hassan d'rush

hassan d'rush d'rush hassan

I'll be the king of the world when the sun god's gone

everybody bowing down to mark my path

glory to gods I’m the prince of kadesh

now the pharaoh’s gonna suffer and his feet will bleed

‘cause I’m going down to megiddo to gather the breed

when the pharaoh comes down looking to fight

he’ll be the sacrificial lamb to the gods of the nile

oh talking to the megiddo boys

(just rest  we still have time to rest)

twenty-five years since the pharaoh came down

now we’re pushing up the muscle to hold our ground

they’re coming from the north like the crocodile said

but i’m covered if they’re coming from the south instead

generals say they’ll be coming from the west

 i’ll told ‘em there’s no way gods don’t guess

he’s coming from the south like a pharaoh man should

and the megiddo boys are gonna chop him up good

oh talking to the megiddo boys


(this song comes from a conversation between byron and

max while living together in nederland, colorado. max

was studying egyptian history.  he thought byron wasn’t

listening. byron was.  sort of.)

radio sol

she and i beat fast  faster than the common heart

faster than a roller coaster racing down the track

quicker than a flower blooming in the summer sun

when rainy days are done

radio sol  flow into my heart at night and

tell me what she dreams

waves of love  i can feel the light of earth

lying next to me

she and i go far  farther than the comet flies

farther than euphoric beams of smiling ancient suns

leaping all through them just to find the perfect ones

with perfect days to come

she and i will last  longer than the poets have

longer than stone that seals away the first pharoah

always will we flow


(written for anne ternus, this song was chosen as

one of the two songs made into videos.  it was never

finished.  the two painted people come from this

video:  gil and janine had broken up, and reunited

after their performance onscreen.  they were later


star waltz

i’m leaving the earth far behind

back to the stars 

where i belong   with you

i’m leaving here forever

riding on thunder from heaven

with you

and when the rain falls

we can watch it from above

by starlight

where we build a world of love

and it’s all right now


elements of true joy

when you have to perform

please perform like a man

punch a hole in the mile of true deep

and make an escape if you can

you’ll have to walk straight into nothing

down into the caves

underneath the water where the eyeless dwell

and jesus never saves

elements of true joy

coat books lunch and soul

are the things that keep me whole

rack fire endless pain

are all the things that i contain

eyes thighs and pleasant sighs

come to nothing when you die

i swim in rainbow worlds

and elements of true joy

cool rain  all night

then we’re gone

true joy


(a song from byron’s screenplay the bogalusa

swamp monster stories.  classic early sheep

featuring jennifer paige ward and natalie on

backup vocals. sky and missy had not yet joined.)

bound to you

i’m bound to you

and all the things that you dream

i will dream too

i believe in you now

and i know i make the earth alter its course

if you love me somehow

all the giants are awake as the tunnels in the clouds form

the light of the sun is obscured then the lightning rolls

in sheets and columns all across a black sky

i become a far-flung nebula and die and

i’m bound to you

and all the things that you dream

will come true

i know all your pain

but the stars are in line for us

all of them smiling

i know they’re forever

they told me so yesterday

i’m bound to you

and all the things that you dream

i will dream too


(one of the most popular sheep songs

ever written.  pre-missy keyboards played by

tom barnes. sky had just joined the band.)

world war b

take a blanket and climb up on the hill

a fine fine day for the happening

sunlight so surreal

mars is hovering

and shows a pleasant smile

the marching columns

of men extend for miles

alexander in the sky

and the pyres burn high

it’s a world war

now charlemagne’s yelling at the referee

as if that boy could hear

napoleon’s chatting with genghis

while adolf cracks a beer

xerxes hangs out with the band

admiral togo sails the yamamoto

onward through the sand

while the french calvary gets high

mick lurks somewhere nearby

bright pink frisbees in the sky

it’s like a world war

it’s a wild wild day for a world world war

grant plays twister on the lawn

darius goes out for the bomb

hannibal works on his tan

sargon hangs out with the band

oleg dresses so cool

washington fell in the pool

it’s a world war


(dedicated to military historian john

keegan.  true fans of history will spot

the one total absurdity, a mistake byron

has forever regretted. this song is yet

another byron and max heavily stoned


Shadow Above

saved by windows

and doors that grow in the ground

low roll  seaside

sheherezade of the sand

shadow above 

living is rage

always the changes

by the fifth of july

every daydream

summer and sailing

blue sky

no one sees me

but the face in the ground

silent  graceful

and the shades have been drawn

shadow above

no iron cages

always the danger

by the fifth of july

luna will save me

up in the high trees

too high

the darkest hours

when nothing moves

but the sigh of the lord

castle walls

survey all

but the figure

crouched below


(missy sings this plea

for release from obscurity.)


the change is now

we feel in one

real   real and true

safe from all harm

i am breathing

deep inside you

barely breathing

old love

we are flying

on moon black ocean

low below the storm

rain in the window

i am moving

deep inside you

always moving

old love


(sky’s out-of-kilter creeper.)



