<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:48:25.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity of Vanities</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-8403128682250852636</id><published>2009-12-12T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:15:04.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is the Cure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[My first song of the Millenium]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeseppi ©1/3/2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there a place where one can hide&lt;br /&gt;the sorrow this life brings&lt;br /&gt;a quiet space to make repairs&lt;br /&gt;popped a few heart strings&lt;br /&gt;escaping into pleasures&lt;br /&gt;never seem to work&lt;br /&gt;is there a place&lt;br /&gt;where one can go and heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;deeper the wound deeper the&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;arms wide nailed open&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried walking down by the sea&lt;br /&gt;in the moonglow late at night&lt;br /&gt;tried downloaded dirty jpg’s&lt;br /&gt;while reading rumi by candle light&lt;br /&gt;aint’ no quick solutions&lt;br /&gt;to easy away the pain&lt;br /&gt;i need a fix&lt;br /&gt;a shot of novacain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;deeper the wound deeper the&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;arms wide nailed open&lt;br /&gt;love is th cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;centuries have come and gone&lt;br /&gt;i’m still in a daze&lt;br /&gt;did they invent the antidote&lt;br /&gt;for this fainting love malaise&lt;br /&gt;just enough to wake me&lt;br /&gt;to sharpen through the blurr&lt;br /&gt;some beatific vision just might occur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;deeper the wound deeper the&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;arms wide nailed open&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got no answers  ‘cept the life i have lived&lt;br /&gt;cs lewis’ final call&lt;br /&gt;in his allegory of chivalry&lt;br /&gt;love conquers all&lt;br /&gt;sometimes love is courtly&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it’s on the street&lt;br /&gt;love in the battle&lt;br /&gt;knows no defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;deeper the wound deeper the&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;arms wide nailed open&lt;br /&gt;love is the cure for a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-8403128682250852636?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/8403128682250852636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=8403128682250852636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/8403128682250852636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/8403128682250852636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-song-of-millenium-jeseppi.html' title='Love Is the Cure'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-7859100544842575232</id><published>2008-07-21T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:54:48.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mule Is My G-P-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Few folks know the feeling&lt;br /&gt;Of tilling the soft dark earth&lt;br /&gt;Been crawling on my mama's belly&lt;br /&gt;Since the lonely days of my birth&lt;br /&gt;No matter how stony the path gets&lt;br /&gt;How much sweat of the brow and duress&lt;br /&gt;You can sell your soul&lt;br /&gt;For all your new-fangled toys&lt;br /&gt;My mule is my G-P-S&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my mule is my G-P-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends all lose their bearings&lt;br /&gt;Every time Venus transects Mars&lt;br /&gt;The repairs 'll drive you to the poor house&lt;br /&gt;Or to plowing up the local bars&lt;br /&gt;My papa taught me long ago&lt;br /&gt;How to get the most from using less&lt;br /&gt;You can sit in you cool cab&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the scorching tab&lt;br /&gt;My mule is my G-P-S&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my mule is my G-P-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't worry 'bout diesel&lt;br /&gt;As fuel prices go through the roof&lt;br /&gt;My fertilizer is all natural&lt;br /&gt;My carrot pudding is my only proof&lt;br /&gt;Overlapping sprays of weed killer&lt;br /&gt;Make a wasteful toxic mess&lt;br /&gt;I keep my lines straight&lt;br /&gt;Right outta the gate&lt;br /&gt;My mule is my G-P-S&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my mule is my G-P-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice to have somebody pulling for you&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-7859100544842575232?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/7859100544842575232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=7859100544842575232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/7859100544842575232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/7859100544842575232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-mule-is-my-g-p-s.html' title='My Mule Is My G-P-S'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113112644393167399</id><published>2005-11-04T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:20:35.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Cold Heart</title><content type='html'>jeseppi © 4/19/95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once i met a girl&lt;br /&gt;made me feel so fine&lt;br /&gt;told her that i loved her&lt;br /&gt;fit my design&lt;br /&gt;opened up all my senses&lt;br /&gt;her fragrance filled the air&lt;br /&gt;‘till she blew away like a summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;tearing pain beyond repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buried my lonesome sorrows&lt;br /&gt;in a pretty bonny lass&lt;br /&gt;danced me through my misery&lt;br /&gt;her sweet skin helped it pass&lt;br /&gt;loved her late at night&lt;br /&gt;‘till early in the day&lt;br /&gt;then she left to nurse some old stray dog&lt;br /&gt;in tears i begged she stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s a hard cold heart&lt;br /&gt;you choose to be&lt;br /&gt;protecting all your interests&lt;br /&gt;dividing you from me&lt;br /&gt;not knowin what you’re doin&lt;br /&gt;or the awful price you pay&lt;br /&gt;it’s a hard cold heart&lt;br /&gt;drivin you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possessive now and insecure&lt;br /&gt;i strive for vain control&lt;br /&gt;i play the woman that i want&lt;br /&gt;an actor in a role&lt;br /&gt;playing games of jacks and hearts&lt;br /&gt;and rummy ‘till we’ve drunk&lt;br /&gt;then feelin tall hand on ball&lt;br /&gt;she’s just another dunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now years gone by what’s good for me&lt;br /&gt;is all i care to do&lt;br /&gt;never letting anyone down deep&lt;br /&gt;using them like they use you&lt;br /&gt;and if one day dream girl appears&lt;br /&gt;will have to quench the fire&lt;br /&gt;a rusty cold and stony heart&lt;br /&gt;is all that i desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s a hard cold heart&lt;br /&gt;i choose to be&lt;br /&gt;protecting all my interests&lt;br /&gt;dividing you from me&lt;br /&gt;not seein what i’m doin&lt;br /&gt;or the awful price i pay&lt;br /&gt;it’s a hard cold heart&lt;br /&gt;drivin me away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113112644393167399?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113112644393167399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113112644393167399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113112644393167399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113112644393167399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/hard-cold-heart.html' title='Hard Cold Heart'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113112588056211041</id><published>2005-11-04T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:38:38.