A Discourse on Deconditionism

A Discourse on Deconditionism

by Alan Lewis Silva

Released 02/29/2016
Lusitone Records
Released 02/29/2016
Lusitone Records
This album features hot lyrics and brooding, bluesy folk-rock. Download the $1 digital album at CDBaby.com.
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ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY ALAN LEWIS SILVA
All songs copyright © 2016 by Alan Lewis Silva


1. A Discourse on Deconditionism

A Discourse on Deconditionism—

The outsider of literature,
As signaled by a change
In the mode of production:
Situation One

The difference between translations,
Between forms,
What is lost in the exchange:
Situation Two

A deconditioned perspective,
Unrecognizing previous ones
By actively radiating
Existence,
A world,
A cosmology,

The production of which

Is a change in the mode of reduction,
Thereby deconditioning society:
Situation Three (Nascimento Entonces)

The formation of unity,
Collective bond among us,
That I call the bond of this
Deconditioned reality:
Situation Four

Somehow findin’ a way
Of evading things,
Living on the margins,
Daring to try the limitations of freedom—

Situation Five:
Escaping tyranny
By implementing personal counter-measures,
Which is everything,

You know and can use
The skills you possess,
The talent, which is you,
In other words by becoming:
Situation Six

Recording the thing you have became,
Capturing as much as possible,
And to become it
By working with it:
Situation Seven (Nascimento Historia)

Shadows fall
Over the evening windows…

A voice calls from inside a room

You see a person by a bed
She is focused
On an unknown form in the bed
You come closer and feel
A small retinue of lights
Following you as you approach,

Not aware

That your bed-drifting is over your hands
A blanket covers you
And sense gentility,

And are looking
At the person facing you

It is a mannequin
You are a doll,
And you become petrified
Like an ancient wood
Or a statue made of stone

“An Idyll Dream”
An idyll dream,
An idyll dream...
In a Mystic Disease

(Part One)


2. A Dream Is a Dream

Woke up in the evening
‘Bout suppertime—
Didn’t know if it was day or night
It was still light outside
I was inside
About suppertime
In July

I woke up
I had a dream
You answered the phone,
Thankful enough for that—
Something like a theme park—
The people were in their rides

I really cared
I really cared…
I really cared for them

People,
My consciousness,
The passengers of the ride:

Go up the bright
Go down the slide
Go up the hill
Go down the side

You know some dreams are not so silly
They mean somethin’ sometimes
I had a dream that I was alive
I had a dream

If you can dream it,
You can be it
You can do it if you dream—
You can do it if you dream…


3. A Guy Like Me

It’s in my blood,
The way it feels,
When you go out
And spin car wheels
A fool I been
It’s gotta be

To be in love with a girl like you,
To be a guy like me

There’s tears and rain
Comin’ down today
You won’t be good,
So you’re goin’ away
It doesn’t bother you,
But it hurts me

To be in love with a girl like you,
To be a guy like me

The day is dim
Summer’s down
The feet of sorrow
Stamp the ground,
And misery
Is always free

To be in love with a girl like you,
To be a guy like me


4. A Musical Letter

My name is Nobody
I think that we’ve met before
Your name is Cristin

I’ve been to Colombia
I met someone on the Internet
I thought we might get married,
But I didn’t have my birth certificate

Nothing ever turns out right
Too often
I hope to change that
I pray for solution
People are selfish
And an illusion

Cristin, O Cristin,

You are someone special
Don’t know you very well,

Or maybe I know enough to say
I hope you’re doing wonderful
And that you’re happy today

As for me,
I’m here waitin’
For someone

Tryin’ to be active,
Tryin’ to make a difference in this world
‘Cause I’m not alone here

Despite the obvious…

God bless you


5. A Port in Ghent

There’s no bone in her arm
She was a friendly socialista
With concerns of breasts and pussy plates
For the men of the great clam bake