i’m going far out

in this song

but one of us here is a dreamer

the only real one


awaken from violence

release us from here


the force of your nightmare

is too cruel to bear

i’m getting laughed at

for this one

but one of us here is a dreamer

who slept too long


won’t you free us from

razored betrayal above


in the real life i’m happy

and she’s still in love

she is sliding silently

through the alleyways at night

oh  i can feel

all my dreaming turn to ice

she’s with someone not alone

underneath a foreign sky

oh  i’m not here

just a dream and that’s all right

wake up dreamer


(an odd ditty.  favorite of discarded

boyfriends and husbands everywhere.)

time of our lives

well hello again welcome to the wild

world of alter-color we vibrate light

now for the next stage

the black cave and on and on

to the high electric age

shout  what are we about

don’t take no philosopher to figure this out

we’ve got to forward-head star swarm

i’ve been in orbit since i was born

another day

why do we stay

i know a way

in time of our lives

in the time of our lives the iron will fly

to mine the little diamonds in the beautiful sky

crystalline sparrows swing on orange breeze

all the gleaming children

climb the beautiful trees

take a walk  the river is nice  a perfect day

remember from time to time

the ones we left behind

well let’s see there’s procyon bellatrix barnard’s star

phad etamin wolfe and accamar

aldebaran rigel regulus sirius

fomalhaut betelgeuse algol and enif

tarazed 61 cygnus B

el nath where the mushrooms wait for me

vega  shaula spica izar altair polaris and mira


(twenty-five star rap and a ringing call for

all-out space exploration and diaspora.  goddamn

important and meaningful song.  let’s go.)


wild crazy dancing cyborgs

coming in from the rolly dune world

the female ones are perfect

so you’d better tie down your souls

the carrier signal flies tonight

cathode colored rays in flight

blackness is your life

living in the satellite

it’s a strange night in the satellite

images from venus

someone can communicate

purple eyes with three-inch fangs

smiling faces from the cave

oh  they’re all coming out tonight

i don’t want to be here now

i want to be alone

the black leviathan is drunk and

knocking down my door

never gonna make it down now  no

it’s a strange night in the satellite

it’s my last night in the satellite

staring at the stars

i send them messages of love

there is no answer


(the problems of a poor working stiff

up in the orbiting tin can station.)

black car

through rain and sun and love

like a blue heart wave

she takes me

black car whistling down the dark road

only broken love on the radio

clear waves from the brilliant moon

orion sharp and cold in the dream trees too

and I glide on beams of light

blue flourescent tunnels in the mountains

never end and wind forever

pure white socks on the goddess of love

her eyes are fire her eyes are my fire

and we’ve gone a million miles

black car whistling down the dark road

only broken love on the radio

pure white socks on the goddess of love

her eyes are fire her eyes are my fire

and we’ve gone a million miles

and I glide on beams of light

beat park

when the little boy grinned in flames

pieces of me fell out from the air

walk to the right and talk in rings

no head one head two heads now

he said:  this could be amusing

a mellow afternoon of flame on

shame on slam on flame on

white steel

blots out the stars

take the next train to istanbul

don’t take mota better hide your mota

look at those turkish blood-and-thunder types

stay low be high flame on

paint a clock on your face just for the thrills

and hang yourself but then survive

i’m a leaping man an electric arc

truth out tune in flame on

white steel blots out the stars

down at the beat park

there’s a white light

down at the beat park

white light

come on down

to the beat park


(byron wrote these lyrics in a class.  they

are apparently full of secret meanings. this

became the lone sheep video, in which byron

hangs upside down, max dances on a cross, steve

swings from a wire, natalie dances with

monsters, tom drums with hammers, sky dons

a tuxedo for art, and missy’s wildly painted face

expresses an evident joy.)

space hippie

sky high flying from the top of the stairs

crashes to the floor stands up and he swears

i’m tired of the earth pulling down on me

gonna build a machine to repeal the gravity

later at the chateau jehovah goes wild

he says to sky:  sky man you’re making me smile

your instrument appeals to my tom swift side

i’m gonna build a spaceship twenty miles wide

two of everything

make sure that the birds sing

all the bluebells ring

and give your cats to natalie

no  i don’t want to be a fundamentalist

no  i don’t want to have a brave new order

no i don’t want to be a business major

no i want to be a space hippie oh yeah

missy io says:  can i bring my dogs

and is it true the plants grow eighty feet tall

you know i’ll always love the human race

but mad mad max says there’s no police in outer space

clean steve is packed and ready to leave

i’m growing my hair man how much do you need

long long long like mister mister green

long enough to make it on the planetary scene

no  i don’t want to lead the aryan nation

no  i don’t want to be young and restless

no  i don’t want to have a head full of jello

no  i want to be a space hippie oh yeah

no  i don’t want to guard government gas chambers

no  i don’t want to be a psychotic weirdo

no  i don’t want to sell rug insurance

no i want to be a      oh yeah

(pete clemente is a space hippie too)


(inspired by the star trek episode in which mr.

