Now That I Know by Devendra Banhart

Mid Winter's day it's cold and I know for certain,When I go outside my head'll start hurting.It's a winter's day and I know for certain,When I go outside my head'll start hurting.

So I wrap it up in materials, to keep to keep my head from getting cold.Yeah, I wrap it up in materials, to keep to keep my head from getting cold.

And I said to all my friends when I have kids,I'm gonna want the child to be a long haired child.

When, I go outside to mingle in the snow,My head look like a globe aint no hair on it at all.do I buy a wig? Should my grow my beard and comb it upwards and around my ears?

Well, I can't for the kids to come, No, I can't wait for the kids to come, Say hey babe you go no no barber shop. Cause I want, yeah I want, I know for certain,I'ma want the child to be a long haired child.

Well, I can't for the kids to comeNo, I can't wait for the kids to come, Say hey babe you go no no barber shop. Cause I want, yeah I want, I know for certain,I'ma want the child to be a long haired child.

That's forsure yeah baby that's forsure. When the snow it hits my temple,I want to rush home and put on the kettle now,And warm my little brain and bald headI'm too cold to know if I'm alive or dead.

But, When my baby slips out my mama's womb.We're gonna enter a new life that's forsure.You're going to enter yourself back through your baby's front door.nOw, if want the baby to be a long haired childYou're gonna make that baby a long haired child that's frosureBaby, baby, that's forsure.

-->Devendra Banhart has been one of my main insperations since i first heard his eccentric voice in Toy Machine's ..'Suffer the Joy.' Not only was i turned on to his hippy-folksy vibe, but his voice created an overwhelming feeling of calming inside me. Almost as if listening to him put me in a meditative like state where everything's free and open. Having first heard Devendra, I quickly gathered his albums and studied his lyrics, even going to the extent of translating his spanish lyrics into english. Over the years i have gained much of devendra's sense of being through his music and philosophy on life through his lyrics.

Abstract Thought (visual)

'When's the last time you herd a funky diabetic?'

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"You're my pootsie-potsie!

Come and give gramma a kiss,"

Breath reeking of dank coffee and some other unknown substance,

Saggy neck skin spotted with freckles,

face clouded with wrinkles,

Oh grandmothers...

Sestina Poem

Sitting down timidly...in that way,
your environment becomes your personal universe,
looking hardly, moreover gazing...hear a voice,
seems as though senses are floating to the surface,
kneeling steadily near that multicolored post,
hardly dipping shoe tips in the non-existent water.

yanking your leg from this bright water,
feeling as though its the only method, the only way,
clenching now, this rainbow tinted post,
body being swallowed by the universe,
fading from this hysteria again, reality surfaces.
you stop, look and listen to that little voice.

contemplating who bears this particular voice,
watching this universal liquid fade, this floral water.
reaching and clamping fingertips to the surface.
literally visualizing this organic way,
its realized that mother earth is the true universe.
meditating blissful scenarios while rubbing this odd post.

catching oneself gazing curiously at this post,
listening carefully to the sound of your own voice,
watching in wonderment, this mother earth universe.
periopheral vision gives hints of yet more mystical water,
craving to gaze once again down this water way,
willpower takes over, remaining on the surface.

Aware now, happily gazing on the surface,
still curiously gazing at this wonderment post,
oddly again, feeling its the only path, the only way,
continually listening to that distinct, familiar voice.
avoiding that distracting, flowing water.
creating and controlling your own, specific universe.

Loving, living, feeling odd in this universe,
emotions disperse and wade on the surface,
now avoiding this post and gazing at the water,
then again, avoiding the water and gazing at the post.
ignoring that suspicious little voice,
because that, my friend, is the only way.

realizations on the universe, floral patterns on a post,
senses on the surface, listen to the voices,
ultimately consumed by water, that being a fine way.