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Dark White Light (2018)

Dusty Wayne and Mr Pete:
              Dark White Light (2018)

Our newest album!

All songs written by Dusty Wayne and Mr Pete (Wayne Parshley and Peter Fuerst)

Peter Fuerst - vocals, guitar, harmonica
Wayne Parshley - vocals, bass, slide bass

1. Little Fishes
2. One Moment
3. The Wide, Wide Ocean
4.
Sweet Island Reprieve
5.
One Day Into the New Revelation
6. Oh, Flotilla
7. The Keeper of the Piece
8. Bloominations


Little Fishes
I was cast out on that big pond
And I bought it - hook, line, sinker, and all
Looking for a little piece of salvation
For those empty bellies on this barren land

If I caught me a few more fishes
I could meet my momma's wishes
I could be a better man
Than the one that I already am
Maybe be like Jesus . . . or even Superman

So I cast out into darker waters
Oh I sought to end my nations fall
But these declining schools won't never end starvation
For as long as the bigger fish have the room

Set my lines deeply
Maybe tonight I can sleep with
Dreams of no more divided nation
Now that'd be grand?
Just like Disneyland

So I sail out across these distant oceans
(Oh I sought to) find my port of call
But these harbors are havens of corruption
For as long as the ancients have it all

If I caught me a few fishes
I could meet my mama's wishes
I could be that better man
Than the one that I already am
Maybe be like Jesus . . . or even Superman

[Maybe be like Jesus . . . or even Superman
catchin' dogfish and catfish put 'em in my bag
dogfish catfish hand 'em to Japan
get your swordfish and quail fin what'ch a being into
what are fisherman gonna do
I gots the Caspian caviar putin' it on ice
put in a jar
I'm gonna send to that Trump man
He's gonna pay me a big, big price, and hmmm ...
You know it's real, real nice
dogfish catfish sittin' in the pan
ship all the rest to Japan
blue fish is so a fish sword
and blue blue fin, and it's in demand
I got some shark teeth sittin' in my hand
bring it to my old lady ....]


One Moment
One moment I'm on an endless prairie trek
One moment I'm in a palace of glaciers
One moment the clouded east
Reflects the red sky west
My eyes have seen creation

One moment I'm on a barren, lichened crag

One moment I'm in a Chasm Cathedral

One moment the fielded North

Glows a green sunset
My eyes have seen a miracle

One moment I'm on a highway to the sun
One moment singing in the swells of Old Man River
One moment the southern Gulf
Ignites the North wind, RUN!
Shield my eyes to doom delivered

One moment drenched in the spit of molten tongues
One moment back in the cavern of my mother
One moment the shifting East
And West divide
Unleashed - Hell's ashes
My eyes have erupted


The Wide, Wide Ocean
Inside this Wide, Wide, Wide, Wide, Wide, Wide Ocean
Inside this vast cauldron is foreseen
Dark, Dark Currents are circulating
Whispers of a harm that is to be

A demon of a Devil is lurking in the deep Blue Sea
Oh!!!!

Of this wide mouth of a bloated Belly
From the pit of a big Fat Gut
The remains of a consuming population
Discharged from a big fat flabby Butt

A demon of a Devil is lurking in the deep Blue Sea
It's coming after me!
It's coming after me!
Oh!

Given two legs, a brain, a claim is made
To the kingdom of solid ground
And coast to coast he built a concrete road
Thinking he was godly bound
Of the ocean took a notion
Of a dumping ground
For progress has its wants and wastes
But creeping back slowly at the water's edge
Oh yeah, creeping back slowly at the water's edge....

Of This Wide, Wide, Wide, Wide Ocean
Of this vast Life-Giving Sea
Dark Currents are percolating
Whispers of a harm that is come to be

A Demon of a Devil is lurking in the deep blue sea
It's coming after me!
It's coming after me!
Coming after me!
Oh!