spock groks the flower children.  all still very


the gathering

the hills are purple and the valley is shining

everyone is off on their own

soon the fat yellow moon will call the gathering

deep in the forest is a magic well

where everyone will come to drink and laugh

sweet libation to connect their minds

for gathering

all around the bonfires we sing

show all

all along the way

save yourself

tiny sprinkles of light above us

every one of them full of love

as we paint ourselves to defy gravity

now the yellow moon fills the sky

crystal clear on this perfect night

very soon all of us will fly

for gathering

high abovce the bonfires we sing

show all along the way

save yourself

i’ve flown far away

by myself

now the stars fill the sky

everyone full of light

and the moon calls us home

we sing

at the gathering

of souls


big blue hole in the sky

twisted my love

so i became a monster

and i tore her all up

they put me in the hole

for the rest of my life

feels like a million years

my mom and dad

brought this box of food

look at this comb man

it works real good

real nice of them to come

and see me off

i’m gone

and i won’t be back

so long

when you feel the dread

steal into your heart at night

you’ll know it’s me

i remember as a child

kicking over my bike

roaring up to god

to scare him with my knife

the girls really like the way

the monster boys 

deal in electric dread

big blue hole in the sky

melted me down

so i became a planet

and pulled her in the ground

they put me in the hole

for the rest of my life

feels like a million years


i will always be

for eternity

your love

and when you’re scared

trouble everywhere

i’ll be there

as endless summers

come to close and fall

are the stars burning

i hear them calling


your voice is low

like a radio

i know

we never end

like a river bends to ocean

as  late september

evenings rise at dawn

are we in stars dear

i’ll be shining near you

quiet island

moon tree

the swaying angel says

the highway is smooth from above

we can both feel where we’ve gone

end of the song

the world beneath

purple submarines

lightning engineers

diesel and steam

i will not be scared

never look away

always strolling high

prism on your forehead

we ride forward


flying windshield knows

the desert is dark from above

we both know what we’ve done

the end has come

the world beneath

throbbing machines

secret engineers

diesel and steam

i will not be scared

never look away

always strolling high

prism on your forehead

we rise forward

all day love

i sing your name

all day my

quiet island

sad songs

the older people sing

the cities are bright from above

we follow the sign

end of the line


(another of the last demos.  unrecorded,

never performed, this song is about the

time byron and anne embarked on a

futuristic crime spree together.)

the woorb

you who see without light of the day

are you there

can you hear these things that i say

i’m not crazy 

i am just open and unafraid

of all the deadly peril

surrounding us this very moment yeah

and when mother comes to drive us all to paradise

we will take our air from the gods all around us

(they will take away my songs oh)

you who see without light of the sun

are you lonely in there

the place that you are

i’m not crazy I am just open and not afraid

of all the deadly peril

surrounding us this very moment yeah

and when father/mother takes us down to meet our maker yeah

we will tell him how

our hearts and minds have betrayed us

(they will take away my songs oh)

this is a bubble in time

the sun frozen on its track


(one of the last sheep songs ever written, this

demo version features only steve and byron. missy

io performed this song live at the sheep’s final

public performance at the playwright’s theater

on the csus campus. it is about byron’s aging

dog, soren  kierkegaard.)

party in the u.s.a.

citizens of earth

mother nature adores you

even the darkness

which absorbs you

come to a party in the u.s.a.

five billion people just swaying the sway

a hundred thousand years since we been this way

i’ve got to find out if everyone is o.k.

it’s a little weird

we could all be here

and no one would fight  no

everything’s all right

citizens of earth

we’re gonna have lots of fun now

and see if we can all can fit inside california

come to a party in the u.s.a.

five billion people on the dock of the bay

telling out stories of love gone wrong

brothers and sisters just swaying to the same song

we could take off all our clothes

and maybe go swimming

i’m sure we’ve got enough room

come to the u.s.a.

come to a party in the u.s.a.


(the final last demo.  max on bass, steve on

guitar, byron singing stuff.  recorded at

the sheephouse one morning.)

grey monk

                        (by william blake)

"I die, I die!" the Mother said,

"My children die for lack of bread.

What more has the merciless Tyrant said?"

The Monk sat down on the stony bed.


The blood red ran from the Grey Monk's side,

His hands and feet were wounded wide,

His body bent, his arms and knees

Like to the roots of ancient trees.


His eye was dry; no tear could flow:

A hollow groan first spoke his woe.

He trembled and shudder'd upon the bed;

At length with a feeble cry he said:


"When God commanded this hand to write

In the studious hours of deep midnight,

He told me the writing I wrote should prove

The bane of all that on Earth I lov'd.


My Brother starv'd between two walls,

His Children's cry my soul appalls;

I mock'd at the rack and griding chain,

My bent body mocks their torturing pain.


Thy father drew his sword in the North,

With his thousands strong he marched forth;

Thy Brother has arm'd himself in steel

To avenge the wrongs thy Children feel.


But vain the Sword and vain the Bow,

They never can work War's overthrow.

The Hermit's prayer and the Widow's tear

Alone can free the World from fear.


For a Tear is an intellectual thing,

And a Sigh is the sword of an Angel King,

And the bitter groan of the Martyr's woe

Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow.


The hand of Vengeance found the bed

To which the Purple Tyrant fled;

The iron hand crush'd the Tyrant's head

And became a Tyrant in his stead."


