Amerikan Bodhi (!)
Death is very real
And I am the American Buddha
There is no enlightenment
Only suffering ’til you don’t give a shit
…
Play your music on the bench
Chubby little bearded bald man
Even the Asians appear to accept you
…
Chased by the taxman
Massive anti-natural state
Calm your nerves with whisky
…
No sleep. No sleep. No sleep.
My spirit is restless
Family thinks I’m cold though I’ve lit infinite
Fires by their feet
Those I care for, and who can truly see me,
know my warmth
…
The ones supposed to be closest to me, have left me
The strangers understand you
…
Flying through the mist of the
Shingon sect toward Kiyomizu in Yamagata Village
I find my spirit family in the woods
At the top of a mountain approached only
By a scary, winding, broken mountain road
…
We make wishes and prayers with
3 coins
I hold my pose
And dream of a rock ’n’ roll future
But maybe, there’s a better one
Just playing guitar in a small
village or something
With a little jug of
inspiration
But more than that
Finally
Acceptance and resources
…
DO YOU NOT FUCKING REALIZE YOU’RE HAVING A FUCKING
VISCERAL STRESS RESPONSE
BECAUSE YOUR LIFE’S IN ACTUAL JEOPARDY!?