He gave them instructions
On what to do with their weapons
The Captain drew his men
To a Port in Ghent

Fräulein, Herr Gobels’ shoulder
Is pinned beneath swinging hammers,
Flowers spinning,
Blades recoiling

He gave them instructions
On what to do with their weapons
The Captain took his men
To a Port in Ghent

I stayed in parks and train stations
Askin’, “Who really gives up?”
Captain traded a pigeon,

For a woman
I was given

His master and his mistress make love
His hip is tied to hers with wire,
And once she receives the Word,
She flies off like a messenger bird

The family eats with spoons
They’ve caught some food
The toad drips with mustard

They have fish eyes
In custard
While everyone’s distracted
By the flaming boy in pink,
They forget to show the man
That he did stink

He gave them instructions
On what to do with their weapons
The Captain took his men
To a Port in Ghent

To a poor in Ghent


6. About Indian Creek

While I stagger through Indian Creek
With an ache at my side,
I set myself through the world,
Leavin’ you behind

And, I’m stranded on a switchback
There’s snow on the road,
And it’s freezin’ my senses
All that’s livin’ turns cold
All that’s living turns cold…

Oh Honey, don’t you know?
We never get old
Oh Honey, don’t you know
We never get old?

We stay this way forever,
Drawing me into your home,
Drawing me into your home…

But there’s something about a Roman poet
That reminds me
O’ how to deal with you emotionally—
“Why deny good love?”
“Why deny good love?”
“Why deny good love?”

Honey, I don’t let it go
I don’t let it go
On the middling
Because I never get old


7. Acho Que

I feel that
We’re not together made
I think that my big soul,

Poor beneath your feet,
Contaminates
The whole month
I feel that,
My longing

Tuesday was very pretty
Wednesday was the just the same
Sunday is very fun
Saturday is very bad

I feel that
Guardians are always
You are one for love
In life,
In the near-foreign sky,
In the stars
I write,” I feel that”
You for me


8. Airport Blues

I saw you in the graveyard
You were looking for me
With the flowers in your hand
In the graveyard—

Well, how many years has it been…
Since you left me
When you told me like a thief
That you wanted?
That you wanted to be released?

Well, I’m down here, and you’re out there—
With the pie in the sky, and you say that you care—

Well, I’m sleepin’ by the window,
And the phone is ringing
Well, I’m going back to bed, but
A voice is singin’

It seems like February,
But I know that it’s June,
And I’m living on an island,
Or I’m sailing to the Moon
Arrivin’ on the airport

The airport—

Well, don’t hurt your feelings, babe
I’m covered with blankets, and the light ends
“Well, you and your dreams,” you said
“You and your dreams”
“Ooh,” he said

Well, I bought some oranges,
And I sat outside

I heard the swallow,
And then I saw it fly

Well, it seems like the more I move,
A part of me will stay,

But I let it all pass over
To another day

In the airport

Well, don’t hurt your feelings, babe
I’m covered with blankets, and the light is

“Well, you and your dreams” you said
“You and your dreams,” you said

In the airport

In the airport—


9. Alanthebarbarian

Alanthebarbarian
Is king of nothin’
He’s a barbarian
He doesn’t have a home

He’s a lone man,
But he ain’t mad
He’s got ambition

He brings the culture
He brings some light
He brings adventure
To your ordinary lives

Alanthebarbarian
Alanthebarbarian
Alanthebarbarian…

He’s got a sword
It starts with Word
He’s got a word sword
He’s got some things to say
(I guess they rhyme their poetry),

But he doesn’t know
The future of existence,
Only the promise of hope
That wisdom will promote

Drink from the cup of light
Over-flowing

You gotta find a wife
(You gotta find a wife)

Too many people are lonely
Too many people are sad
Too many people are left only
Thinkin’ about what they don’t have

We can change that
You can be my friend
We can find a solution
This is not the end

Alanthebarbarian
Alanthebarbarian
Alanthebarbarian,

Is loomin’
Down the streets of Rome

“Did Aeneus write poems?”