(the best of baby fae’s heart.  guitar by greg

wells, words by william blake, oberheim drum

machine and keyboard bass by tom barnes.  this

was recorded at free-wheelin’ studios in denver,

colorado at 4 a.m.  the original version is over fifteen

minutes long. byron was drinking brandy.)

the beast

look ye down on insidious haze

danced about by the ravishing cyclone

blackened light

in the orb of the pharoah

shining on your life tomorrow

and the beast has pain

he has the fear of his death in his mind

and no one explains why

crashing down on the edge of an avalanche

tryptophan and a tough of the nightshade

open arms in the smile of a deviant

the animals will grieve tomorrow


(written and recorded one afternoon in

chandler, az.  this is the third take of three

takes, and is the best example of the

powerful and immediate nature of bfh's

improvisational skills.  also part of the

"van" cycle.)

bay of phosphorescence

a skip on the dark side

unabsorbed and tied time-like

a softly-breathed mooncall

as the shadow star falls

the silent ones phosphoresce

in the sands along the bay

the summer winds caress

the marks of time away

there are lights upon the river

the torches burn forever

as the claws of midnight

shroud the poet’s second sight

his woman savors pleasure

she taunts him at her leisure

her words of love they sting his flesh

again and more for the game is fresh

silent ones phosphoresce

in the sands along the bay

the summer winds caress

the marks of time away


(byron's childhood memories of

half moon bay on the coast of

saudi arabia temper other memories

of a bad relationship.  the water of

the gulf would phosphoresce during

night swimming, lighting up the bodies

of the swimmers as if they were angels.

the wet sand provided the same effect.

this song is part of the all-night session

that produced "grey monk".)

rave on

coming on to the cold end

breaking down souls of good men

a white horse walking on the mind bend

a white witch listen to the wet wind

walking on edge in a strange land

got to treat love with a cold hand

know thyself like a blind man

smiling all the way to hell

rave on

giving all to the mad thing

meditate what the sun bring

cry in fear when the bell ring

go working on your weird thing

yeah and then the drum roll

living down in a dark hole

keeping the beat like a blind soul

smiling all the way to hell

rave on


(from the same session as “robert

 tomorrow”, and from the same period

of lyrical darkness, “in the van”.  tom

interprets byron’s acoustic guitar

music in tom’s fashion.)

moving like a shadow

i’m moving like a shadow now

got words like weapons for you baby

i’m thinking of things i don’t know

like what you mean by passing me by

i’m you baby

i’m moving under pressure now

i’m holding up the earth for you

i’m dreaming of a tropic storm

and i am all alone with you

with you baby

there’s a liquid howl

in my distant mind

don’t expect eyes of despair

but there’s no peace to find

this desire it cuts it binds

I’m getting to the point now

i got a heart like a spear

i’m an arrow with your name on it

and you know it’s getting near the time


(the very first song ever.  written the night

before by byron, using three chords from a

robert johnson song.  byron is actually playing

the guitar on this, on a guitar given to him

by a heavy-metal hitchhiker.  harmonica

synthesizer by a very talented keyboard player

 from the phoenix-based band “the hobos”.

 tom barnes sings backup.  recorded with

byron’s rent money.  not included: the flip side,

“you’re an android”.)


In 1956

i’m drivning my desoto when

some psycho punk in metal skin

drops onto my hood again

his black tectonic space guitar

the instrument of a brutal crime

slams beethoven spiral jive

into catatonic overdrive

plutonium lone ranger rides

the coalescing radon tides

blind and hollow hydrogen

surfing on the edge of the solar wind

in 1929

i’m driving my ferrari well

some psychosonic jezebel

jumps up on my steering wheel

flies on ergot osmium

to a spinning para non-locale

blows ectoplasmic saxaphone

as clean as glass on platinum

siren sails the line of O

some common sandra seville-jones

on jovian barbituates

frying and articulate

oh cyril



The first of cartoon’s four songs.  Vocals, lyrics, and drum machine by Byron;  bass, guitars, and all other intstruments by J.G. Wells.  This 4 -track recording session was financed with Byron’s cherry 1966 Volkswagen Beetle, in Nederland, Colorado.



glistening in my head

like so much breathing grey

if a molecule was alive

what do you think it would say

look at the one in your hand

smiling at you now

there’s one on your thumb

want to say hi but it don’t know how

and there’s so little time

but time’s not really there

and you can talk to everything

just send your wave into the air

talk to the particle wave

get naked rant and rave

get high with a Red

sleep in the water

jump in the air

float where you want to

glistening in my head

like so much breathing grey

if all molecules are alive

they might go their separate ways

and you’d turn into smoke

and you would have no mass

the tv wouldn’t work

and everything would turn to gas



The third of cartoon’s four songs.


mind probe

open up the lines for signal now

we’re looking through the window at the world of walter time

punching his clock in double beat

hoping that the boss will favor me

that’s the world of walter time

alarm clock nightmare never get free

as walter time grows passionless and empty

blood test blues don’t trouble his brain

he’s a good republican and clean

until they do the mind probe  the mind probe

so they can truly grasp him

and they look into a nightmare soul

but perfectly whole

just drifting away

the mind probe  mind probe

so they can understand

and they turn you into a vegetable

but perfectly whole

just drifting away

now walter time has lost his mind

his chosen fate has not been kind

nothing to be done

all his colors flee from him 

childhood shadows fade away

and love

one more man who has no face

and never dreams of outer space

that’s the story

no one can escape the pain

and all the normals are insane


(recorded at the president’s day party.  held

at the sheephouse, everyone who came had to

claim to be the president of something or be

chucked out into the cold.  many people climbed

 the rope ladder up into the thirty-five-foot high

 tree platform byron had just designed and built

 in the backyard.  some did not return.)

