Jonathan Best

Is there anyone out there Is anybody out there looking in Can any one see me Can anyone see I’m a human When you're looking through the fence All you can see is a sliver of me when I'm lookin through the fence All I can see is a sliver of you Can you see my ancestors Or are they blocked by you investors How long must we live in solitary How long Can we live in solitary Can you see my universe I'm looking for your universe I'm starting to remember The stripping of my soul how much it hurts When you're lookin through the fence Can you see my children behind me When I'm look in through the fence I can see an army behind you And I can see your ancestors Breaking bread with my ancestors How long must we live in solitary How long can we live in solitary How long have we lived in solitary How long will we live in solitary

Song to Mommy and Daddy Open the Cages You have the key Open the cages They are kids like me They love each other so tenderly Like you Love me Open your cages And let love in Open your cages And you’ll begin To love all children so endlessly Like you love me Why oh why Where oh where How in the world did we get so scared We have each other We hold the key I will look for you as you look for me And I’ll open your cage And you’ll open mine There is so much love Do we still have time #singourtransformation

Ruby Baby Jay Ruby I know a guy Jay Ruby is his name Making our water sustainable is his game Ruby, Ruby Prescott needs you No other candidate can compete with you Ruby, Ruby when will you be my City of Prescott council member

GIDDY LITTLE BILLIONAIRES Pickin’ our pockets for their trinkets and rockets, In broad daylight, without any gun Never see it coming, and then it’s a shock, it’s horrendous for us, for them it’s just fun We troll their oceans, dig their mines, Hunch over their assembly lines, Pick their crops, grow grapes for their wine, Cut up pigs for whenever they want to dine (Those giddy little billionaires) [Instrumental] They flout their glee without regret They don’t even need to fake a frown ‘Cause they don’t see us as a threat The way they’ve dumbed us down Like kids kicking sand castles, Stomping on em with stiletto heels, Free from empathy’s petty hassles, They couldn’t give a shit how anybody down here feels (Those giddy little billionaires) [Piano solo] Yachts in Majorca, homes in Palm Beach, Twenty-foot ceilings, floors made out of teak, They got gold toilets and satin sheets, While hundreds of thousands sleep in the streets That much disparity is called theft. And they won’t be done till we got nothing left So, no more sticking to thoughts and prayers, We’re not gonna be fueled by, schooled by stooled by, tooled by, fooled by, ruled by Those giddy little billionaires

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Who am I? You ask me who am I? I'm your hand on your belly Cells dividing in the jelly I'm the alpha the omega On a photon all the way from Vega Who am I? You ask me who am I? I'm the birds in the trees Lookin down at me I'm Columbus on his knees Crying at the gates of hell I am all that he can smell Who am I? You ask me who am I? I'm the mountains in the distance Here at your throat I'm death's insistence I'm your glassy clouded eyes Looking through the book of lies I am you, you are me I'm in prison, you are free

When I was kid, one of my chores was to clean the piano ivories.(moves to the piano) I didn’t hear the sound they made. It was like cleaning the sink or whatever. But one day the piano tuner came and ever since then I heard the music. Every key I cleaned produced a note that pierced my heart like a needle. It started to mend me with my own heartstrings. It was weaving a song. I wasn’t playing the piano. The piano was playing me. Then it taught me to play along. I had to play that song to stay alive. More songs came. I had to keep playing. A shark has to keep swimming. I had to keep playing or I would die. That’s why people come to my shows. It’s like a circus. They don’t know if I’m gonna fall off the trapeze or not. They need someone to take these chances for them. Kinda like Jesus.

Blood on the Ivories May 23 24 25 Cosmos Theatre 222 N. Marina St Prescott AZ 86303

Gender is a buffet You can take what you want Leave what you don’t And your plate doesn’t have to be like anyone else's Gender is a partay You can sing what you like Dance how you feel And your body doesn’t have to look like anyone else's Cuz gender Is a liquid You can mix it up with anyone you like And make it real smooth in your gender blender Gender is a rainbow You can climb to the top Slide to the gold And your color doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s Gender is a buffet