“I don’t think so
“He gave birth to King Silvius”

“But that’s not enough
“For me to cling to
“I need the Cup of Life”

“So ask the One who holds it

“Where justice proceeds from the throne
“And judgment and righteousness”

“And mercy
“Lasting for eternity”

La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la
La, la, laaaaaaa—


10. All It Becomes

When I was born,
I slept on the grey dawn
When I was five,
I stared through the trees

When I was you,
I gazed in wild wonder

When I was blue,
You needed me

And all it becomes
Is just another story
We tell to each other
At our grandfather’s end

And all it becomes
Is just another story
We tell each other
Before we go to bed

When I was nineteen,
I tasted the lovers
When I was twenty,
I sailed away

When I was lost,
I held life for ransom

When I was free,
They threw it away

When I was angry,
I shook up the coal market
When I was hungry,
I came to your house

And all it becomes
Is just another story
We tell to each other
At our grandfather’s end

And all it becomes
Is just another story
We tell each other
Before goin’ to bed

Lord, my sweetheart,
How can this go on?

You fed me and bled me
In the hope of doin’ better
For the lightnin’ that struck your lawn

Can I warm with you, baby?
I’ve gotta have some reason to go on
I need
The electricity,

But all it becomes
Is just another story
We tell at our grandfather’s end

All it becomes
Is just another story
Before goin’ to bed…


11. American Highway

She had dark hair
She was
Like a black goat
Some people would ship-talk image
Because to them it meant something
Just a teenage devil,
Teenage angel

He had
Some leather pants
He had
A hair slicked back
He looked almost like Elvis might
As a posing hipster

Together they traveled
Down the valley
Together back into
The residential community
Together they made love
In a house in a bed

She has his baby
She’s got his baby
He’s got her best friend
She’s got her baby
She’s got to be just a little bit crazy

He’s a real man
He’s a real man
He’s a real man-killer

He took the
Bus
To the trolley station,
And when he went home,
His bags were packed
He’s off, for the ship’s leaving

“I love America,”
He says to the bus driver
“I love America”
He’s got a baby
He’s got a woman
He’s got a baby
She makin’ him
Get a job


12. Amy

Her name is Amy
She’s my lady
She calls me “Baby,”

Amy

She was born in the sunlight
She was born in the stars
When she was a baby,
Yeah, she was

When she was in love
She was smiling,
When she was inside,
She was knowin’

Amy—

Amy
Amy

She runs around
She is lost and found
She has got a
Little present
In her pocket
Won’t you let me see it?

Amy

She said, “It’s special”
I know it’s special
She said its secret
I know its secret
I know it’s secret

Amy
Amy


13. Another Refugee

Come on down
We’re gonna have some fun,
Put a pig on a spit,
And stare at the sun,
And if I don’t see you soon, baby, I’ll be done
It never seemed to me that you’re the lonely one

Worked so hard that I think I’ll swoon,
Crawl through the dirt,
And then I’ll stare at the Moon
You know I did it for you,
But you did it for me—
Maybe just another idea to believe

Well, the ghost of your love still keeps me awake
With a puddle of tears and a dream I can’t shake
I wanted to come here
Why do I want to escape?
I look good for my age, but my heart’s out of shape

The grass is sweet
The lawn is kept
The yard is green all but for me except the spot
Where we killed ourselves last time
Why do we have to draw these lines?

Every time I see you I feel like a pushin’ a wall,
Tearin’ out the bottom just to find it all
Tired of lookin’ out, so I’ve got to look in,
Drink a bottle of blues
Then the room begins to spin…


14. Apple Tree

Don’t come around my apple tree,
My apple tree, my apple tree
Don’t come around my apple tree
No more, and not for me

Well, I’m gonna come ‘round your apple tree,
Your apple tree, your apple tree
I’m gonna go to your apple tree,
Oh yeah, baby

Well, don’t do it
No, no, no, no
Well, okay, maybe,
But not for thee—

Well, I found your orange tree,
Your orange tree
I’m gonna get your orange tree,
Oh yeah, baby

The air is thick
The juith will stick
To any kind of bandage
I make of it

I’m gonna go ‘round your orange tree,
Oh yeah, baby
Oh yippee!