love for this one

love    set to rolling

rolling around the gods

love for this one

there’s a hole in my life

and i pour out

socket of all love

won’t you please accept me

sun in my eyes and i’m only ten

she’s taken it down to the basic thing

window of god beaming out her light

every man wants to be me tonight

pillars of gold in the aztec black

frame a palace of stone against empty hills

wait for the moon to make a perfect circle

do it again and i’m on a roll

i’m on a roll

love set to rolling

rolling around the gods

love for this one

syracuse was a wall

and i’m bound to sink down

son of a passion for the labor of love

love for this one

love for this one


(aleister crowley’s novel moonchild

inspired this.  written at the sheephouse

on byron’s untunable pawn-shop

electric,which he purchased while homeless

for one hundred dollars.  it was originally

 strung with piano wire.)

captain wilson

smile and handshake zombies

are waiting by the dock as

captain wilson shouts out hello

back from his remarkable voyage

whiskey for the crew and many women later

willoughby wilson wakes up to find

his head is shaved legs in irons

talking to the prisoners he learns about the changes

that have evolved while he’s been busy

wrestling storms and stray sea demons

everyone has gone crazy

there was a time when the magic worked

and all the creatures talked aloud

when the gods were merciful sometimes

twenty years later and our hero willoughby wilson

well he’s been living in the jungle

staying alive on bark and berries

he’s been talking to the chimpanzees

just like some distant cousin

teach them words and tell good stories

one terrible day some men come in from town

they’ve been busy chopping down trees

paving roads and planning condos

but not today   today they shoot the monkey

and willoughby wilson cries out loud:

you have shot my brothers down

so i’m going to teach them to make guns

the monkeys raged upon the town

and captain wilson led the charge

oh the gods were with them for awhile


(soon to be a major motion picture.)

the dog

in sixty-five vickie lived in the trailer court

in a ten-foot chromium box

extensive inner world

imaginary girl

her older brother says that she rocks

well it felt like bad religion

daddy had some hard luck

the boys all want to play

she’s crazy anyway

he said: teach her how to make us a buck

and vickie talks to her dog

and he tells her someone someday

will give her freedom

todd had a trailer

hippie painting on the wall

he had long long hair and smoked the pot

it tugged at his soul

as he watched them come and go

he knew because he read a lot

well it felt like bad radiation

todd had seen her once or twice

she had long long hair

an unusual stare

her eyes were the color of ice

one day todd heard vickie screaming out loud

he came flying out the trailer door

grabbed a piece of pipe

and took a man’s life

the others wouldn’t stay for more

well it felt like predestination

as they got into the car and drove

when the brothers came around

they tried to track them down

but no one can fight true love

the children play with the dog

when he tells them: i will always love you

they can hear him


(inspired by a newspaper story, and byron’s

deep feelings about the state where he was


jupiter sheep

you know i’m not real

i couldn’t be real

i’m just getting better

at keeping my picture steady

now we’re in the living room

all these people here

i don’t think they see me

i must be an invisible picture

the waterfall sun

floating up above

but no one seems to notice

so i pull out my gun and kill them all

surfing through the walls

there are no real walls

i take a wrong turn

and fall through the floor into cosmic grey clouds

(someone other than the white earth mother

has a hand in wrecking my life i mean man

all things together i don’t know whether

i’d rather have it now with the quick knife

but i gotta step through the door

into the future once more

like a walking talking lead crusader

diving down through the pools of methane-ammonia

to communicate love to the sky beings

floating over pens full of jupiter sheep

five hundred miles an hour for love

and i’m never gonna land on my feet  no)

you know i love the world

i want to be the world

i don’t know why i do it but sometimes

i try to make it move around

the moon is my friend

i want to be the moon

and hang up above in the night sky

just for elizabeth taylor

the sun is alive

and little men live there

manipulating knobs on machines

that make me say these things

i want to be you

c’mon you can be me

and go falling through the bed

screaming into cosmic grey clouds

(stone age of reason for the blue-white planet

that’s third in the order of the brothers

and everybody there’s gone sexually crazed

from suppression of love for their mothers man

and soon i’ll drop into the sky again

orange red storms of hell like man

and try to express the problems of a blue-white planet

to the sky beings floating over pens full of jupiter sheep

nine hundred miles an hour for love

and i’m never gonna land on my feet



(quintessential sheep anthem.  arthur c. clarke.

philip k. dick. robert anton wilson. sentient particles.

sentient suns. that sort of stuff.)

