from Reflections In A Radio Shower, released February 4, 2022
Music By – Bruce Smith, Falcone
Text By – Calvert, Falcone, Neville-Neil, Thom

Bass [Akashic], Computer [Digi Scrubs], Chorus – Don Falcone
Chorus – Karen Anderson
Didgeridoo [Mooch] – Neil Pinnock
Drums [Akashic] – Bruce Smith
Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guitar – Jerry Jeter
Sounds [Intro Crashes & Godzilla Spikes] – ST37
Synth [Additional], Computer [Mac Sounds] – Steve Palmer
Synth [Main] – Carl Howard
Voice ["Centigrade 232" Reading] – Robert Calvert
Voice ["Currumbin Bird Sanctuary"] – Thom The World Poet
Voice [Haiku Voice] – Daevid Allen

"Drive-By Poetry" Haikus by Roger Neville-Neil, Chorus by Don Falcone, "Currumbin Bird Sanctuary" by Thom, "Centigrade 232," by Robert Calvert

(opening haikus)
white circular lines
along the streets that i walk
alone in the night
our lives cross boundaries
like halos of spectrral dust
in a video scene
our lives cross boundaries
like halos of spectral dust
in a vivid dream

(chorus)
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
a haiku, a rhyme, or a form that's free,
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
give me a shot

(Currumbin Bird Sanctuary)
zoo means feeding times, regular as pension checks
these wild birds flash, flock, flip in to drink adventure's milk
they flap out again threading the skies with insubordiante
gossiping, once the feeding stops

we were birds once, we marvel at our stolen colors
we see our once wide wings, our tiny ranbow opulences
we hold ourselves in a world with hands and feed our futures
stock is food and water, y2k means nothing to a bird
milennial fever is a human disease
and we are birds who flip above ourselves
with smiling ecstasies

(chorus)
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
a haiku, a rhyme, or a form that's free,
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
give me a shot

(excerpts from Centigrade 232)
At Lexington they are going to burn
A hoard of books for charity....

(chorus)
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
a haiku, a rhyme, or a form that's free,
give me a shot of your drive-by poetry
give me a shot

(closing haikus)
granite stelas
rising from earth to heaven


(excerpts from Centigrade 232)
At Lexington they are going to burn
A hoard of books for charity....
Round these towering volumes the flames will churn
As night and winter's dark they spurn
And threaten with their clarity.

The fire's fierce theatre draws herds of folk
All willing to be hynotised;
Anemones of flame and reefs of smoke
Enchant us so, we'd gladly choke
To see the dark so well disguised.

'Oh, look, the Bible's all on fire', we cheered
At its catching. 'Oh watch it flare'.
It was like this of old, when witches reared
Against the stake; we stood and peered
At such Aladdin caves of air.

These mushrooming billows of coral form
The fevered brain of fire on high,
Whose dream of destroying the world by storm
Will, in the ashes, still be warm
Long after its illusions die.