From last night's concert on lit-ideas:

Bloomfontein

Let's leave this place tonight Lazarillo said
We can't stay if we gotta keep a head
We packed up the car with drinks and smoke
And left the city as the thunder stroke
We were on our way...
to Bloomfontein

Lazarillo had a pipe it was made of bone
And he didn't wanna smoke it all alone
I was driving the car through the thundering rain
Swirling softly into another domain
We were on our way...
to Bloomfontein

Lazarillo had the munchies so we stopped by the road
Our hunger was about to switch to overload
But the guys at the station didn't like our guts
We left in a rush to save our butts
We were on our way...
to Bloomfontein

An hour later our car broke down
We decided to walk to the next town
But just outside freedom we were stopped
By two guys who wanted our journey chopped
We were on our way...
to Bloomfontein

The took us to a cell in the local station
Lazarillo said, 'hey, we're just on vacation'
But the cops said, 'You guys, your asses mean trouble'
Decided to add to the woe make it double
We were on our way...
to Bloomfontein

A bird was chirping in my ear when I opened my eyes
The first thing that I saw wuz Lazarillo's prize
He'd won a beating for his pretty face
So we lit up a pipe an left for outer space
We were on our way...
to Bloomfontein

Lazarillo and I hitched a ride to Bloomfontein
We thought it was the endpoint of our campaign
On observation in the streets, out of cash
Trying to make some dough in a flash
We were heading out...
of Bloomfontein

I also performed Suzanne Vega's Calypso and a recent composition, Departures.

It went well. Great audience. Keep singing.