Buddy Bee Anthony
Biography of Buddy Bee Anthony
We all can dream
I write poetry and sing songs to improve my station.
I am in it 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 and share my gifts. I am beautiful. Sexy, Strong, and wonderous. True greaness is often flamboyant and breaks social rules. We are living in the best of times. Living our lives only comes up short if we go short. To blend into the woodwork is a bitter birthright. My professional personae intersects with my creative juices to create a living, breathing soul, a musical entity, lit by the power of the Sun and the Stars, A volatile, volcanic, cocktail. Polite society tries too hard to reign in such a magnificent beast. I play street music because it is the least constricted form of expressing my skills. I say what I please, and I have found that people appreciate my honesty and grit. I've got " it"
I am rogue with my art. If I please my self with work, my audience will also be pleased. Of course, one has to measure their audience and play songs that will inspire them, personally. I aim high to achieve, and sustain a full array of styles in a public display of works that connects to folks and awes them. My show is live. I invite them to be a part of it. But, I do it my way. It's a cocktail that screams abbondanza, It's my birthright to strive freely for greatness. resisting any and all efforts to tame or lull me into deep slumber of the dullness of mediocrity. I am not seeking people who are scared to commit to greatness. All the best songs have not yet been written. That's a fact, Jack.
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
Face Behind The Bar
It's me, I'm the face behind the bar you drop coins and bills into my jar. The friendly stranger you spill your guts to
I don't know why she makes me feel so good She hurt me real fine with her 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 any more room left in your heart Most beautiful one of them all when you can't be found the whole world falls apart
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
She makin love like a Hurricaine
When the Gods of the Father of my Mother and Me
first ate the fruit off the olive tree
The Moon raised the tide
bringin on a mudslide