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Up Your Heart</title><content type='html'>jeseppi ©11/6/99&lt;br /&gt;for Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was in a daze&lt;br /&gt;someone took her love for granted&lt;br /&gt;never thought to stay&lt;br /&gt;everything he said was slanted&lt;br /&gt;they did a club one night&lt;br /&gt;danced until&lt;br /&gt;the streets were silent&lt;br /&gt;love had just begun&lt;br /&gt;hate came in with his departing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;love is not that terrifying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;there is someone&lt;br /&gt;out there crying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;love is not that terrifying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;someone’s out there crying&lt;br /&gt;over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a young and precious child&lt;br /&gt;exploring life with you&lt;br /&gt;sitting on a hill&lt;br /&gt;gazing out into the sea of passions&lt;br /&gt;he kissed and held your hand&lt;br /&gt;your heart was pounding&lt;br /&gt;first time ever&lt;br /&gt;you opened up your womb&lt;br /&gt;conquering the pain to help him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;love is not that terrifying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;there is someone&lt;br /&gt;out there crying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;love is not that terrifying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;someone’s out there crying&lt;br /&gt;over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he loved your perfect smile&lt;br /&gt;it helped him to press on&lt;br /&gt;in a stone cold world&lt;br /&gt;softened by the lovely&lt;br /&gt;cheek he kissed&lt;br /&gt;so oftentimes he fought&lt;br /&gt;to keep you near his heart&lt;br /&gt;while places that we go&lt;br /&gt;drive a wedge&lt;br /&gt;tearing us up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;love is not that terrifying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;there is someone&lt;br /&gt;out there crying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;life is not that terrifying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;someone’s out there crying&lt;br /&gt;over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she opened up her womb&lt;br /&gt;her only thoughts of you&lt;br /&gt;conquering the pain&lt;br /&gt;in the bleeding channel&lt;br /&gt;you would pass through&lt;br /&gt;and as you nursed upon&lt;br /&gt;her breast so full and sweet&lt;br /&gt;health and strength renewed&lt;br /&gt;so you could grow to be&lt;br /&gt;a mighty lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;love is not that terrifying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;there is someone&lt;br /&gt;out there crying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;love is not that terrifying&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart&lt;br /&gt;someone’s out there crying&lt;br /&gt;over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113112588056211041?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113112588056211041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113112588056211041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113112588056211041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113112588056211041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/open-up-your-heart.html' title='Open Up Your Heart'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113112479226948508</id><published>2005-11-04T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:19:52.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>jeseppi © 5/29/96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have always cared for me&lt;br /&gt;always looking out after my hide&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;you are always there for me&lt;br /&gt;nothing could keep you from my side&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has never been another&lt;br /&gt;so faithful or so true&lt;br /&gt;there has never been another&lt;br /&gt;friend like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have always heard my cry&lt;br /&gt;in the night when the day is done&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;i see you in my mournings&lt;br /&gt;you are like the warm glow of the son&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there could never be another&lt;br /&gt;who could do the things you do&lt;br /&gt;there will never be another friend like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golden calves&lt;br /&gt;are playing all around us&lt;br /&gt;inviting us to covet all we see&lt;br /&gt;as everything we touch just&lt;br /&gt;turns to powder&lt;br /&gt;there is nothin like the friend&lt;br /&gt;you are to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    wonder why i waited&lt;br /&gt;    so long to tell you how i care&lt;br /&gt;    or why i hesitated&lt;br /&gt;    to sing these words&lt;br /&gt;    to a friend so rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when i turn from you&lt;br /&gt;in your pain you still hold me so high&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;forgiving me for all i’ve done&lt;br /&gt;saying there’s no need to cry&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the moments or in waning hours&lt;br /&gt;i’ll be there to help you to make it through&lt;br /&gt;there will never be&lt;br /&gt;another friend like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113112479226948508?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113112479226948508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113112479226948508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113112479226948508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113112479226948508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113090178153114222</id><published>2005-11-01T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:23:01.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clown Clown</title><content type='html'>jeseppi ©7/22/94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves a clown&lt;br /&gt;colors so bright&lt;br /&gt;filled with daylight&lt;br /&gt;there is no tellin&lt;br /&gt;what’s wrong or what’s right&lt;br /&gt;when you’re laughin it don’t matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody likes a clown&lt;br /&gt;goofy and gay&lt;br /&gt;just loves to play&lt;br /&gt;what she’s sellin’&lt;br /&gt;i’m buyin tonight&lt;br /&gt;though later i’m the sadder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clown clown clownin’ around&lt;br /&gt;dance about sing and shout&lt;br /&gt;upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;clown clown laughin at me&lt;br /&gt;the mirror says look at the fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody sees a clown&lt;br /&gt;puttin on faces&lt;br /&gt;no creed, sex or races&lt;br /&gt;he’s only tellin&lt;br /&gt;the truth you can’t hide&lt;br /&gt;when your life sarted getting badder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody plays the clown&lt;br /&gt;scraggly hairs&lt;br /&gt;putting on airs&lt;br /&gt;while she’s shellin&lt;br /&gt;out the dough&lt;br /&gt;she feels fadder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clown clown clownin’ around&lt;br /&gt;dance about sing and shout&lt;br /&gt;upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;clown clown laughin at me&lt;br /&gt;the mirror says look at the fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody knows a clown&lt;br /&gt;the outside in grease&lt;br /&gt;the inside a beast&lt;br /&gt;you must control him&lt;br /&gt;or put him to flight&lt;br /&gt;before the ones you love scatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody toasts a clown&lt;br /&gt;when he’s powedered  his nose&lt;br /&gt;right down to his toes&lt;br /&gt;he’s twelve steps away&lt;br /&gt;from holdin’ his day together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clown clown clownin’ around&lt;br /&gt;dance about sing and shout&lt;br /&gt;upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;clown clown laughin at me&lt;br /&gt;the mirror says look at the fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody seeks a clown&lt;br /&gt;reelin in lust&lt;br /&gt;licking the dust&lt;br /&gt;it’ll take you to hell in&lt;br /&gt;infections of the bladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody craves the clown&lt;br /&gt;generous and kind&lt;br /&gt;with a stable caring mind&lt;br /&gt;dial the number pay your dollar&lt;br /&gt;you can be the next batter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clown clown clownin’ around&lt;br /&gt;dance about sing and shout&lt;br /&gt;upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;clown clown