Rye bread rising

Rye bread rising (1998) remix (2008)

Rye bread rising – the steam – becoming a stream of conciseness – a smoke screen – of psychedelic beams - reflecting seams - off – of spiraling – splintered - spinning glitter dust

The particles floating into – prismatic – diamonds - hovering over in-between thoughts - of percipience – sent to eyes

the mirror balls – begin to swell – and the walls begin to breathe – everything here is - pulsating – gyrating

This magnified – hypnotized – mesmerized - continual bliss mystified

And all the while the rye still does rise

Steam smoke screen – here there’s nothing funny about peace love and understanding - it’s our scene - so serene – and no one here is all that mean

the dragon - well he’s still on the sofa – sittin’ next to a fire - that hasn’t gone out – the flames – dancing lights and shadows – blurring the lines - of the phantasmal hippie pride – of flower child smiles – no more miles of aisles Joni – just smiles – revealed in the variety - of only the highest quality – fine kind - dank dark and light green – got nuggets

Bowls of nuggets – Count Choco la nugget – Captain kanugget crunch - and munch – housin’ some nugs – on rye with great white leafs - I’ll have 7 grain – 12 grain nugget - kanugget flavored tofu – soy boy – oh boy healthy nuggets



Or maybe Domino’s has nuggets - I could order up - a supreme nugget pie - with extra nugs – Oh and I’ll have - a dozen kanugget kola’s - with hot sauce on the side

Or maybe some beer battered nuggets – or some Stir Fried Strawberry cheesecake ice cream – hot fudge whip cream and sprinkled nuggets – and then for desert – some double bubble – jungle rumblin’ up – a couple hits from the bong

That’s right Cheri – we’re feeling strong – when we all get along

Ok now – there’s good nuggets and great nuggets - never bad nuggets - only commerish and swag monster - with brown dirt weed – although Kind is the best - so we’ll make oils – rope soap – and maybe some Rye Threads to patch work quilt up some Halfstep – welcoming home old friends – with the rest

and it’s that rye rye – puff puff that gets me high - by and by it gets me - tongue twisted and tied – I cannot lie – it’s nugs that help me to jive strive and survive

and as I see it now - it’s another nugget - rhyme time philosophy - delivered through the captain - with one good eye
Speaking prose that flow and grow - like buds of green atop the tallest trees - spreading stories through beans and leaf

Like Damnsam - puttin’ on this Harvest Fest – man - year after year – never fear it’ll be here there and eventually everywhere

That we decide to - dance and sing – and like kid


we’ll be smokin’ funny things – seein’ funky dreams – just movin’ groovin’ to the beat – tappin’ our feet – to the plan – all about peace and love – while we spread these seeds - across the land
Teaching every child woman and man
To take dirt into hand – plant a seed and grow a tree
And then through - dissipating smoke rings - dreams and fantasies - in the morning air to scream

Freedom for all nuggets

Of such sticky stench they drench - this atmosphere
With whirling twirling – swirling – paisley patterns
Of spiraling smoke scattering a dizzying vortex of rainbow essence

And in that - fresh morning dew scent – lingers the memory – of that big welcoming - hopeful smile – the one we all lost – at the 8-9-95 mile marker - how it went away on some August day – yet still resides in our hearts – you can feel the linear melodies – taking us into – the beauty of good – the wonder of home – yup that’s Spud pickin’ on the five string – how we miss ‘em – big ups to you - and much love – but for now – back to our broadcast – all about freedom for our nugs

While the purple haze does now pass to another smiling face
Smiling phases of eyes that dilate
Due to something they ate
Some molly or sass – some butter made from grass
Or maybe a handful of stems or a couple caps
You know just for laughs
Some space cake – pez – altoids with an acidic aftertaste
Of such sweet breath – fluff
None of that bunk Spiderman stuff
Only white silver crystals of family kind
Will blow my mind - and let me unwind
Relax and rewind some childhood events
Like making blanket - tent cave fortresses
And watching shadows unfold the wall
Perspective angel’s colors and all - allowing me to just be – chillaxin’ – waxin’ poetically – phon-etically – slippin’ into darkness – under the trance of - finger tip mazes – lost in the motion of still movement – just grazing in the grass - feeling like – you’re all - friends of distinction – what a trip - just watchin as the world goes past – just grazing in the grass is a gas, baby can you dig it

As we all scream - Freedom for our nuggets

In such open fields of endless strains
And prayers for rain - a Van Goughesque sun shield sky
And irrigation for the crop - longing for those tops
The kola’s the peaks - the furthers from the weak and meek
It’s a crystal crescent primal scream crystal method remix
Of delirium dreams restructuring - the scene
Into serene dancing bouncing feet

Screaming freedom for our nuggets

The grateful kanuggets - aren’t we grateful for these nuggets
Sugar coated magnolia nuggets - fire up the ganja

Ok so kanuggets kanuggets kanuggets
Where are my nuggets - did cactus eat my nuggets
Where o’ where for art thou nuggets
I long for you – but you don’t show your face
I sit and wait for smoke to fill this space
For lungs to expand with your grace
In a puff puff pass pace
You nugget are my ace
Put you in my pipe and make a funny face
Cough cough hack cough

