What caused her to put her hand in the centrifuge?  

She was Exploring an Attraction to Things that Spin.

Back to projects.

This is the first appearance of the song, "I Drive By Night," because I loosely equate the rolling of the driving wheel to the whirling dervish trance.  "I Drive by Night's" origin is the story my mother told me about her Uncle Georgie, and, of course, he reappears to sing it, as Little Georgie, in Shipping The Satellite, 

 "This is a show for people attracted to things that spin.  Tonight I offer you hints and suggestions, but my bills are paid because I'm a personal injury attorney, and I have a client whose  finger was cut off by a laundry extractor, a centrifuge.  It was reattached but the question  remains, why did she put her hand  there?  What drew her like a moth to the flame?  I think she's like me.  She's attracted to things that spin."

That's an old song, but its view about offspring brings us to a current topic, cloning.  Monkeys and sheep raised brows so, no further funding.  Clinton said, "Human cloning would have to raise deep concerns, given our most cherished concepts of faith and humanity.  Each human life is unique, born of a miracle that reaches beyond laboratory science.  I believe we must respect this profound gift and resist the temptation to replicate ourselves."

OK, I'm tempted, what distraction will be diverting enough to sway me from my purpose?  Seriously, what controls curiosity?  Each scientist must be dealt with individually.  Keep them separated.  This one needs a new job, this one needs a geisha.  This one needs to be distracted by the spinning of a shiny disc.

INNER PEACE

When I came out pro-choice on mental health last year, I acknowledged the spiral from which no choice is possible.  The question for those of us attracted to things that spin, remains:  How to avoid getting caught in the vortex while skirting the spiral's edge.  

THEY DRIVE BY NITE (WHITE LINE FEVER)

The great meditation comes from driving. Even as we speak somewhere out there are truck drivers traversing interstate highways.

"ROADS GIRDLE THE GLOBE            (CDGBbA)

WE ALL SAFE IN YOUR CONCRETE ROBE   (F)

HAIL MOTHER MOTOR HAIL PISTON MOTOR HAIL WHEEL

ROADS GIRDLE THE GLOBE|" -- Andy Partridge of XTC sings this in a song on the album Drums & Wires.

Truckdriving. Erika Belle called it the perfect petri dish to breed psychosis.  I'm behind that monster ve-hi-cle imagining my fan-atsy girl wrapped up in the the pulsing white lines of the three lane freeway as her image appears double exposed sprawled like a patient etherized across the night sky.  

I used to be stopped and remained so until my brother came with a prospect of how I might be saved through movement.  His trucking business was looking for people who were well, physically, but not necessarily emotionally or financially.   That's me.  Isolated by choice.  You can have people in your lives but you don't have to be with them.  All you have to do is send money home.  You do, however, have to be with the load.  Hey Shadowman.  When all the world sleeps, I am awake, watching.  When all the worlds awake.  I am asleep, dreaming.

F        Sol Sol Fa Me        Bb          C        Bb        F        Dm        Bb        C

        I drive by night          I sleep by day.   Farewell my family as I hit the road

Bb            F(A)           Gm        Bb(C)         F        Bb            F        C

        I hope to find you on my way.   New Jersey bound.    Its where I stay

I've got a load.     I'm on my own.        A little man in charge of something grand

Upon a flat bed that I ride.  Im left in charge         of a building on its side. 

Dm             Eb        Bb            C        Dm                Bb     F           C

White Line Fever  I've got it bad.        Like truckers get who cross Australia's land.

Dm             Eb       Bb                F                           Gm         C6th          D     

So hooked on speeding when they make a stop  Their legs can barely stand.

       Gm        F(A)       Bb          Dm     Bb(C)     C      F       

My legs give out, my life goes on,  as if I am already gone.

I've got two women.  I've got two families. I've got them calling every other day and night.  That's right.  

I've got a lot of love.  I make a lot to keep them happy,  Secure and quite content.
I lead a double life  Each homestead has a loving wife.

And as for friendships, I tell my brother truckers everything.  They heard it all from me.  That's right.

I've got to tell them.  Think of what if something should happen        to me?  My

Daughters must be taken care of.  I know they'll understand my love.

I know they'll understand my love.

Dm              Eb                            Bb                    C

I've got it right they've got me right where I'm needed.   

Dm            Eb                      F(C)              C

and I will fight to keep this welterweight light. I drive by

Dm                    Eb                       Bb                  F                     Gm            C6

Night, I drive by night and make my bed in the daylight        That's right, that's right. That's right.

Transport         Get to the hotel and crash.  Check in, undress and crash    

The truck stop is where I store the stash.   Unload and disconnect.   I'm

loose I got them blues, I got the coughing stiffness and constraining

I got the package growing, I know they're all containing.

Dm              Eb                            Bb                    C

I've got it right they've got me right where I'm needed.   

Dm            Eb                      F(C)              C

and I will fight to keep this welterweight light.

Dm             Eb                       Bb                  F                     Gm            C6

I drive by night and make my bed in the daylight        That's right that's right That's right.

I'm in my dream                I'm into speed.  I see you

Here, I see you there, I see us sprawled out wide.

Come in the tunnel where I hide.  I'm waiting here.  So step inside.     

Dm             Eb        Bb            C        Dm                Bb     F           C

White Line Fever  I've got it bad.        Like truckers get who cross Australia's land.

Dm             Eb       Bb                F                           Gm         C6th          D      

So hooked on speeding when they make a stop  Their legs can barely stand.

       Gm        F(A)       Bb          Dm     Bb(C)     C      F        

My legs give out, my life goes on,  as if I am already gone.

SOMETHING TELLS ME IT'S OK

LET'S GO

VALENTINES DAY

Something tells me its OK

Whenever were together in the farmhouse hay

Living is easy if we state our terms.
No need to talk, we've got to fight off these germs.

If insulted go to bed.
Infiltrate the surface if the face is red

What we rejected we had first exposed.

So be embraceable or get cold, case closed.

Case closed.

I knew I loved you from the get go.  If I 

       F7                           B7

Love you, then I love you 'til you die.
I find a reason, there's no reason saying why I'll always 

    Eb7                            A7

Love you.  The depth of love is pure, I'll always
Love you.  Never need to cure it; cut to now.

Let's go from then.  Lets stay alert.

No need to speak we've got to wash off this dirt.

Someone told me its OK

To suck a quart of Daniel's in the farm house hay.
Living is easy in the country clime

                                                B(G)

Ill always love you, gonna love you for all time.  

Lets go the back of the bar.  Lets go.  Leave the back door ajar.

Lets show that were gonna go far from where we are.

Lets go.  To the back of the bar.

Its a time of yearning, lovely lady please be mine.

With the curves were turning, rolling an exotic line.

As we break a sweat in a pool of lubrication, irritation is fine.

Next we bake and roast in a scalding ray of sunshine

Dumb down, to a place of repose, Dumb down, to where pegasus (life first a-) rose.

Dumb gown.  Take of all of your clothes.  No more of those.
Dumb down, to a place of repose.

Bathing in the gurgling bubbling

Rolling babbling waterbrook.

DON'T YOU EVER GO

OOH CHILD