Without Fear.

Feeding My Friends Without Fear.----Thomas Brennan, 2011

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