sunday it rained

sunday it rained

they drove me down to the station

jehovah says the beautiful ones

always break your heart

they put me reeling on the train

corpse without a brain

the shadow of her

flickered in the rain

like a phantom

she’s been calling out

save our love

i’m going down

where no one with a soul can find me

i will fly through the air

with ashes on my forehead

she put the flowers in my heart

ache into the dark

i’ll never be able to travel the stars without her

she’s been calling out

save our love

while away the hours while the other children play

always alone

silent through the years but then the poetry will say

always in love

drifting through the forest in a sentimental way

always alone

lying in the grass and then the sweet amorphous haze

always in love


(popular sheep song from the album leda’s earthcannon

recorded live at the sheephouse, on a sunday morning

 in the living room, with max’s dog simon and byron’s

 dog kierkegaard sleeping on the floor in the center of the



glad to know that we’re on the same team

that old psychedeliamat chicken-head vein

true child gods never look the same

all entropomorphic like the falling of the rain

touch it touch it touch it and you take it to the world

open it up out and submit into the whirl

a couple of days off for the life/sight/form

tiny circles in the fog to keep you warm

shout it  ha! to the shiny wheelman

sight/taste/sound from the shiny blue round hand

roll in circular time

coil up in the light and shine

night and day roll around in time

like the planet that they nurture and define

down there all the streetlights shine

shine on all the faces of the rollodon

separated from the spiral you love

straightline thrust is the demon you’re the victim of

letting little death take away your pain

sniffing hexahydroxycyclohexane

shout it  ha! to the shiny wheelman

sense the tingle from the round blue hand

roll in circular time

roll up to the light and shine



(described by byron as an alien feminist

anthem.  the shining wheelman is a reference

to an alien jesus christ.  nobody ever really

understood this song, but this is considered

by byron to be his best lyric ever written.)

father whalen


father whalen  father father whalen

death-defying father true grief

she’s such a diamond

a dark dark diamond

dead child like a black-and-white film

window ice  ice ice window

like a first dance on earth in space now

feel strange  really feel strange

falling head  a hundred-foot flames

all the way down

thick fog  safe car

does your momma know where you are

love love like a french postcard

screaming bullet in the tunnel of dark

now it’s gone i’m flipping to my death

in my x-15  like the first dance

while millions of men are falling down through the void

i just want to be your sexual toy

all the way down

loons loons in the marsh at night

never never see them in the broad daylight

all the angels on the edge of hell screaming

don’t go down there


(lyrics about a certain person and a strange night in plymouth, california.)

sheep rap


42449 sacramento H street 819

the sheep say byron can you do the party rap

i tell them no bummer ‘cause i’m the word man

tom is punching holes in the fabric of time

this is my chance to renovate your mind

so welcome to the party and we loosen up now

do the body rock and nat will show you how

another little story about life in hell

‘bout a high-school jock name of jimmy criswell

six-foot-nine three hundred and five

a nerd nightmare with a seven-inch knife

now i was a nerd with a leather briefcase

pants too short   glasses on my face

pens in my pocket-holder leaking all day

a funky slide rule and a calculator

me and the other nerds used to hang out

craig had a car and we’d cruise it down south

whistle at the girls and dig the funky sound

of ludwig van in e major

this is what they said:

get out of the car down on the ground

you’re gonna be naked when we put you down

five white nerds getting ready to die

this is it you’d better say goodbye

suddenly a car pulls up alongside

it’s my sister

she says: jimmy don’t you do anything to those boys

they never hurt you and they’re not your toys

so give ‘em back their clothes and let ‘em all go

or i’m never gonna talk to you anymore

well i’m still alive what more can i say

i thank my sister each and every day

jimmy joined the navy and he moved away

and me and my friends were safe

now it’s my job to do the party rap

hope you like the story and you get where it’s at

jupiter sheep are rocking down the block

welcome to the party  do the body rock

body rock  nat

speed generation

i knew a man and i became him for a moment

just to see what color he was inside

he was like a twisted web another world

an underwater dark green boneyard

i shudder just to think of what would

happen if he were to let go the people

locked inside

the prince of terror piggy piggy

killer from above

the hook and chain

and pounding heart

curtain rise

narrow eyes

demon’s hand

i wonder why the world is full of stone cold killers

all hidden away inside

their mothers and their fathers must have beat them ‘til they bled

and turned them into dark green boneyards

or maybe it’s the way that things have always been

because chronos likes to eat his children

the laws of time and space require many to fear

some refuse to feel it

shallow hearts

safe and sound



(written about the most frightening fan the sheep ever

 had, an ex-army ranger who practiced blood-swapping

 and other less palatable practices.  he was always very

nice and friendly and scared the shit out of us. he first

appeared at a davis gig as the date of the person who

introduced byron and anne.)

girl next door

i’m in the park getting vibrations

the ground is soft and my feet are sinking

oh  where am i going now

the mulberry reaching from above

tried to save me but i’m sinking too low and

oh the irises are in bloom

love’s gone  never be back

just as well as the earth open up and

oh swallow me whole

except for one thing

next door there’s a girl

she’s beautiful she could save my world and

oh i’m not sinking down anymore

i’m in love

with the girl next door

and i see her

through the trees by the back screen door

her eyes are green and her hair is pure gold

i know it’s crazy

but when i see her

in the window

i stay alive

and when i’m old and all out of love

the ground’s soft and i’m sinking down and

oh i can’t lift myself from dying no

the mulberry’s dead and dragged away

the irises have been concrete-paved and

oh it’s just too sad to live

i’m gonna try and find my way

back to the dream that i had one day that

oh she was meant for me

i’m in love

with the girl next door


(the first song written in the sheephouse. at

the time, the band consisted of byron, max,

steve, and tom. tom was trying his hand as

a live drummer.  max’s name was joel.  steve

was, like, seventeen.  this song was submitted

 to a song contest sponsored by yamaha, along

 with “love for this one”.   it didn’t win.)


