The Better Bozos of Our Nature (2021)

The Better Bozos of Our Nature

What exactly is faith in humanity? And what do humans have to do to deserve it?

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This Progressive Rock Concept Album (PRCA) grew from some of my ancient roots including coffee, knotty pine and The Firesign Theatre. Especially 1971's I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus where, after a short bus ride, the Brotherhood Of Zips & Others arrive at the future and gather under the Big Blue B. While the Bozos strive to live in the future ("It's just starting now!"), the round-up has come and the Cowboys are demanding that the past is here to stay. These old-school lads know how to have a cow. Saving the past means punching you in the face really hard. That's why the Bozos have to wear a rubber nose. Can we save the future? Can we share the future?

 

the lyrics… 
  

a passing madman 

what the frack! 
what the frack am I? 

he's a ship in a bottle
on a vast ocean 
that floats in a bucket 
in the land of goshen 

I can see the sky 
where the blazes am I? 

step right up 
he's a sample in a jar 
he's a passing madman 
he's going way too far 

can you help me find 
there's a party in my mind 

step right up 
see where all the talk has led
he's a madman passing 
through the inside of his head  

secret agency man
secret agency man 
secret agency man 

  
  

FUN with MY COMA 


step right up, dear friends, and see the specimen in a jar! 
see your fellow man in his natural state of containment 
you sir, there sir, I do say why don't you dare sir
step right up and get three pokes for a dollar- 

the lucky poker wins a sudden eruption of cosmic wisdom  
share some laughs with your family and friends 
it's all for the better 

step right up- three pokes for a dollar 
it's a custom revelatory ride when we look 
down the jar and see what's inside 

my brain has its own atmosphere just for me 
where gasses my neurons are venting hover like fog 
gathering steam and forming a clog and soon to erupt 
then we will all have FUN with MY COMA 

my brain is a bladder of visions I hear nature calling 
in blathering voices in a gathering pool 
my order from chaos shipped up from me 
and delivered on time 
the answers, dear friends, are blowing my mind 

my brain is a rumbling landscape 
I feel the tremors of the eruption to come 
when I'll know the sum 
then we'll have FUN 
when I wake up from… 

step right up- get three pokes for a dollar 
It's a custom revelatory ride when we look 
down the jar and see what's inside 

(ride) 

and there you have it dear friends thanks to my brain 
my custom revelations are all that remain 
after the cosmos has driven me insane 

my ship sails in the bottle from which all wisdom pours 
God is pouring mine that's why I do not need yours 

 
 

on having a head 

I know you're not real 
and neither am I 
I would never know that's true 
if not for knowing you 

even though my gratitude 
has no source or destination 
I saw the whole thing happen 
I don't need a confirmation 

poke him with a stick 
let him feel the prick 
no one's got it in gear 
no one's gotten in here 

do I have to ask permission 
or take expert advice 
on having no commission 
on how to toss the dice  

  
 

when Hippo hears a who 

the man who swings the hammer 
on the man who drives the nail 
through the man who gets the point 
where there's nothing to impale 

the man has got a swing 
but he hasn't got a clue 
the hammer hits the nail 
from another point of view 

here and now? 
wait and see 
have a cow? 
who is asking me? 

they say there isn't time 
but they haven't got a clue 
no one knows their what to do 
until Hippo hears a who 

point of view? 
here and now 
what to do? 
stay tuned and stick around 
for page two 

he loved the here and now
but it was a tragedy 
he was going it alone  
he wasn't asking me 

instead he missed the point 
of hiding in the loo 
if no one's by themselves 
when Hippo hears a who 

point of view? 
have a cow 
what to do? 
here and now 

wishing to construe 
look out for every clue 
in a moment we'll conclude 
when Hippo hears a who 

here and now? 
wait and see 
have a cow? 
now you're kidding me 

point of view? 
Johnny on the spot 
what to do? 
to be or not 
another cow? 
stick around 
see it now  

 
  

the cowboys are coming 

the cowboys are coming 
back from the shadows 
lads will be punching 
everybody's buttons 
run for your face 
or shelter in place  
cowboys are hungry 
they're gonna want a sandwich 
quick brace the door 
we just waxed the floor  
the round up is coming 
all the trucks are running 
what they waitin' for? 

