Some Kind Of Blue

The Prince of Darkness
Was beaten by the police today
His khaki suit and tie baring, crimson splat
From his head struck by a cop at Birdland
His blood gushed over like oil from a tanker
Tragic ballads of yesterdays and moon frowns
I still hear Morpheus skipping rocks across dreams
If I were a bell I’d toll for gone gone gone oceans

The Abolition of the Automobile

So one of the most remarkable and hardest decisions that I have made recently was to sell my car. Obviously, for a lot of Americans the decision to sell their car would be unconscionable. It was a difficult one for me. I loved my car. However, there comes a time when the very act of ownership becomes a reinforced complicity in a failed and rapacious big oil paradigm that is predicated on the domination and exploitation of this place we call Earth.