laughin at me&lt;br /&gt;the mirror says look at the fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody hates the clown&lt;br /&gt;talkin about christ&lt;br /&gt;when your pullin you heist&lt;br /&gt;that’s no time for repenting&lt;br /&gt;while you’re climbin your ladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody fears the clown&lt;br /&gt;will judge or criticize you&lt;br /&gt;when you’re steeped in all the lies you&lt;br /&gt;have sown to the air&lt;br /&gt;that the wind will scatter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clown clown clownin’ around&lt;br /&gt;dance about sing and shout&lt;br /&gt;upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;clown clown laughin at me&lt;br /&gt;the mirror says look at the fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves a clown&lt;br /&gt;when his face gets crunchy&lt;br /&gt;and his smile is lookin funchie&lt;br /&gt;when you ask for extra crispy&lt;br /&gt;his head is in your platter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves a clown&lt;br /&gt;who can take you far away&lt;br /&gt;from painful pulses in the bay&lt;br /&gt;of the lake in your heart&lt;br /&gt;bound to make you gladder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clown clown clownin’ around&lt;br /&gt;dance about sing and shout&lt;br /&gt;upon the ground&lt;br /&gt;clown clown laughin at me&lt;br /&gt;the mirror says look at the fool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113090178153114222?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113090178153114222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113090178153114222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113090178153114222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113090178153114222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/11/clown-clown.html' title='Clown Clown'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113048635539741405</id><published>2005-10-28T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:59:15.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Times</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather © 1/6/97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many times in our journey&lt;br /&gt;i found myself in a dark and lonely wood&lt;br /&gt;searchin for the right way to follow&lt;br /&gt;walkin when i wasn’t sure i could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times i would stumble&lt;br /&gt;many times i would fall&lt;br /&gt;many times  i’d only stand there&lt;br /&gt;with my head poundin against a wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;and many other times&lt;br /&gt;too hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were many times when the clouds would open&lt;br /&gt;and the sunlight come pourin through&lt;br /&gt;many times when the wind was blowin&lt;br /&gt;and the fragrance in the air was fresh and new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times when evil angels would surround me&lt;br /&gt;boastful mouths filled with vain deceit&lt;br /&gt;but they could not turn my gaze from Jesus&lt;br /&gt;as i lay prone and praising at his feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;and many other times&lt;br /&gt;too hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;there were many times when the sea was troubled&lt;br /&gt;many times calm before the storm&lt;br /&gt;many times when my ship was floatin&lt;br /&gt;where the breeze is gentle and the air is warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seagulls would fly all around me&lt;br /&gt;laughin and cryin all the same&lt;br /&gt;times when i have seen the dove descending&lt;br /&gt;to comfort and take away my shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;and many many other times&lt;br /&gt;too hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when we must retire&lt;br /&gt;times to rest the burdens that we bear&lt;br /&gt;there are times we must release our debtors&lt;br /&gt;from the invoices that we prepare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times to clothe the naked&lt;br /&gt;times to give sight to the blind&lt;br /&gt;times to speak the truth out boldly&lt;br /&gt;even when the world seems of a different mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;many times&lt;br /&gt;and many other times&lt;br /&gt;too hard to understand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113048635539741405?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113048635539741405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113048635539741405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113048635539741405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113048635539741405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/many-times.html' title='Many Times'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113048594515756389</id><published>2005-10-28T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:52:25.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hour After Hour</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather ©1993&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hour after hour&lt;br /&gt;sitting in this lonely place&lt;br /&gt;thinking 'bout my life&lt;br /&gt;and some things i would erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the quiet quite moment&lt;br /&gt;when his words fall softly through&lt;br /&gt;when my child the father speaks&lt;br /&gt;can no one hear but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many sore distractions&lt;br /&gt;competing for your time&lt;br /&gt;and many other matters&lt;br /&gt;that would occupy our mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he may come amid the turmoil&lt;br /&gt;peaceful moments scarce and few&lt;br /&gt;when my child the father speaks&lt;br /&gt;can no one hear but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be people all around you&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're on a stage&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're on a battlefield&lt;br /&gt;or locked up in a cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're being counted&lt;br /&gt;or being taken to the shu *&lt;br /&gt;when my child the father speaks&lt;br /&gt;can no one hear but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people have heard his sayings&lt;br /&gt;and many have been healed&lt;br /&gt;so few will ever know the good news&lt;br /&gt;that our salvation has been sealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while many  teachers and preachers be strainin'&lt;br /&gt;to hear his words so true&lt;br /&gt;when my child the father speaks&lt;br /&gt;can no one hear but you&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* solitary confinemrnt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113048594515756389?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113048594515756389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113048594515756389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113048594515756389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113048594515756389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/hour-after-hour.html' title='Hour After Hour'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113048563172933448</id><published>2005-10-28T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:47:11.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Eyes</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather ©2/22/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the garden of eden&lt;br /&gt;in your sad and lonely eyes&lt;br /&gt;when i take of this knowledge&lt;br /&gt;you and i together gonna die&lt;br /&gt;there is no other&lt;br /&gt;that i wanted &lt;br /&gt;you are my body my soul&lt;br /&gt;if you die&lt;br /&gt;i will perish&lt;br /&gt;i cannot living&lt;br /&gt;if you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad eyes &lt;br /&gt;sad eyes &lt;br /&gt;give me the fruit &lt;br /&gt;sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;i go with you you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the gardian of evil&lt;br /&gt;in your sad and loving eyes&lt;br /&gt;when i taste of your knowledge&lt;br /&gt;you and i together both must die&lt;br /&gt;there is no other&lt;br /&gt;that i wanted &lt;br /&gt;you are my body my soul&lt;br /&gt;if you die&lt;br /&gt;i will perish&lt;br /&gt;i cannot live&lt;br /&gt;if you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad eyes &lt;br /&gt;sad eyes &lt;br /&gt;give me the truth&lt;br /&gt;sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;sad eyes&lt;br /&gt;i go with you you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113048563172933448?