cheddar and ham? 
pb and jam 
everyone is askin' 
will they use a napkin? 
we'll have to wait and see 

the cowboys are coming 
hide the winnebago 
look for the lads when 
all the dogs are barking 
here come the blows 
run for your nose 
the cowboys are coming 
make them a sandwich 
break out the jam 
as fast as you can 
before they demand 
where on the bread 
the jam must be spread 

it's nobody's business 
it's not for them to say 
no matter how we slice it 
there's gonna come a day 
the round up is coming 
all the dogs will bark 
the sandwich will be ready 
with napkins held steady 
should things come apart 

the cowboys are coming 
back from the shadows 
look for the lads where 
all the trucks are parking 
run for your face 
or shelter in place 
cowboys are cool if we 
make them a sandwich 
kick out the jam 
as fast as you can 
the round-up is coming  
all the trucks are parking  
kick out the jam 

 
 

on having no clue 

I will remain at large 
I will not be bought and sold 
if I believe I am in charge 
of doing what I'm told 

when our cards are on the table 
we know we haven't got a clue 
our tale is nothing but a fable 
meant to tell us what to do 

poke me with a stick 
I'll perform some cunning trick 
if someone else were watching 
they'd think I was alive 
if I prove it to the living 
they would think I have the drive  
to have a clue 


  

the not see natzi stomp 

(the scene is a political rally addressed by a populist electric guitar. the thumping beat comes from a vast parking lot filled with pick-up trucks. Lads in hats are rhythmically slamming their doors and tailgates.)

we're gonna throw a party 
throw it up against the wall 
will it cast a shadow 
or mean anything at all? 

I heard the natzi stomp 
ringing through the swamp 
they had themselves a fling 
but no one saw a thing 

do the not see natzi stomp 

they will trample in the garden 
and bring the party to a close 
turn a pipe dream into a crime scene 
right under your nose 


  

glare of the glean 

welcome, dear friends 
here's looking at you 
show me what I see 
plain and simple 
I hunt for any dimple 
making me better than you 

I know my own mind 
I could spot it in a crowd  
aggreeable and in line  
obedient and loyal 
and it comes when I call 
most of the time 

in my control room 
I'm steering your ride 
show me what I see 
I don't see the forest 
nor do I see the trees 
I see a field of schemes 

I always follow my thoughts 
lest I let them get away 
all for the better 
if I bring out the worst 
I should be better than me 

 

says my tin foil hat 

Log on  Let the news set you ablaze 
Log in  We can make a smoky haze 
Sign up  make everything great again   

Calling all the forgotten folk 
sliding down the slippery slope 
We know why the system's broke 

The world is like a hefty toke 
when I'm downwind from the woke 
I'm reaching for the hangman's trope 

Put on  a shiny tin foil hat 
Put on  a bright red handy cap 
Show them which side your on 

One click of my mouse 
One pox upon your house 
Don't you mess with my destiny 

Put on  a snowy white bonnet 
Put on  with magical words on it 
show them which side we're on 

Let's put on  a pointy tin foil hat 
Let's put on  a bright red handy cap 
Show them which side yer on 

Log on  Let the news set you ablaze
Log in  We can raise a smoky haze 
Sign up  get in on the new Golden Age  

Reality shall be overcome 
its evil will will be undone  
Stand by for what's to come 

Put on  a tin foil pointy hat  
Put on  a bright red handy cap 
Show them which side we're on 

Put on  a snowy white bonnet 
Put on  with magical words on it 
Show them which side yer on 

Let's put on  a pointy tin foil hat 
Let's put on  tell them that is that 
Show them which side yer on 

and that is that 
Says my tin foil hat 

 

the cowboys are here 

the cowboys are here 
looking for a home
it used to be here 
back when we left them all alone 
no one asked for proof 
when the lads would raise the roof 

if there's something you require 
they're gonna start a bonfire 
it might seem like a sin 
but it's all grandfathered in 
the question is in play 
who is here to stay? 

the cowboys are here 
riders on the storm 
batten down the gear  
barricade the norm 

the cowboys are here 
quick! hide the future 
we may have a chance 
while they're putting on their pants 
they must contemplate 
before it's too late 

we got greedy with the future
we cut 'em off in the past 
they want their state of nature 
we know it won't last 
the cowboys are here 
going with their gut 
lads full of fear 
gonna kick some butt 
are they taken for a ride? 

the cowboys ain't getting on this bus 
what does that make the rest of us? 

the cowboys are here 
so we are the bozos 
we're all for the better 
start again 
the cowboys are here 
so we are the bozos 
we're all for the better 
that every cowboy fears 
bozos know better 
there's room for improvement 
calling the better bozos 
the cowboys are here 

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