to the star north bay

qualuudic and drawn

we drive it all the way

until the edge of it comes

feel like a god today

made of muscle and bone

shooting light from my fingers

and the car sounds

we cross at low tide

to a magical land

where the air is a drug

that grows eyes on your hands

all the beautiful girls

smoking congo black

really like it here

don’t think i’ll ever go back

and the car sounds

now for the freak-town time

with all our true fans

they’re doing weird things

to get in good with the band

and the car sounds

in the n-life


(live at the president’s day party.)

480 B.C.

leonidas gave the signal to the man

to command the column march forward

they defied the face of death

marching on while ten thousand fled

480 B.C. was a life

the sweet taste of copper at midnight

sky full of voices that never would stop

talking to you like you’re all they’ve got

i’ll remember this glorious day

when we held the pass at thermopylae

after we die the poets will say

of all that fought one thousand stayed

leonidas led a thousand men

against the nightmare persian

in the face of a numberless horde

they tightened their buckles and drew their swords

480 B.C. was a life

the sweet taste of copper at midnight

sky full of voices that never would stop

talking to you like you’re all they’ve got


(the battle for the west.  john keegan. a story of

incredible odds and the madness of sparta.  max

and byron still talk about this one. another of the

last demos, this was performed live, sung by natalie,

once.  a sky harbor composition.)


off for a magic fun-filled day

happy in the heart with new love

i put a flower behind your ear

and kiss you on the nose

take a walk with our eyes

the forest is nice

the animals smile at everyone

if you have a dream

we’ll sit by the stream

and build a little house in the sand

i’ve got a great big picnic lunch

everything that you like

put the little wings on the bicycle

and we’ll go for a ride

riding through the sky

the clouds are nice

everyone smiles in rainbows

all the little birds

start to chirp

and sing about you and me


(a poem for anne set to music by

sky harbor.)

time machine as weapon

mrs. tentacle bangs on the door

she wants to know what the reactor is for

white hot

i’m cool

so high

all right

it’s like a dream

out in the hall mr. tentacle drills

up to his nose in reality snow

oh no 

i lied 

it’s time

oh how terrible

i die today with a smile

haven’t had one in awhile

i die today

i’m not fooling around

we’re travelling underneath a glow

mr. headobrick down at the store

will never be known to scowl anymore

hey ho

what time

what day

what year would you like

mrs. mask will know in a while

how she can change with the twist of a dial

so quick

like this

now we

live on ancient mars

mr. frozensoul waters his lawn

he doesn’t know where the music is from


(the third of the last demos.  byron and steve

alone weave this tale of adolescent revenge.

performed at rehearsal once.  scared

everybody for some reason.)

nobody knows your name

rolling circles vibrate

in and out of plane

and all the moths are singing

on a satuday

out from the dark

i hear an answer:

nobody knows your name

but she still loves you

way down inside

you know

a moonlight-soaked veranda

where we can watch the stars

and all  your friends are sleeping

they wonder how you are


a wonderful flash of madness

to break december’s halo

and often when you’re sleeping

you wake to find you’re solo

nobody knows your name


(one of the later Sheep songs. 

never recorded, except in a video

shot by Steve Green and now seen

on YouTube.


rmichelle really loves the mass soul

she takes it with her

wherever she goes

and william’s in a box on mars

breathing slow

and drifting in the stars

michelle is very beautiful

and she’s never been to mars

it goes away

as you get older

on your way

to a blind cold



michelle has stolen his heart

she keeps it tucked away in the dark

she’s locked him away

and william is there today



(originally a weighty, ponderous dirge

about broken love, this song was eventually

resurrected as a fast wave-pop show-closer on the advice of Mr. Steve Ramboullet, a man known

for his strong opinions as much or more as for his heavy drinking....


(words just words)

he could slide on the reef with a demon

a tighthead zeroshine

he was in league with the anti-mother

drift down that little white line

the rebel child say: look the glass way

make your zen cut clean

cryptorhythm  white wall ribbon

with the kick of zyklon B

chained by the zenwad drivel

psyched on dimensional lines

i had the chance to grab galileo

on the usual trip through time

slag light  dark death with the white walls coming down

i descended on the black inquisition

with a blaze of light and sound  singing:

galilee galileo don’t you bow down

to holy rome-o

they ain’t got no ultimate mojo

hey hey hey hey galileo

the cardinal said :  look here, jesus

the man tells evil lies

he say the sun don’t roll around the planet

it’s just a trick of the eye

i got down said :  look here, man

galileo is right

you got to flow  get universal

you guys are so uptight

galileo discovered io   he’s a righteous man

everybody knows the evil inquisition

was the devil’s hand

the cardinal said :  we’re so sorry

galileo goes free

i jumped back  things have changed

it don’t bother me

(he was clean)


