How to welcome New

Birth to celebrate 

Dawn to awaken sunrise  

A count down to new 

The Singing Storm New York

Wind swept sea shore 
Brush a sea sand on my feet 
Sea sounds always in choir like la la shiiii 

Shii coconut trees and mexican wave 
A thousand voices heard out loud  
With the sea storm singing lala shiii 

Shii  coming to land some where near you
That then means surely there is something wrong 
Out at sea, spinning clouds la la la 

The winds are heavy with storm
LOUD to hear, singing an upset
Blowing a trumpet

La la shii, oh soon it would reach 
These here shores of ours, making land
Hopefully it would just be a brizzle 

And not fill a pond in land
Full of yellow cabs
New york, new york, la la shii

The Last Supper

In my last supper 
I ask to have my table laid 
I ask to sit facing east  


I ask to have a banquet set  
With delight, a feast fit to serve a king 
In my last supper 


In my last supper 
Sat with friends on the eve of the night before 
And in waiting, who remains, who betrays  


In my last supper 
Before the cock crows to announce,  new calenders 
And a new paradigm is unwrapped, set on us 


On the eleventh hour of transformation 
Stood dressed in fine suits to impress 
I asked to be served my last supper, of this time 

This time, of this time 
In my last supper 
Indeed in my last supper of this time