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113048563172933448/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113048546226288000</id><published>2005-10-28T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:44:22.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Dreams</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather ©3/25/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i live in a complex universe&lt;br /&gt;where all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;come to pass&lt;br /&gt;i live where the&lt;br /&gt;tides flow soft and free&lt;br /&gt;on saphire streets&lt;br /&gt;made of glass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple dreams   &lt;br /&gt;come to be&lt;br /&gt;simple dream&lt;br /&gt;of  you n me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she once met a&lt;br /&gt;humble mason’s son&lt;br /&gt;lived down by the sea&lt;br /&gt;they sailed to an  island paradise&lt;br /&gt;lived naked up in a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple dreams   &lt;br /&gt;come to be&lt;br /&gt;simple dream&lt;br /&gt;of  you n me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they tried to wake me&lt;br /&gt;tried to make me stand&lt;br /&gt;i started dreaming&lt;br /&gt;nothing else got planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may be a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;may be you’re in a trance&lt;br /&gt;may be you’re hung up on&lt;br /&gt;some ancient tribal dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when the spirit carries you&lt;br /&gt;to your inner place&lt;br /&gt;you find yourself traveling&lt;br /&gt;way out in space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am coming to&lt;br /&gt;everlasting dreams&lt;br /&gt;where children wake up and play&lt;br /&gt;i live with&lt;br /&gt;all the little ones&lt;br /&gt;who dream their sad lives away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple dreams   &lt;br /&gt;come to be&lt;br /&gt;simple dream&lt;br /&gt;of  you n me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they tried to wake me&lt;br /&gt;tried to make me rise&lt;br /&gt;i started wearing&lt;br /&gt;burlap rainbow ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may be a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;may be in a trance&lt;br /&gt;may be you are hooked in&lt;br /&gt;some ancient tribal dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the spirit carries you&lt;br /&gt;to your inner place&lt;br /&gt;you travel to another world&lt;br /&gt;way out in space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113048546226288000?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113048546226288000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113048546226288000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113048546226288000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113048546226288000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/simple-dreams.html' title='Simple Dreams'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113048502458827955</id><published>2005-10-28T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:38:34.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She’s Standing</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeaher © 9/21/95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long you gonna hate your brother&lt;br /&gt;how long you gonna ‘spise your mother&lt;br /&gt;how long you gonna wait on some other&lt;br /&gt;whose telling you lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long you gonna carry your burden&lt;br /&gt;how long you gonna pretend it ain’t hurtin&lt;br /&gt;how long you gonna deny what is certain&lt;br /&gt;wearing a disquise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she’s standing right in front of you and me&lt;br /&gt;wisdom is plain to see&lt;br /&gt;to love the lord is what we need to do&lt;br /&gt;and your neighbor like you love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin the history of the world has ever shown&lt;br /&gt;a greater freedom from the bondage of flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;nothin that mankind has ever known&lt;br /&gt;is so wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this does not seem appealing to the lost&lt;br /&gt;who choose vengence and hatred&lt;br /&gt;at your cost&lt;br /&gt;now who has been duped&lt;br /&gt;a double cross&lt;br /&gt;is painted in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she’s standing right in front of you and me&lt;br /&gt;wisdom is plain to see&lt;br /&gt;to love the lord is what we need to do&lt;br /&gt;and your neighbor like you love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we do not have to settle any score&lt;br /&gt;that’s not what we come here for&lt;br /&gt;let him judge who can see so much more&lt;br /&gt;and we will rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she’s standing right in front of you and me&lt;br /&gt;wisdom is plain to see&lt;br /&gt;to love the lord is what we need to do&lt;br /&gt;and your neighbor like you love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113048502458827955?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113048502458827955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113048502458827955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;one day i drifted in the sea&lt;br /&gt;time and space encompassed me&lt;br /&gt;it was a quiet soft and warm&lt;br /&gt;coastal breeze my sails aloft&lt;br /&gt;liquid power&lt;br /&gt;would soon unfold&lt;br /&gt;as she swelled&lt;br /&gt;and as she roled&lt;br /&gt;spreading open by phosphor light&lt;br /&gt;she ran my noonday&lt;br /&gt;into night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satie deeper than blue&lt;br /&gt;no other woman will do&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where azure currents&lt;br /&gt;are apt to flow&lt;br /&gt;no sandy beaches&lt;br /&gt;are apt to show&lt;br /&gt;chilled suspended deep until&lt;br /&gt;volcanic passions encrypt the will&lt;br /&gt;can’t see the sea&lt;br /&gt;but in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;cant taste the fruit&lt;br /&gt;that makes me wise&lt;br /&gt;i search for life&lt;br /&gt;in this ocean of you&lt;br /&gt;with salty tears&lt;br /&gt;as you dance in blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satie deeper than blue&lt;br /&gt;no other woman will do&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she takes you where you wanna go&lt;br /&gt;she moves you in her gently flow&lt;br /&gt;cannot resist to breathe her breath&lt;br /&gt;her soul can break the bonds of death&lt;br /&gt;somethings this heart cannot reveal&lt;br /&gt;locked beneath her golden seal&lt;br /&gt;intimate is far away&lt;br /&gt;i must cross this sea today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satie deeper than blue&lt;br /&gt;no other woman will do&lt;br /&gt;[repeat]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113048482473273732?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113048482473273732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113048482473273732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Wildfeather © 9/25/1995&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;by words that seemed to care&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;by love that wasn’t there&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;by friends i thought were fair&lt;br /&gt;and i simply do not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;for thirty pieces sold&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;by a kiss so hot and cold&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;did not fit the mold&lt;br /&gt;and i simply do not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s easy to believe&lt;br /&gt;in what seems strong&lt;br /&gt;what looks so right&lt;br /&gt;often turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;put too much faith&lt;br /&gt;where it don't belong&lt;br /&gt;how can you know what’s true and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;expelled from the womb&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;by a race that won’t make room&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;as they eulogized at my tomb&lt;br /&gt;and i simply do not know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everthing i touch will change tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;hold it too tight and it brings you sorrow&lt;br /&gt;the time we’re livin in we only borrow&lt;br /&gt;the hours and minutes are so few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;by what i need the most&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;near to giving up the ghost&lt;br /&gt;been betrayed&lt;br /&gt;just like the lord of host&lt;br /&gt;and without him&lt;br /&gt;i simply do not know what to do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113044375103679017?