(this is baby fae’s heart.  tom’s favorite song. 

byron wrote this in a rage over the treatment of

galileo.  byron was living in a dodge tradesman 100

 at the time, with his dog.  guitar by greg wells.

recorded in tom’s living room in chandler, arizona.)

blue world

i can never write about evil

never write about cool dark tunnels

i don’t want to image on blue skin baby

crawling the black in a vacuum vision

i can never sing about deimos

never write about other lovers

i don’t want to know about the blue life baby

tramping the void with the unknown soldiers

i can never write about breathing

never sing about deeper feelings

i don’t want to understand blue time baby

sailing up to crash on the dream wall ceiling

love is everywhere love is nowhere

come into the blue world


(another song from the screenplay doesn’t walk

right.  recorded in one take at the end of a very long

day of singing.  this lyric was referred to by none other than

broadway playwright percival grainger as “intriguing but

elegaic”.  byron punched him.  not.)

nobody knows

i am a relaxed boy

i got some time to kill

i don’t make no waves

i don’t climb no hills

i’m just a laid-back boy

i got a comfortable mind

and i never want to know

how to toe the line

and i never really knew

just what they wanted from me

and i never really cared

just what they wanted from me

it’s just a big ball of mud

hanging up in the sky

i’m just a little ball of mud

i don’t want to know why

i’m in communication

with someone from the sun

he said you don’t have to put yourself under the gun

because nobody knows

just what to do

nobody knows

what it’s coming to

nobody knows

just what you’re going through

nobody knows

just what to do


and so confusion rides again

she makes my havoc come to me

she calls the furies from below

to lead me down her way of love

i shuffle down my evil road

life upon the underworld

for confusion

yes and confusion wins again

she has my final word of awe

she pulls the gods down from above

and dances off into the smoke

i roll along so well alone

life upon the underworld

for confusion

you can die from an illusion

you can almost have the real thing

and when the song is done

life among the aimless ones

i roll along so well alone

right into the deadly zones

for confusion


(another lyric from doesn't walk right,

with greg wells playing all guitars.

recorded at tom's cabin, in the dead of


robert tomorrow


robert tomorrow was on the screen

when the lights when down for the last time

the shockhead says we will all go shine

maybe this was the best life

the city was dark when the riot broke

all the people were dancing their lives down

a few more minutes for the pleasure of earth

robert tomorrow and the blackout

i don’t like talking like this

the tune goes ripping my heart out

robert tomorrow is off the air  goodnight

this is the tale of a form of life

that wanted to meet its maker

the devil’s time with the wildest song

dancing the jig with the raver

boys are drinking all along the corners

but the girls are out of town

a cyclone siren wails in the distance

for robert tomorrow and the blackout


(written during byron’s days as a homeless person, these lyrics reflect a period of obsession with end-of-the-world scenarios, particularly, in this lyric, robert heinlein’s farnham’s freehold.  tom barnes is interpreting a simple chord progression written on acoustic guitar in the van one night, in a target parking lot.)

prowl gods


she was live


blue animal cries

from the zen of the prowl gods

you are endless and real

the cut or the cure

got to go man she’s calling out

to my mono-love

she was jade

crying there

no man turns away

from the terrifying wail

primal crawling yearning of her

set to her fate

got a little song

you can do no more than join her

in her real vision

goddess of negate

air is your life

enmesh entangle

never to get away from everything is right

you have your lines

moving in close

you got to play your part well man

tom jefferson

tom jefferson was a punk

a plasmic bag of cathode gas

he wrote the words a radio

spoke into his neural mass

too much crank and ketamine

i don’t know it’s just a guess

this man was the president

just a little wierd and violent

crazy and malevolent

you know i wouldn’t lie

woodrow wilson shot up junk

shot his mom and shaved his head

stole a car and killed a cop

and made love to an alien

too much crystal meth and coke

at least that’s what the paper said

this man was the president

just a little wierd and violent

crazy and malevolent

let’s get to the truth

you know i wouldn’t lie

mr. lincoln liked to toke

and roam the streets in search of gash

completely spaced on angel dust

and johnny booth supplied his stash

abe shot himself just for a laugh

johnny got nailed with the rap

these men were the president

just a little wierd and violent

crazy and malevolent

let’s get to the truth

you know i wouldn’t lie


(stars have baked my bones

i was made from barren dust

i take this shape ‘til i return)

captain strobe

driving in the park

with this exotic bone song

muted streets dripping trees

i wonder where has Rachel gone

contemplate the moonrise

the last rays of the sun

deep electric music

drifts in from the nightclub

captain strobe will contemplate

in his violet corridor

arabic and other things

you may do as you wish

drinving in the smoke

and the marble cream of the streetlights

dreaming of Cassandra

contemplate the sunrise

graceful love made on the sand

yellow streaks in a carmine sky

warm wind on the water

luminous and saturnine

captain strobe will contemplate

in his violet corridor

arabic and other things

just a myth

as you wish



The second of cartoon’s four songs.