[Every Thing Is Free Now]

All art should be pondered and plundered freely. If you're generous, you'll credit me when appropriating my words or songs (and it seems appropriate). But our system's set up faultily, so artists believe that they have control over their work. 

Truth is this: once you made it, it ain't yours no more: it's ever'body's. You can copyright, trademark, insure, outsource, underwrite, ghostwrite, rewrite, or otherwise fence off your creations all you please, but you won't control 'em. They are free already, born that way in fact.

I want each person's creation to stay as free of restrictions as they wish it to be. Mine's all free. Below is a new song I been workin on and off, now like the man said take it easy, but take it.

'How It's Done'

2010

Raise your glass, n take that sip. As we listen t the trees drip.
Cool as your lover in the timber lets  her suspenders slip.
Home microbrew at the BBQ -- wild salmon on the fire.
Still porchin it at 3:30 in the mornin -- at parties we don't tire.

Independent minds -- skyscapes second to none.

This is Oregon, son, that's how it's done.

Love all kinds of rain --it keeps us so fresh, each mind like the canopy's intricate mesh,

Doug Fir, Hemlock, Cedar and Spruce -- each grow fierce as the downpours sluice.

Sun stays precious cause it shows so rare til the springtime come n the bitties go bare.

Have smoke out on the stoop in the wet fresh air -- revelry in reverence is all my care.

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We love to float the river with a drink or three, and our lines all out for trout.

You'd think everyone's from New Orleans -- the way we love to wile out.
Cross Columbia's Bar in winds quite brisk, knowin how t savor the bliss of a risk.

Already got what you need -- we show you how to use it,

                                                        with this old time, good time Northwest music.

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You may try to look for me in each voice I unfurl.

Remember these are masks I take on only to cast off.