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113044375103679017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113043601398176165</id><published>2005-10-27T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:03:12.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Aware</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather © 1/26/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be aware of your own human being&lt;br /&gt;be aware of the images you’re seeing&lt;br /&gt;be aware of your own human being&lt;br /&gt;be aware of the images you’re seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will never be&lt;br /&gt;another one  in the univers 3x]&lt;br /&gt;like you like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be aware of your own ailing spirit&lt;br /&gt;be aware of the one who came to heal it&lt;br /&gt;be aware of your own ailing spirit&lt;br /&gt;be aware of the one who came to heal it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will never be&lt;br /&gt;another one  in the univers 3x]&lt;br /&gt;like you like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be aware when the body starts dancing&lt;br /&gt;be aware what the spirit wants to say&lt;br /&gt;be aware when the body starts dancing&lt;br /&gt;be aware what the spirit wants to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will never be&lt;br /&gt;another one  in the univers 3x]&lt;br /&gt;like you like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be aware when they don’t want what is you man&lt;br /&gt;be aware the beast is on it’s way&lt;br /&gt;be aware when they don’t want what is you man&lt;br /&gt;be aware the beast is on it’s way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will never be&lt;br /&gt;another one  in the univers 3x]&lt;br /&gt;like you like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be aware his name sounds like betraya&lt;br /&gt;be aware who’s sitting on the throne&lt;br /&gt;be aware his name sounds like betraya&lt;br /&gt;be aware who’s sitting on the throne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will never be&lt;br /&gt;another one  in the univers 3x]&lt;br /&gt;like you like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113043601398176165?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113043601398176165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113043601398176165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043601398176165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043601398176165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/be-aware.html' title='Be Aware'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113043593929603453</id><published>2005-10-27T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:58:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather ©9/2/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late one night&lt;br /&gt;at nicki’s place&lt;br /&gt;danced with an angel&lt;br /&gt;put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;had rosey cheeks&lt;br /&gt;and a mission of love&lt;br /&gt;lighting down&lt;br /&gt;like a turtledove&lt;br /&gt;beth beth beth beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concentrated&lt;br /&gt;life in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;miraculous lines&lt;br /&gt;make a dead man rise&lt;br /&gt;teaching dance&lt;br /&gt;set a soul free&lt;br /&gt;animated&lt;br /&gt;fluidly&lt;br /&gt;beth beth beth beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many years apart&lt;br /&gt;this cherub from heaven&lt;br /&gt;stopped my foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left mc cartney&lt;br /&gt;back in liverpool&lt;br /&gt;to the poconos mountains&lt;br /&gt;to dance in a school&lt;br /&gt;to a fiery cab&lt;br /&gt;as divinity&lt;br /&gt;just come and gone&lt;br /&gt;like a wave in the sea&lt;br /&gt;beth beth beth beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many years apart&lt;br /&gt;this child from heaven&lt;br /&gt;stopped my foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surrogate daughters&lt;br /&gt;coast to coast&lt;br /&gt;a few bright few sons&lt;br /&gt;of whom i boast&lt;br /&gt;this cherub came down&lt;br /&gt;with celestial force&lt;br /&gt;calibrated&lt;br /&gt;right on course&lt;br /&gt;beth beth beth beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many years apart&lt;br /&gt;this child from heaven&lt;br /&gt;stopped my foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i been trvelin&lt;br /&gt;in hazardous way&lt;br /&gt;gonna strengthen my lines&lt;br /&gt;gonna tighten my stays&lt;br /&gt;when an angel comes&lt;br /&gt;need to praise&lt;br /&gt;the host of heaven&lt;br /&gt;in glorious ways&lt;br /&gt;beth beth beth beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many years apart&lt;br /&gt;this child from heaven&lt;br /&gt;stopped my foolish heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113043593929603453?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113043593929603453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113043593929603453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see money&lt;br /&gt;i see riches&lt;br /&gt;i see labels on your britches&lt;br /&gt;i see pleasure beyond measures&lt;br /&gt;    all around&lt;br /&gt;i see young men dressed for hire&lt;br /&gt;i see old ladies filled with fire&lt;br /&gt;i see children hooked&lt;br /&gt;on video sight and sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see needles&lt;br /&gt;i see horses&lt;br /&gt;i see multiple divorces&lt;br /&gt;i see bondage in the land&lt;br /&gt;     that they call free&lt;br /&gt;i see babies locked in closets&lt;br /&gt;i see spermicide deposits&lt;br /&gt;i see the day is comin'&lt;br /&gt;     to pay the fee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;a bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;but you can pay it off in time&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;some bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;soon your money&lt;br /&gt;will not be worth a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see taxes high as heaven&lt;br /&gt;i see morals low as hell&lt;br /&gt;i see hidden agendas everywhere&lt;br /&gt;oh i see the day is comin'&lt;br /&gt;you'll be out there a thumbin'&lt;br /&gt;yo' mamma will pass you by&lt;br /&gt;    won' even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see judges dressed like monkeys&lt;br /&gt;i see gurus leading donkeys&lt;br /&gt;i see doctors setting bones&lt;br /&gt;that are not broke&lt;br /&gt;i see lawyers fighting cases&lt;br /&gt;that  separate the races&lt;br /&gt;i see them hanging christians&lt;br /&gt;from the old oak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see images that surround us&lt;br /&gt;i see idols that confound us&lt;br /&gt;i see full acceptance&lt;br /&gt;of most we see and hear&lt;br /&gt;i see the power of the media&lt;br /&gt;to tightly hold the key to ya&lt;br /&gt;thinkin' minds they've&lt;br /&gt;colonized by fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;a bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;but you can pay it off in time&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;a bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;soon your money&lt;br /&gt;will not be worth a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see  candidates our running&lt;br /&gt;i see senators out bumming&lt;br /&gt;i see overfed overpaid government&lt;br /&gt;     bureaucrates&lt;br /&gt;i see good citizens getting drained&lt;br /&gt;i see silk ties getting stained&lt;br /&gt;they're drinkin' rothchild's