This is the clever song of the clever man whose got a responsible and witty plan in the palm of his palm reader's hand, in the way in which she has the owl's and the condor eye, and the way in which she looks right in to all the steadfast and cutthroat authority, the nonchalant bliss of a tree in great caliber of a palm blowing out like a vulture's wingspan into a spring of oak leafs of a glen beauty of raven-casting of the dive into the earth-spring of mind-body alacrity and finesse, of the song of still-tomorrow in the light of oneness.

The Way of Heights

by ben bussewitz

The way in that the life on the height of balls of eighth notes of soy and chocolate in the swirly straw, the chocolate balls, marshmallows and vanilla bean toffee, toffee, or coffee?  The life in a swirl of floating straw bearing meandering of the straw hat on a strawman of a philosopher like Kant or Derrida or Wittgenstein or Rorty or Ptah or any of the Pre-Socratics, the way the cannon is misunderstood, their chasing tongue of the sound of their ways of worldview in a fucked up lives.  There are beauties in each wreath, but let's not talk about square-circles or anything, let's make up something we understand, like new names for all the kings of France.  There are more sounds than tomorrow in tomorrow's head, why not the sound of some electric guitar in a cup of ale in ice glasses of beat up drums in a beat up punk band that has got the groove of dynamic in a cup running over the century, from the twentieth day the punks had had enough, and they took down the authority's in the twenty-fifth year when they've heard the punk-ass assholes with crass sounds and smears on their cheeks setting off by the firecrackers of the Tennessee Hustler's funny prank, that gets them to topple over and be little puppies playing 'ahead, dead.  In the punk-rock authority: we are the best.  (Tennessee Hustler.)

ben bussewitz is Tennessee Hustler.  He is the number one of all things.  He is each person's number one.  He is the smell of the sun, beating down and getting you tan, he is millions of miles away, but with the next three .mp3's you've got him in the palm of your hand.

Strawberry Seed by ben bussewitz (the .mp3)

Peace of Love by ben bussewitz (the .mp3)

Beep in the Two Meters of Song (the .mp3)

- ben bussewitz