Rcrdd n m brthd ths yr. 1 f th 1st sngs i lrnd 2 ply n th gtr bt nw i sng t abt rl tms.

Once my future was shiny as the seat of my pants are today
Then old mother luck and all her daughters started duckin’ me
When I finally got tired of just sittin’ there watching my life slip away
I said I better start takin’ all the living that’s a-comin’ to me

Now I love too much, fight too much
Stay out late at night too much
But you bet your butt I’m going to live before I die
And I may smoke too much, drink too much
Every blessed thing too much
It’s a low-down life, but it ain’t gonna pass me by

I don’t care if the world don’t ever hear the sound of my name
And old mother luck and all her daughters keep a-duckin’ me
As long as that Cat that I gotta look at when I shave ain’t ashamed
There ain’t no Jody in the world I’d ever rather be.

Still I love too much, fight too much
Stay out late at night too much
But you bet your butt I’m going to live before I die
And I may smoke too much, drink too much
Every blessed thing too much
It’s a low-down life, but it ain’t gonna pass me by

track released 20 November 2010

Written by Kris Kristofferson for his 1973 record Spooky Lady’s Sideshow. Published by Universal Music.

another twistytrack. a nod to the wombats and “moving to new york” and how real friends forgive. i use floodlights in this version but i’ve toyed with searchlights, which may get the release like circle gets the square.

The past slides down a bottomless wall
Over miles upon miles of one-way calls
Man, it’s been years
Since that open-arm town.

if you knew who your friends were
you wouldn’t go back.
there’s just no way
you would ever say that
friends like those would ever take you back.

in ninety four you swore you wrote the code
and you and me we chose to give up all control.
now we can never be invisible
or keep floodlights off our fears.

if you knew who
your friends were
you would never go back.

if you knew who your friends were
you wouldn’t go back.
there’s just no way
you would ever say that
friends like those would ever take you back.

Save Ruby’s.
pics from saturday’s rallyparty for Ruby’s Bar and a side-trip to Totonno’s. Capped by a glimpse, from the windows of an elevated north-bound F-Train, of a bride and groom in a post wedding stroll by The Cyclone.

I’d like to send this one out for Lou and Rachel
And the Lord appeared and he has one made of two
Coney Island baby
Man, I swear, I’d give the whole thing up for you

- Lou Reed, “Coney Island Baby”

(more…)

an overheard he said/she said screamdown. on the other (back of the) hand, though, this could easily be an internal dialogue.

(he said)
“I’ve given half my life
For the common good
And I’ve given away the rest
the best of me

everybody owns me
but nobody runs me
So now I get to be
the bitch of your worst dreams”

(she said)
“I gave all my life
Just to be with you
Here’s everything you need
And what do you do?

You effed it up
Like you always do
You effed it up
Don’t worry it’s no use
You just eff it up
Like you always do”

(all together now)
“You eff it up
Like you always do
Eff it up
Don’t worry it’s no use
You just eff it up
Like you always do”

this song was inspired by pinky masters bar, savannah, ga. the jukebox was connected to the master blaster so it found us brandy by the looking glass and then walking on a dream by empire of the sun. nights that never end are still never enough time, tho.

Hello from the road
I got a thousand miles to go
Last night, we made a beautiful blur
You set me free

You and I never get enough
Time to make
More than a beautiful blur

Last night under the stars
Your words whippin’ like wind around a car
We had nothing to lose
Except time

Hello from the road
It’s a favorite song
Hey Savannah, yeah play it one more time
Set me free

You and I never get enough
Time to make
More than a beautiful blur

tornado much?
our block ~20 min after today’s storm.

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