wine&lt;br /&gt;     and strokin' persian cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see heads that look so foolish&lt;br /&gt;i see styles that look so ghoulish&lt;br /&gt;i see the desecration&lt;br /&gt;     of the human form&lt;br /&gt;i see macy's tills a ringin'&lt;br /&gt;i see textile moguls singin'&lt;br /&gt;i see the crowds decendin'&lt;br /&gt;     like a storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;a bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;but you can pay it off in time&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;a bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;but soon your money&lt;br /&gt;will not be worth a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see daddies work late hours&lt;br /&gt;i see mommies needin' flowers&lt;br /&gt;i see kiddies watchin' diddies&lt;br /&gt;     on the tube&lt;br /&gt;i see no one taking time&lt;br /&gt;no more reason&lt;br /&gt;no more rhyme&lt;br /&gt;only self-fulfilling oil changes&lt;br /&gt;     and lube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see kelp in our hot fudges&lt;br /&gt;i see mafia killing judges&lt;br /&gt;i see pollution in most we&lt;br /&gt;     eat and do&lt;br /&gt;i see farmers killing sucklings&lt;br /&gt;i see exxon cleaning ducklings&lt;br /&gt;i see tide pools and beaches&lt;br /&gt;     becoming few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see pimps with their hookers&lt;br /&gt;i see some takers&lt;br /&gt;     and some onlookers&lt;br /&gt;i see rocks&lt;br /&gt;     and lots of colorful balloons&lt;br /&gt;i see yo' poor uncle cyrus&lt;br /&gt;jus' caught the  h  i  v  virus&lt;br /&gt;i see this ain't no time&lt;br /&gt;     for fancy tunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see corruption in high places&lt;br /&gt;i see dirty hands&lt;br /&gt;     and smilin' faces&lt;br /&gt;i see business deals&lt;br /&gt;    designed to scoop the cream away&lt;br /&gt;i see helpless hopeless workers&lt;br /&gt;i see sorrowful tearjerkers&lt;br /&gt;i see solutions that never have&lt;br /&gt;their day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;a bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;but you can pay it off in time&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;some bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;but soon your money&lt;br /&gt;will not be worth a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see hidden agendas&lt;br /&gt;i see federal reserve offenders&lt;br /&gt;i see administrative process&lt;br /&gt;     changing the laws&lt;br /&gt;i see a higher  i  r  s  steeple&lt;br /&gt;not  by  or  for  the people&lt;br /&gt;we have been torn apart&lt;br /&gt;     by the rich man's claws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the world going global&lt;br /&gt;but i don't see anymore mobil&lt;br /&gt;i see the oil still flowin' from kuwait&lt;br /&gt;i see electronic transfer&lt;br /&gt;gonna make us all dance for&lt;br /&gt;     our next meal&lt;br /&gt;the hook is in the bait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see families hid in bankers&lt;br /&gt;i see bankers hid in nations&lt;br /&gt;i see interest being paid&lt;br /&gt;     beyond belief&lt;br /&gt;i see their strategies have succeeded&lt;br /&gt;i see our resources been depleted&lt;br /&gt;we  may never find the way&lt;br /&gt;     to catch this thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;a bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;but you can pay it off in time&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;some bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;but soon your money&lt;br /&gt;will not be worth a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see moviemakers reelin'&lt;br /&gt;from the profits they are peelin'&lt;br /&gt;from the wallets of lustful&lt;br /&gt;     minds and eyes&lt;br /&gt;i see women used as slobjects&lt;br /&gt;how come nobody objects&lt;br /&gt;your pregnant teenage daughter&lt;br /&gt;     was not so wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see the real issues being skirted&lt;br /&gt;i see justice being perverted&lt;br /&gt;i see handcuffs on the&lt;br /&gt;     wrists of the poor&lt;br /&gt;i see whiskey glasses knockin'&lt;br /&gt;i see rocks rollin' and rolls's'&lt;br /&gt;     rockin'&lt;br /&gt;i see the vice&lt;br /&gt;but i do not see the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;some bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;but you can pay it off in time&lt;br /&gt;somebody sold us&lt;br /&gt;a bad bill of goods&lt;br /&gt;but soon your money&lt;br /&gt;will not be worth a dime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see actors building churches&lt;br /&gt;i see birdies on their perches&lt;br /&gt;i see lambs being led to&lt;br /&gt;     slaughter every where&lt;br /&gt;i see light in the lowly&lt;br /&gt;i see truth in the holy&lt;br /&gt;i see salvation in hope&lt;br /&gt;     not in despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see his day a' comin'&lt;br /&gt;i see his word a' hummim'&lt;br /&gt;in the hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;of his blessed saints&lt;br /&gt;i see his joy in children&lt;br /&gt;that always seems to fill them&lt;br /&gt;come free us lord&lt;br /&gt;      from all of our restraints&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113043582301692022?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113043582301692022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113043582301692022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043582301692022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043582301692022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/bad-bill-of-goods.html' title='Bad Bill of Goods'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113043562114174316</id><published>2005-10-27T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:53:41.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather ©9/12/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kinna floated on by&lt;br /&gt;one night out dancin&lt;br /&gt;she caught my eye&lt;br /&gt;this gypsy woman could swing&lt;br /&gt;she wasn’t hung up&lt;br /&gt;on anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she worked her way to my space&lt;br /&gt;i saw the muses&lt;br /&gt;in her friendly face&lt;br /&gt;a moment passed she was gone&lt;br /&gt;someother dancer&lt;br /&gt;ws turning her on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know where she goes babe&lt;br /&gt;and i know how it flows&lt;br /&gt;‘n i can see it’s gonna take some time [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charity dancing in mime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tribal rhythms release you&lt;br /&gt;sonic power increase you&lt;br /&gt;dance like smoke in a breeze&lt;br /&gt;no sitting down if you please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as her motions reveal&lt;br /&gt;new soulful colors&lt;br /&gt;that touch and heal&lt;br /&gt;the leaves are shaking in me&lt;br /&gt;from the dynamic&lt;br /&gt;of this deep energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know where she goes babe&lt;br /&gt;and i know how it flows&lt;br /&gt;‘n i can see it’s gonna take some time [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charity dancing in mime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they watch but cannot surmise&lt;br /&gt;the flow of love from her&lt;br /&gt;mysitical eyes&lt;br /&gt;my turbulence now is calm&lt;br /&gt;her shaman dance&lt;br /&gt;is her healing balm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met her spirit that night&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were blinded&lt;br /&gt;in her open light&lt;br /&gt;the space between us stood still&lt;br /&gt;there was no more space to fill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know where she goes babe&lt;br /&gt;and i know how it flows&lt;br /&gt;‘n i can see it’s gonna take some time [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charity dancing in mime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113043562114174316?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113043562114174316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113043562114174316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043562114174316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043562114174316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/charity.html' title='Charity'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113043534401755944</id><published>2005-10-27T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:06:04.