I’ll cut down your apple tree,
Your apple tree, your apple tree
I’ll cut down your apple tree
Oh lord! Oh, no, baby!

The branch is hard
The trunk is thick
I burnt the furnace
That’s the last of it

Well, you don’t gotta be so nonchalant about it
Um hm…


15. Apples of Eyes

I have heard it spoken
That I’m not on the level
Of jazz musicians
And major league devils
As if time doesn’t matter,
They could only care less
About ten thousand spies

Apples of eyes
Alive in the crowd
I love to see
Their apples of eyes
Falling in love
With apples of eyes

What I have still belongs to me
I can make alterations
For customs I’ve shunned
I think I’ll save the date

Apples of eyes
I love to see
Alive in the crowd,
Apples of eyes,
Falling in love
With apples of eyes

What can you do with them?
What can’t you do?
Who has them?
Who doesn’t have them?

There was a stream by a bubblin’ brook
There were ducks in the reeds
And fishing lines on hooks
Until it was bulldozed
To produce snow globes,
And the spring
Returned
To an underground home

Apples of eyes
Alive in the crowd,
Apples of eyes
Falling in love,
I love to see
Their apples of eyes

Eyes
(Eyes)


16. Are You Ready

Are you ready to think?
Are you prepared to take a drink?

The henchmen sing aloud
On sand dunes
For an empty audience

Are you here or there?
Are you aware there?
Are you aware of acorns below?
Seeds festoon the beauty above
And an ocean made of Love

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Exploration never closes
Inside a room of crashing beaches
The ripples flow beyond
I go outside for you
On a riverboat I glide
The water’s light
Is to me a livin’ painting

I catch fish
Write down

I write
Down that stirs my mixture
Of one-third the Moon
And a quarter of the Earth

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Are you ready to think?
Are you prepared to take a drink?

The henchmen sing aloud
On sand dunes
For an empty audience

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?

Yeah
Oh yeah!

Huh, huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh,huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh,
Huh, huh, huh, huh


17. Arriving in Port

Arriving in port in the middle o’ the ocean,
Ponta Delgada, what a commotion—
Foreign papers are everywhere,
Conversation
Splitting through the air

Haul my luggage out to the suite
I’m at the bar talkin’, and who do I meet?
Filomena
By the stairs
Ah, yes, but what do I care?

I head back after talkin’ a while
With all the distressed people exiled
Early mornin’ there’s food at the fair—
Pineapples, cheese,
Beef, and beer

A bottle of wine under my bed
Soothes my mind and eases my head
Down by the beach on the yellow earth
A pretty young girl walks out from the church

A Festa starts not a week since I’m here
The bullfighters balk, and the horses are weird
Folk singers let it all ring out
The Blood of Cristo fills the town

Everyday the sun sets
As the night is filled with castanets

I take a boat out with a Moor
From Pico to Flores, Flores to São Jorge
Hillside cattle on the farms,
I fall asleep in a brunette’s arms

I’m on the island a month after that
I sell everything I own, and I buy a hat

I meet a girl that’s working a plow
“What time?” I ask
She says, “How?”
And it hits me
As kind of strange
Like a bullet goin’ through my brain

I move away, and I try to get by
Workin’ for a while at a hotel nearby
I think I’d like to meet
A girl from France
That says that she would like to teach me
How to dance,

And I’m not too tired to try
Make me feel good—
Make me real satisfied



ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY ALAN LEWIS SILVA
All songs copyright © 2016 by Alan Lewis Silva
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