Touch Deprived

                                                               Touch Deprived  

Left home for an alternate dance family

From a slug to a hug on a loan

I get out of my depth when I’m searching for the steps while I’m talking on the telephone

Acting like everybody knows you

Looking like you’ve never been denied

You’ve told me how alive that you’re feeling inside

Now you say you’re touch deprived

Touch deprived

Touch deprived

Touch deprived

Touch deprived

And there’s nothing else you haven’t tried

Touch deprived

The sea of tenderness

The flow of sweet caress

Of those pleasures we can guess

I would love to take you gently

Dreaming of you sentimeantly

I love the glimpse of your leather

I love the feel of your cloth

Around the room you glide until you flicker to my side

Quicker, you electric moth

‘Cos I’m too scared to ask you for a slow dance

And one kiss would be a roller coaster ride

I’ve shown you how alive that I’m feeling inside

I’ve got to say I’m touch deprived

Touch deprived

Touch deprived

Touch deprived

Touch deprived

And there’s nothing else we haven’t tried

Touch deprived

        

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copy #1 sent here

1. Available Only

2. Y'Gotta Have a Gimmick

3. New Music Came to Town

4. Bioenergetic Blocks

5. Taming Oscar Wilde

6. Don't Let Her Drain Ya

7. Angel's Tricks

8. Poverty Machine

9. War Causes

    words/vocals: Savlove              music credits: inside booklet

As a person I've come equipped much like any other, strong in some traits, weak in others.

I'm not the only one issuing back a report. However, I am the only one adapted to synthesize

the songbooks for both parties. Publishers, please call (917)257-2366 or email savlove@gmail.com

to grant permission to have used the following music behind the reflections posted on the analog tapes:

1. Pink Floyd - "Come in #51, Your Time Is Up"

2. Weather Report - "Mysterious Traveler"

    (with additional lyrics by Jimi Hendrix)

3. William Tyler - "Last Residents of Westfall"

4. Booket T & the MGs - "Over Easy"

5. Rolling Stones - "If I Was a Dancer (dance pt. 2)"

    (with quotes by Oscar Wilde)

6. Gabor Szabo - "The Beat Goes On"

7. David Bowie - "Sense of Doubt"

8. Sun Ra - "Saturn"

9. Jimi Hendrix Experience - "Third Stone From the Sun"

Cassettes recorded August/September 2015

Digital transfer and mix by Joel Patterson

Mountaintop Studios

John Savlove is SaveLove Music, Inc. (ASCAP)

                                                                                          

while listeners will have to take the extra step of contacting me for a copy of the CD in its lavender case and chocolate brown print, the "Buddha" song is now available online, along with tons of other pertinent information,

at Esoteric Online

"Fare Thee Well"

                                               Fare THEE WELL

      

It’s John Savlove’s tribute to the Grateful Dead

as sung to Steely Dan’s version of Duke Ellington and Bubber Miley’s

“East St. Louis Toodle-oo”

Fare thee well

You can’t tell

When upon the wheel we may meet again

Roll them bones

Sing me home

Ride me on your wagon to the wind

The barroom scuffle and the poolhall tiff

While I’m in the corner working on a riff

Don’t shoot me I’m a beginner! – one day to be a winner-

I’ll pay you back further on down the line if

Stagger Lee

Would let me be

The Candy Man and me make three

Cut my deck to the queen of spades

But the cards are all marked everywhere in Chez Hades

You might as well living in the cold dark hollow coalmines

Tell the queen of diamonds by the way she shines

There’s nothing better than a ripple in a creek from

A giant sober footfall

That can put me on the first train out of my

drunken enchantment with jacks, clubs, kings

stains on the barroom floor that speak of secret things

Half a cup of rock and rye

We’ll all know, bye and bye

girls in scarlet magnificent clothes

with bells on their toes!

If memory serves me well, we’re sure to meet further on down the road

Provided your wheel does not light on fire, and you do not explode

Fare thee well

You just can’t tell

Where upon the wheel we’ll meet again

Negative Affirmations

I am not flying under the radar -

The radar picked me up long ago.

And I do not harness light like a laser

Or know anything you need to know.

I am not a victim of omission,

Merely forgotten with no malice towards me ... 

So relative to this world of conditions

I am exactly where Le SaveLove should be


I do not speak smoothly.

Children, dogs, cats, and people on the street do not respond naturally to my warmth.

I could not trump Trump with my ability to replenish standards of language.

I present no alternative to violence and hot-headed behavior in general.


negative affirmation #3,9456,~783!//x//:

I do not have the time to inspire an audience,

nor does America want a comedian such as I, with the time,

at this time.

open mic night 2015

                                             Pay to Play

(sung to the tune of “Yesterday” by Paul McCartney)

Pay to play

It use to be you played for fun you say

To sing covers you must hideaway

Either that or pay to play

Suddenly

We don’t sing the songs we used to play for free

My half is paying for the royalty

Pay to play is not for me

There’s no      copyright

On my songs, and there’s no way

I’ll write           one so good

That I’ll charge you all to play-a-a-a

Pay to play

Cafés clubs or bars or cabarets

A classic song is sung so spirits raise

They weren’t meant for pay to play

Don’t believe in Pay to Play

                              {a gift from John to standard bearers everywhere. And yes i belong to ASCAP}

the AC trilogy - III

To tell you exactly what I feel in unquoted dawn,
in language plain as a teacher of elementary math,
where on her chalkboard a plus appears and then is gone,
her students moved less by numbers than, in passing, a laugh,
a confidence returns them to the abstract
division, which for them is still a game, not sense.
Words are in my sunrise, blacked
When for me, formless, language offers no defense.
Multiply the feeling left by the subtraction
But with what, if not words, or blood, or integers’ quartz crystal
or anything that might take the place of action?
Slowly dew collects beneath the flower’s pistil.
A man alone is reduced to just a fraction
Of the one needed to make his work greater than distraction.






(2007)

                                                                                                               

the AC trilogy - II

For such an all-consuming,
pervasive everything,
God is too short a word.
The word for God should have
at least twenty-five syllables,
so as to remind all who utter it that their God is that of other galaxies,
of every stone.
That is why I know I love you.
I do love God, but God alone is too big for all this
just to be about that.
I know that when I think of you it could not only be
a metaphor for the grand unity,
the one syllable,
god.
My love distinguishes itself among other instances,
radio cardio
thrill of sensing it is you.
God of Diastole, God of Systole
together we search the lonely kingdom for traces of goddess.
Virgin Parthenia, it is I
your mirror!
Assassin for the gentle and true
hashshasheen to the lazy Tantrix
razor blades sheathed at the tips of my petals
In the long grand line of epic tales real people
are created by this writer we call God
and those who believe
make a name for themselves.
God has already helped me plenty. But I still need you!



                                                                                               


                                                                                         SAVELOVE
                                                                                               2006

the AC trilogy - I

                                    “Taggin’ Along with Sav’s Old Siren Song”

What I wouldn’t give

for soft kisses in the night

for confidences, tight

for whispers in the year of my love,

no mister shaman.

for whispers in the ear of our love

No.

for the lore of j’te adore

Sorry mister, but you’ve already gave all.

You’re the bloody Beloved boy

What I wouldn’t give

for a festival of trees

for public ecstasies

Instinctual ideal vision unto practical world peace.

‘Twould still have its series of imperfect robberies

Like the hearts yet to be taken from a million unhatched mes.

Hungry god, hungry goddess

We shall pour our paint on canvas

Beloved lover, lover beloved

We shall live the rhymes of jewels before us

                                                                                                            (in the wee hours of April 10, 2005)