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of Mind</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather © 7/7/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find comfort&lt;br /&gt;and peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;in the solice of my day&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i work&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i weep&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i kneel down just to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can’t see the future&lt;br /&gt;don’t want the past&lt;br /&gt;it is now i need to find&lt;br /&gt;a place where all my&lt;br /&gt;lifetime stress and sorry&lt;br /&gt;will loosen up and unwind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times i got nobody&lt;br /&gt;i lay those lonesome feelings behind&lt;br /&gt;got someone ever with me&lt;br /&gt;my best friend my peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i call her&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;when my heart is filled with pain&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i cry out&lt;br /&gt;and she stretches over me&lt;br /&gt;when i’m caught in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my eyes open with the sunrise&lt;br /&gt;it all comes clear in her design&lt;br /&gt;got someone ever with me&lt;br /&gt;my best friend my peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will come a time&lt;br /&gt;when my teary eyes will fail&lt;br /&gt;my weary soul won’t stand so tall&lt;br /&gt;lord keep me walking&lt;br /&gt;through your promised land&lt;br /&gt;i will not stumble then or fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carry me over&lt;br /&gt;sweet jesus&lt;br /&gt;everything else i lay behind&lt;br /&gt;got someone ever with me&lt;br /&gt;my best friend peace of mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113043483909425462</id><published>2005-10-27T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T14:56:24.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Thing I’ve Got For You</title><content type='html'>for Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather © 12/24/97&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night we met&lt;br /&gt;something in the air&lt;br /&gt;led you to me&lt;br /&gt;when no one seemed to care&lt;br /&gt;not so sure&lt;br /&gt;what to say or do&lt;br /&gt;you’ll never know babe&lt;br /&gt;this thing i’ve got for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time you spoke&lt;br /&gt;couldn’t believe my ears&lt;br /&gt;half my age&lt;br /&gt;and wiser by forty years&lt;br /&gt;i like the way&lt;br /&gt;your heart and soul shine through&lt;br /&gt;you’ll never know babe&lt;br /&gt;this thing i’ve got for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tender spirit&lt;br /&gt;lives inside you&lt;br /&gt;to guide our journey&lt;br /&gt;day by day&lt;br /&gt;don't let no one night lover leave you&lt;br /&gt;all caught up in&lt;br /&gt;skin deep games we play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you’ve got that look&lt;br /&gt;i know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;but from the cradle&lt;br /&gt;i ain’t one to steal&lt;br /&gt;many others&lt;br /&gt;say they will be true&lt;br /&gt;you’ll never know babe&lt;br /&gt;this thing i’ve got for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if cold and heartless words&lt;br /&gt;have hurt you&lt;br /&gt;one can’t help but sadly weep&lt;br /&gt;no need to lie there feeling lonely&lt;br /&gt;just close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and i’ll sing you to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love that pretty glow&lt;br /&gt;in your warm sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;i see a swan in your&lt;br /&gt;soft and graceful style&lt;br /&gt;if there’s ever anything i can do&lt;br /&gt;you’ll never know babe&lt;br /&gt;this thing i’ve got for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113043483909425462?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113043483909425462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113043483909425462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043483909425462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043483909425462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-thing-ive-got-for-you.html' title='This Thing I’ve Got For You'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113043470937251505</id><published>2005-10-27T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:38:29.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeaher ©5/29/96&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have always cared for me&lt;br /&gt;always looking out after my hide&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;you are always there for me&lt;br /&gt;nothing could keep you from my side&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has never been another&lt;br /&gt;so faithful or so true&lt;br /&gt;there has never been another&lt;br /&gt;friend like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have always heard my cry&lt;br /&gt;in the night when the day is done&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;i see you in my mournings&lt;br /&gt;you are like the warm glow of the son&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there could never be another&lt;br /&gt;who could do the things you do&lt;br /&gt;there will never be another friend like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    golden calves&lt;br /&gt;           are playing all around us&lt;br /&gt;    inviting us to covet all we see&lt;br /&gt;    as everything we touch just&lt;br /&gt;            turns to powder&lt;br /&gt;    there is nothin like the friend&lt;br /&gt;            you are to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    wonder why i waited&lt;br /&gt;    so long to tell you how i care&lt;br /&gt;    or why i hesitated&lt;br /&gt;    to sing these words&lt;br /&gt;            to a friend so rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when i turn from you&lt;br /&gt;in your pain you still hold me so high&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;forgiving me for all i’ve done&lt;br /&gt;saying there’s no need to cry&lt;br /&gt;my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the moments or in waning hours&lt;br /&gt;i’ll be there to help you make it through&lt;br /&gt;there will never be&lt;br /&gt;another friend like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113043470937251505?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113043470937251505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113043470937251505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043470937251505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043470937251505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-113043453631788515</id><published>2005-10-27T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T10:35:36.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Your Head Around</title><content type='html'>10/4/03&lt;br /&gt;Jeseppi  Trade Wildfeather&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;[the highest value of tribe&lt;br /&gt;is to love the stranger]&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;he was a drifter&lt;br /&gt;nuggets of gold&lt;br /&gt;she was a miner&lt;br /&gt;her pick too heavy to hold&lt;br /&gt;diggin  channels&lt;br /&gt;deep veins of sound&lt;br /&gt;got something to sing about&lt;br /&gt;turn your head around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chosen family&lt;br /&gt;good seed to sew&lt;br /&gt;lovin strangers&lt;br /&gt;best way to go&lt;br /&gt;come together&lt;br /&gt;lost and found&lt;br /&gt;got something to sing about&lt;br /&gt;turn your head around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a prophet searches&lt;br /&gt;the promised land&lt;br /&gt;unbelievers&lt;br /&gt;don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;when it happens&lt;br /&gt;you stick around&lt;br /&gt;got something to sing about&lt;br /&gt;turn your head around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frightened creatures&lt;br /&gt;lying still&lt;br /&gt;some in the valley&lt;br /&gt;some on the hill&lt;br /&gt;living moments&lt;br /&gt;cannot be rewound&lt;br /&gt;got something to sing about&lt;br /&gt;turn your head around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love to some folk&lt;br /&gt;blind dumb and lame&lt;br /&gt;like a drifter&lt;br /&gt;without a name&lt;br /&gt;hands up to heaven&lt;br /&gt;feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;got something to sing about&lt;br /&gt;turn your head around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-113043453631788515?