Then smile sit back and relax
Nugs are the exlax to my upset mind
Get rid of useless shit all the time

Rye snow nuggets

Oh – kanuggets where for art thou kanuggets
With your red hair flowing – growing – roots to clones
And clones to be flowered – under metal halliod – or HPS
No MSG – on my kanuggets please - no pressure – just love and much TLC - a green thumb and a nice glass piece

Circle round the Ekoostik Hookah

Lookin’ for fire in a bottle – got Jack Straw – speaker singing
One from high gate – blue sky – fine wine – grass tickling shoulder blades – in the distance – hey man, pass the joint this way

Oh kanuggets – my kanuggets of dank stank – never skank
Hovering over in-between thoughts
Of a better society – where our nuggets roam free
With sunshine as company
Going down RT 67 – with rows of corn husks
And nugget trees – in plain visibility – rooted in mother earth
This pure and natural herb
So I do say - freedom for our nuggets

Sitting under giant kanugget pine trees – letting their dandruff – of tri cones - fall upon us like that - of snow in snow globe kanugget scenes

Damsam I love nuggets

Reggae nuggets – natty dread locks
I keep my nugs in a box – or a jar – never keep ‘em to far
Let us smoke them - in a chair - at the fair
Let us share them – on a bus – double decker – in nugs we trust - my name is the captain – sometimes mcmonkgus
It’s women – music – and nuggs I lust
Don’t use metal cuz’ - glass never rusts

Neil Young kanuggets – long Cortez the Killer – Cowgirl in the Sand nuggets - Heart of Gold – Harvest Moon – cannabis cup – plants need to be cut - clipped and trimmed – cured and dried – in time - to stop this rhyme – nugs wouldn’t be a crime

So I do say freedom for these nuggets

Disco nuggets – square flashing floor lights
Feet swaying – got the bee gee’s playing
Smokin’ – THC – sippin’ on Hennessey – lickin’ up fluff
Sweat breath – puddle me
Rollin’ on molly – searchin’ for Jerry - down in Maui
Scuba divin’ – around an Octopus’s Garden
Eating rainforest crunch nuggets - crystal blue – soft – water mosaic - intervals – a fractal comic vortex – of pebbles and sand - see weed – smoke weed - green deep - Deep Banana Blackout - pockets for funk nuggets


So now Maceo – can I count it off
M-1 – 2 – 3 – 4 -20 – and stic.man
I smell skunk nuggets – rolled with dead prez
Into green blunts - blueberry with a burst of big berry taste
Never waste nuggets

Only freedom for all nuggets

Jazz nuggets – Mingus Monk Coltrane nuggets - did you know Louis Armstrong smoked nuggets everyday nuggets

Like at the 4P – the modern day speakeasy – where we love nuggets - soul nuggets – Sam Cooke a change is gonna come nuggets - thick velvet smoke - floating under black light – lite brites - strobe light flashing – bubbles – break dancing popping - flower hippie power – rye – TGI – THC – maybe some BC - or white widow would appease

The yearning – learning freedom for my nuggets

Thinkin’ back to - the modern day Johnny apple seed
Never planting for greed – only for need - for those who bleed
With HIV and cancer eyes - those we should all empathize
For they should never have to run and hide
Just to medicate – to ease the mind - to manipulate the brain to elevate the pain - but instead they are put in a cage
This is what makes me enraged
They should be allowed to smoke their gage
So first we need to set them free and then I’ll think about me

Cause all I wanna do is get high - and let the time slide and glide - as I watch another joint pass on by - it’s amber pop cracklin’ browing white paper - the ez wider – zig zag – joker – hempfire – filled with desire - as Sly’s I wanna take you higher
Absorbs this space - of such sweat taste - it brings a smile to my face - like the romantic tantrics of the fall wind - the tingle touch of skin against skin - watching smoke pour out from within - just watching the smoke come off the rye bread rising

Rising the sound it reverberates-echo’s freedom for all nuggets

Thank you nuggets – birthday nuggets – summer winter solstice nuggets - Kind nuggets – peace nuggets – rye nuggets – one blood nuggets – one love - Nuggets – got nuggets

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Home brewed – home grooved – home grown - real pure true – honest – love - what I’m talking about now – I’m talking about sound - I’m talking about music – I’m talking about love
And what’s coming up – what will be - emanating from this stage – will be not only be heard - but felt - in the key of kind – feeling fine - Keith – the mad hatter - keeping time - on skins – wraps – papers – with Bujak – and 88 black and whites – tickling the melody – falling into the pockets of – papa Eck – and Rev Green Dave blessing’s – of those prismatic diamonds – hovering over – and in between – the spirit – of soft goodness – the glow of motherhood – carrying that pure love – of family – in and amongst us – the energy is beyond words – this unexplained – how to feel home – even when the truth is unkind - notes and space - Taking us home – these smiling faces – these wide eyed optimists – these hopeful beings – these words – these beats – these meanderings of wonder-lust – there is no glitari here – only – true – only pure goodness – this is what I see – this is what I feel – from you – and now It’s time for this rapturous energy to expand – to rise – rise rise – rise – off of this rye bread rising – the steam is not a smoke screen – it’s a guiding light – showing us – pure goodness