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Aleza Records
Especially For Israeli Soldiers
In the Upper Galilee Valley
Beneath the Golan Heights
The Jordan River passes
Through Kibbutz Kfar Blum;
It mirrors the sky
and the cotton candy clouds
That dance in biblical formations.
I was there on that Holy Land settlement
It was my home port
For four consecutive seasons --
The days passed
With me picking apples, pears, and oranges
I pruned the orchard trees
I planted seeds
I pulled weeds
With the patriots all around me/
But I couldn't accept as real
Their political realities
I couldn't accept their Spartan attitudes
I couldn't accept their pompous assertions
Of superiority to the Arabs
And even the darker Jews.
Often we heard bombings
That made Poetry cry --
Not only in the bomb shelters,
But through all my patrols
From the Dead Sea to Mount Hebron
Too much of the time
My heart was heavy in my body's water
And the only one who understood my mood
Was the Jordan River.
I swam in it;
I rinsed my mouth in Earth's holy blood;
I kissed a girl beneath the looking-glass surface.
Often at night I came to its bank
Sat Indian style smoking my pipe
Strummed and picked my Blues to heaven
Often I would
Pause
Just to stare into the heavy-breathing water
And always it seemed to respond:
"You are right, friend of Gibran;
Even Israel has never won a war."
Israel Tour, 1988
It's been a long time
Since I saw your heart
It was somewhere in my prime
That we had to part.
Now the days are sweeter
And the time much longer
The cares are fewer
And my mind much better.
I guess I've always been holding you
No matter where I've been
The sky has always been a perfect blue
It doesn't matter what I've seen.
Now maybe it was yesterday
Now maybe it's today
The sparrow flies a timely course
Tomorrow is its Soul's source.
Yes, we're together again
We're the best of friends
We demand nothing of each other
But nothing is too much of a bother.
II
I'm going down to Jericho
Going to keep things low
Ain't going to burn alive
I'm going to take a drive.
I'm off from Jerusalem
I don't have far to go
I don't see a problem
I've got plenty of dough.
When did it all begin?
Twelve thousand years ago
It's hard to believe in sin
And I don't see any foe.
Been around Israel
For as long as I can tell
Going to ring every bell
For there's no such thing as hell.
III
Thank God I'm almost home
I don't want to stay in Rome
Sure has been a lonesome fight
To out think the night.
Just the other day
I was dreaming of May
The way she is in Moscow
The shining city on the world.
It took twelve hours of flight
And thirteen days of Palestine
To figure out what's might
They sure did give me a hard cell.
I'm all for Israel
But I'm also for a free mind
History is not in a padded cell
It moves along a steady line.
I believe in progress
Not being obsessed with the past
I believe in the Bluegrass
Hate will never last.
IV
There's four more nights
Then this gig is out of sight
We turned on all the lights
We proved our might.
There was beauty all around us
Nobody made a fuss
Soon we will be home
Under the Tientsin Dome.
There's nothing more to prove
We were really in the groove
We settled what we had to
Nobody turned blue.
If I ever see Heaven
Then I can tell the truth
It was a special haven
And I swear her name was Ruth.
It's onward, ever onward
To Siberia forevermore
Here they want to keep things bigoted
But my Russian Blood is flowing forward.
V
I just thought of you
And the fire of my pain
I'm definitely Humane
And i don't want to be slain.
You are Catholic
And you caused me to use my pick
You inspired me
And it's sad I had to flee.
This world's not meant for Poets
Who are true to every breath
There was magic when we met
Now there's only delicate health.
I would take you back
At the drop of a hat
But I'm holding an empty sack
And you know where I'm at.
I have settled for dreaming
When God is crying
They use Artists like pollution
They have no need for solutions.
VI
Well, my pages are full
And I'm all out of ink
Come here, baby
Give me a pull
Look at me, what do you think?
I've been hobbying real hard
It can't go on this way
Come here, baby
Tell me what you heard
Show me a smile; tell me what to say.
I sure need to relax
Bloomberg's after me with an axe
Come here, baby
Show me some light.
It's going to feel so good
To be inside of you
Come here, baby
I know you're in the mood
I can hear you coo.
VII
I saw Jaffa just the other night
Everyone in Palestine thinks they are right
They all agree things are uptight
And there's no one to shine a light.
There's something that must be done
To change the prevailing view
That the world is is just a racist drone
And you better be able to lobby.
One man said,
"The country is beautiful/the Palestinians are ugly."
I don't want to sleep in his bed
A stay in Palestine can make you sad.
Things have never been worse in Palestine
I've heard it said
Won't Nick China come forth before Clinton's fall
There's a Lot of water to tread.
Is the Earth going to live?
Is it the return of Cain?
Will Virtue be permanently slain?
It's about time we stop McCain.
VIII
Know news is Good News, baby
We can just go Right On!
Bad news is planted, baby
Let's sing our Love Song.
How long can one be fooled
By an unholy Bush?
I've been told to be bold
But am bullied by Rush Limbaugh.
It's been eighteen days of the Gospel
And I ain't singing in Pelosi's Hell
They say George W. Bush will invade Iran
Well, He is a heretic in God's Plan.
No true Artist goes to war
You know. it's the 21st Century
Don't let your Soul go raw
Peace is not a luxury.
There's more to Life than meets the eye
Don't be tricked by a naked aggressor's perpetual lies
You've got to be yourself
Feather & tar the Feminists and drive them out of Life.
Nick China
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