Handing out some Ju Ju Beas
Staring at some subway queens
Behind my shaded glasses
They can feel my yoga sets -
I do in my basement light -
Fretless guitar w/ out a fight.
Standing on a bridge above the river
Am I supposed to follow her here -
Or shall I walk across the dream bridge -
Make it to the other side - then blow lid
It’s just a nasty little surprise
-In the box a hole filled w/ light
-In the dark w/ out a fight
-Twisted notes w/out the lies
-Something to ponder & figure out
Just who am I – who am I – who am I
May 2003
John Alan Conte` JR