Peculiar Julia

Peculiar Julia

Peculiar Julia all wrapped up in patchouli and stealies

A little too touchy, a little too feely

Out in a field or in enclosed spaces

Back flashing back she’s following traces

Back to the daze of calliope races

Only the un-imagined men remained stuck in stasis

Exchanging their glances

Inside their own trances

As everybody like us just dances and dances

The lightning is lazy and so is the river

The bolts never fly from the lightning bolt quiver

The river she lies there flat as a rug

Being cut up by ten thousand bugs

Who realize once they all dropped their stances

They all dance until they find their own kinds of dances

The dervishes dervish and the spinners they spin

Seems like the hand dancers have curious grins

The pyramid peaks at the tippity top

Each instrument stretching out this gnarly bebop

For one moment suddenly they all stop and be quiet

Like they know once they start sellin’ again that I’ll buy it

Each guitar note is a whole tonal sound

As you fly up to space and then back to the ground

May you never be hungry may your soul always be fed

It’s just like I remember my elders always said

“There ain’t nothing in the world like the Grateful Dead”

Sam Flot

3.22.2012