Buddy Bee Anthony
Biography of Buddy Bee Anthony
We all can dream
I write poetry and sing songs to improve my station.
I am into the music for the long haul. I seek collaborators I would love to work with other artists; writers, and entertainers.
I enjoy word construction. I am at base a folk singer/revolutionary. It's the poet in me.
My forte is writing, and singing.
I endeavor to change the world, one song at a time, I have become enamored with song reconstruction, and play around with words until they come together like puzzle pieces to hit my audience hard with hooks and phrases. As a a field reporter of the world around me. Music is my calling card, my vehicle. when I play music, I am beautiful, . sexy, strong, and wonderous. I get filmed often being flamboyant as I bend and sometimes break social convention. These are the good old days. We only come up short if we don't go long. Out birthright isn't to blend into the woodwork. My professional personae has a living, breathing soul, I feel lit by the power of the Sun and the Stars, A volatile, volcanic, cocktail. Polite society tries much too hard to reign in magnificent beasts. I play street music because it is the not conventional, and far from being told what to say on The Ed Sullivan Show. I say what I please, and I have found that a good number of people appreciate my honesty and grit. I know because I get alot more thumbs up than thumbs down.
I rogue with my art. If I please myself first with work, chances are my audience will also be pleased with it. Of course, one has to measure who their audience is and play songs that will inspire them, personally. I aim high and sustain a full array of styles public crafting works that connect folks and awe them. My show is live. I invite you to be a part of it. I am a cocktail that screams abbondanza.
I am living testimony that all of the best songs have not yet been written. Find out for yourself.
Buddy Bee Anthony
Buddy Bee Anthony Poems
Four Letter 'Work' Song
Work me up work me out work me flip side down Work me here
Raised amongst wolves A lamb who could lead Pecked ever so gently by birds on land and by Sea
Wild Rice Soak
There's Pizza delivery Indian Cuisine Tex-Mex Thai
Sick With The Music
Flick your Bic with the Music Do a high kick with the music Twirl a walking stick with the music Do you know how to get sick
To the faces behind the bar. Small bills and coins stuffed in tip jars friendly stranger spilling guts to
I don't know why you makes me feel so good Hurt me real fine with them sheep dipped cigarettes Boone's Farm bottles of wine
One bird song hungry for their mother One bird song seeks shelter on the docks One bird song is warring on their brother One bird song is beating all the clocks
Master Ghuey Charles Dickens
We brought home a kitty cat, his name they said was Ghuey. lazier than a hound dog and n'er the worry. Somehow Ghuey's got baby's momma wrapped deep in his spell. Ghuey won't be faring around here so well.
Helen Of Troy
She asked if I would write a poem about her She wants to know if she's my Helen of Troy It's true, the holes I'm finding in my boat are causing quite a stir
I got a brother named Thunder another named Lightenin my sister's named Wind and I'm Rain Goin' steady with a sweet li'l warm breeze
You don't know this burnin sadness that I feel And you can't see beneath my fragile smile this hurt I must conceal I'll keep settin course
No Pussy In Hell
I don't care anymore I might die and take you with me Pussy In hell Put the juice to me I'll fry
Raven What can we make of this war for our village
Most Beautiful One
Tell me why isn't there more room left in your heart Most beautiful one of them all when you can't be found the whole world falls apart
Girl Scout Cookies
Trainwreck, Purple Kush, walk the dog, sour diesel
Smoke damn near anything make me shimmy like a weisel
If you ask me
I'll tell you,
I've smoked alot of different stuff
But, I won't toke no dope called
Girl Scout Cookies
Can't work it out.