Chris Columbus captains a container ship
Riding on the rising tide
Of the madness and the blindness of the kings and queens
Of the Bottom Line
"LAND HO!" bellows from the crowing nest
He is ready to claim his piece
Of the island of disposable scallywags
And plastic Christmas Trees
And Plastic Christmas Trees....

Inside this Wide, Wide, Wide Ocean....


Sweet Island Reprieve
The countryside is glistening with rain
The gray clouds can't cast off their gloom
Streets are rivers flowing with a new found eagerness
Board that blacktop highway, we're gone by noon
What's left will have to stay
Until our return

Everything is going to be all right
Everything is going to be all right
You and me
And that sweet island reprieve

It's been a long time since the sun has burned my skin
And the wind, its salty tears, filled my eyes
Caribbean blue reflects on linen waves
Spiced by rum and lime and island juice
Step upon the coral stage
It'll blow you away

Everything is going to be all right
Everything is going to be all right
Just you and me
And that sweet island reprieve


One Day Into the New Revelation
One day into the new revelation
The sky opened up its belly of temptation
Swept over me like Angels on the Internet
Free forever! - What's the next step?

I closed my eyes to the wall-less institution
Filled the room with thoughts of revolution
It just takes one to tip the scale - That's me!
One moment - now - You see those People in the streets

One day into a dark coronation
The crowning of the blessed Corporation
The entitled missionaries - baptized MBA's
A Global infestation - A new plague

On Robotic Stallions the hooded internationals
Prod along the masses of Miserables
Saying, "Small steps!" - (Oh, One up from slavery!)
Share the net gain? Still a fantasy

One day under a new constellation
Wired up for total communication
Swept up and bundled as a huddled mass
As one against the One Percent


Oh, Flotilla
Oh, Flotilla - Speckled Diamonds on a Seattle Sea
Oh, Flotilla - Blockading the Carbon Companies

That keep on pumping
That keep on hunting
That black blubber black gold.... Where it be found
With blind-eyed vision
Make the incision
On the Arctic Ice Pond

Ishmael - Real Deal
Great white corporate heel
Stepping on our necks .... yeah
Blowhole in tow
Fuel - Dock - can't go
Feel the harpoons hit the decks

A Godzilla rig
Just an out-sized pig
Ready to bleed out on the Chukchi Sea
Delay-Depart
Wailing as the seas part
We will do battle again


The Keeper of the Piece
At night, I just love lookin' up at the stars
(I admit, there not too many of them up there in my part of the world)
But I know there are millions and millions and millions of them up there
Shining down on this pretty little planet
Shining down on you and me

And I get this feeling
As those twinkling lights go out
This whole place is just gonna a fade away
And when it comes to the eve
And there's not a sole star to be seen
I’ll only have myself to blame

I heard from dust we came
And to dust we go
You know I find little comfort in that
Because being blown around by some tainted sweet breeze
Or to lie hidden in some living room couch
It just don't seem like much of a life

But in that little bit of time
Between to be and now
I can push towards a better place some way, some how
Oh though it hurts me to think
It all could be ruined in a blink!
And then I’ll only have myself to blame

'Cause I'm the keeper of the piece
The piece of this world
The piece of this world
That belongs to me
Yes, I'm the keeper of the piece
The piece of this world
I'm the keeper of the piece
The piece of this world
That belongs to me


Bloomination
Time for serious hesitation
Is there some Mistake?
My, the queerious,
What's that curious look to the lake?

Just a series of bloominations
Just a serious bloomination
A serious bloomination!

Time for serious contemplation
At the sight
Find the myriad contribulations as to the why

Why these series of bloominations
Why this serious bloomination
This Red tide, Green slime bloomination

Summertime, and the livin' ain't easy
But down by the shoreline
So nice and cool, so breezy
But as we arrive we find a sign
"No Swimming" it say
"Have yourself a very, very nice day"

Feel all the scarious trepidations at the water's edge
My, what a hideous machination...at the breathe!

Of this serious bloomination
At this serious bloomination
Red tide Green slime bloominations

Summertime and the livin' ain't easy....


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