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/113043453631788515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=113043453631788515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043453631788515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/113043453631788515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/turn-your-head-around.html' title='Turn Your Head Around'/><author><name>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309492149024079845</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ETm1rYkjGUM/TK48LbFky_I/AAAAAAAAGNA/mkDuwsruLaY/S220/wild-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18156017.post-112996990648271051</id><published>2005-10-22T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:16:14.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road</title><content type='html'>Jeseppi Trade Wildfeather © 8/13/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many times&lt;br /&gt;will you turn away&lt;br /&gt;down a dark street&lt;br /&gt;wet with tears&lt;br /&gt;how may times&lt;br /&gt;can you acquiesce&lt;br /&gt;to all your passions and your fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft evening light&lt;br /&gt;in the heart of town&lt;br /&gt;on glossy roads&lt;br /&gt;smoke trails glow&lt;br /&gt;once knew a mojoman&lt;br /&gt;who disappeared&lt;br /&gt;into a vapor from below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does it take you&lt;br /&gt;where does it lead&lt;br /&gt;are there signposts i can read&lt;br /&gt;she said it turns right into paradise&lt;br /&gt;soon as it passes through her creed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah     nah nah    nah&lt;br /&gt;nah nah     nah    nah     nah&lt;br /&gt;nah     nah nah    nah     nah nah    nah [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some roads are narrow&lt;br /&gt;some are broad&lt;br /&gt;some take you&lt;br /&gt;where they  bleach your bones&lt;br /&gt;he sold his music&lt;br /&gt;for a pint of stout&lt;br /&gt;somewhere down the road&lt;br /&gt;of sad blue tones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did it start&lt;br /&gt;where does it end&lt;br /&gt;what is coming round the bend&lt;br /&gt;i see no future in lonely roads&lt;br /&gt;in fantasies we pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah   nah nah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some lead to calvary&lt;br /&gt;some to rome&lt;br /&gt;some to moslems&lt;br /&gt;christians and jews&lt;br /&gt;some end in college towns&lt;br /&gt;a new elite&lt;br /&gt;has given buddha rave reviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight lane highways&lt;br /&gt;bleeding arteries&lt;br /&gt;gridlocked in hopeless deep despair&lt;br /&gt;cannot traverse beyond this road we’re  on&lt;br /&gt;can’t pay the toll&lt;br /&gt;don’t have the fare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah     nah nah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-112996990648271051?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;nothing sacred but love baby [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she once  heard&lt;br /&gt;the voice of jesus&lt;br /&gt;through smiling buddhas in each ear&lt;br /&gt;she got caught&lt;br /&gt;in a sandstorm&lt;br /&gt;as she chanted&lt;br /&gt;beneath two camels&lt;br /&gt;filled with fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was an animal&lt;br /&gt;she was abused&lt;br /&gt;six thousand years&lt;br /&gt;worshiped a calf&lt;br /&gt;castrated hope&lt;br /&gt;her mateless eyes&lt;br /&gt;filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing sacred but love&lt;br /&gt;nothing sacred but love baby [repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy mountains&lt;br /&gt;piles of rubble&lt;br /&gt;famous wells bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;lie in places&lt;br /&gt;he once walked about&lt;br /&gt;where vultures come to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ancients saw him&lt;br /&gt;heard the voice&lt;br /&gt;incense carried in a breeze&lt;br /&gt;where princes battle&lt;br /&gt;he once stood&lt;br /&gt;between two elemental trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing sacred but love&lt;br /&gt;nothing sacred but love baby [repeat]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-112996847065866845?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/feeds/112996847065866845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18156017&amp;postID=112996847065866845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/112996847065866845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18156017/posts/default/112996847065866845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeseppisongs.blogspot.com/2005/10/nothing-sacred-but-love.html' title='Nothing Sacred But 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inner light clouds the sun&lt;br /&gt;immortal words caress my ear&lt;br /&gt;angel’s improv just begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallowed faces in my eye&lt;br /&gt;what is really left to find&lt;br /&gt;how many mountains must i climb&lt;br /&gt;in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rooms filled with smoke and fear&lt;br /&gt;where passion wars with those resigned&lt;br /&gt;drunk thoughts i often think&lt;br /&gt;tearful better left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the tavern where i drink&lt;br /&gt;a shot of dreams come an gone&lt;br /&gt;quiet morning crawls the sky&lt;br /&gt;i think it’s time i’m movin on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hallowed faces in my eye&lt;br /&gt;what is really left to find&lt;br /&gt;how many mountains must i climb&lt;br /&gt;in the corners of my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-112996808526717744?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' 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north winds blew&lt;br /&gt;couldn’t even find a safe place to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a young preacher once told me&lt;br /&gt;we’re all righteous in our own eyes&lt;br /&gt;we justify ourselves&lt;br /&gt;at our neighbor’s sad demise&lt;br /&gt;we build tall granite towers&lt;br /&gt;on piles of ancient lies&lt;br /&gt;claiming that god is on our side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my naivete&lt;br /&gt;trusted in your heart&lt;br /&gt;in my naivete&lt;br /&gt;hoped you would make it  from the start&lt;br /&gt;when my life had turned&lt;br /&gt;you tried me like a witch to be burned&lt;br /&gt;go ‘head ignite your cross&lt;br /&gt;i ain't gonna wear your brand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a young prophet once said&lt;br /&gt;she had always been disdained&lt;br /&gt;in the town she was born&lt;br /&gt;in the  places she was trained&lt;br /&gt;ain’t no use talkin'’&lt;br /&gt;ain’t no use getin'’ drained&lt;br /&gt;when you speak&lt;br /&gt;they all run and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my naivete&lt;br /&gt;sat in my car and cried&lt;br /&gt;in my naivete&lt;br /&gt;my life force nearly up and died&lt;br /&gt;too many burdens and cares&lt;br /&gt;hostile painted faces and glares&lt;br /&gt;yeah everybody loves&lt;br /&gt;but there ain’t one kind word&lt;br /&gt;in the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a young hooker once advised me&lt;br /&gt;why not let it pass&lt;br /&gt;c’mon let’s blow a little dew&lt;br /&gt;then let’s lie down in the grass&lt;br /&gt;you don’ t have to crawl&lt;br /&gt;on no mo’  broken glass&lt;br /&gt;jus' take your little bottleneck&lt;br /&gt;and let it slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my naivete&lt;br /&gt;eyes open wide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18156017-112996784944370712?l=jeseppisongs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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