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I’ve been working all day long sometimes I forget I have not deserved you since long before we met We’ll make up for lost time someday in our golden years But first we’ll have to make it through one more night of tears
The radio in the kitchen playing songs we used to know Like highways moving backward to places we can’t go We were perfect for each other we eased each others fears We never minded holding on through one more night of tears
Funny how that trust got started, funny how our love was made But I stopped laughing once I saw that trust begin to fade
Now each of us has a private life that the other doesn’t know And generosity moved away from our house long ago Yes now we have our own lives our dream has disappeared We cannot help each other through another night of tears
Memory is that this was written around 1993, either in Omaha or Nashville, shortly after a divorce. So, yeah, it’s a divorce song but mostly fictional. Probably as close as I could get to the feel of John Prine’s “Angel from Montgomery”.
I introduce myself in a modernly sensitive way but I can’t help but feel hypocritical…
because i want you
(and respect you beautiful)
But I don't want you to be bugged honey
and a-think i'm just a-hittin' on you
i think it's a drag that a girl don't feel...
Safe. After. Dark.
{Evolution seems like a failure}
A six pack of pride swallowed tonight when i spoke to you / at the slam dance it’s always our job to make the first move and buy the flowers
Chorus
Nah know I’m not your Jesus Christ and he ain’t no axe muderer neither I ain’t the cream of the wheat / or the cream of the crop
I’m just confused!
Memory is that this was written in Seattle around 1994 when I was going to the Crocodile cafe every other night to drink and hit on girls. After reading an article in the Stranger (some feminist propoganda thing *jk*) I wrote these words in a cheap spiral.
Clint Eastwood from Gorillaz, is the anthem of this century Putin trump be damned.
Call me decadence but this multiculti cats out the bag. We are earthlings.
This is the century we monkies transcend this planet and save it. First we must transcend our nations, tribes and solid sense of self.
Think about it. When you show up to represent your school or town or country (or earth) you are so full. Joy. Identity.Purpose.Autonomy. Mastery. Love.
July was the cruelest month in 22. On the day after Independence Day, I was in a café when she finally called me back. It had been two days of silence. Though I assumed that she was coming home to me that day. But instead, her new man left a message on my phone saying tthat she did not like conflict and hey were going to Europe next week to get married and that he was sorry.
Fast-forward a few weeks and much drama and alcohol later… One night before bed scrolling through arts news in some publication, I caught a brief review of the latest work by Emily St. John Mandel. And knew right away I had possibly, finally, discovered a special writer. Someone to add to that shelf of favorites before I had even read a single line.
And tonight probably not even 25% of the way through Station 11, I felt so good that I wanted to stop and message her on Instagram immediately. And tell her all about how this was connecting with me in my life. And how brilliant the last couple of pages were, how poetic, thrilling, how much like film, painting, and amazing embrace…
So there Emily, you’ve touched me in the heart. We have fenced, you might say, touché!
Earlier this afternoon while working on a three letter spot in a crossword puzzle, I came across an intriguing clue: “The tongue of the mind…”, Cervantes.
a few years ago 2013 to be frank in San Francisco fall weather is like summer and thinking about the state of things culture environment and surfing the web late one night mashing up things on photoshop he emerged… thrust hips on his toes the abandon of the arms his serious face
So this weekend it felt like time to print and frame. Enjoy!
Prints are available: $66 for 12×24, $99 for 24×36.
Moving on leaving all your books behind pages falling from what I need Forgot whatever I wanted to find, won’t remember what I once believed
I’ll create my own confusion get my legend with room to spare I pray for patience and something old to help me driver to get back there
*Pass me by I’ve forgotten the way Go on ahead, you know the night will stay No one can help me – don’t even try Go on ahead and pass me by
No comfort of familiar nightmares can hold my wishes back down inside Tell my story for me… after I’m gone Those questions of right and wrong … let ’em ride
I’ll take this the wrong way It’s happened before (“I didn’t touch a thing”) I’m always hopin’ the night will stay Like a bird of prey with a broken wing
Surrender all my expressions of love… with my pride A gift to leave back down by the gate of our lives
*Pass me by I’ve forgotten the way Go on ahead, you know the night will stay No one can help me – don’t even try Go on ahead and pass me by
Seems everybody is just too stunned to look back And the look-ahead holds just a mountain of graveyard black Yet my watch tells me I got an appointment in the morning I don’t need a needle to tell me – morning may never come
When this year started I said the ’19 can go to hell Something didn’t die but it would’ve been just as well I got the penalty box for riding out there into harm’s way …pain’s easier to face with an option to look away
* They say it always gets better baby but I think I’ll just pass You can take double dub (2020) and… tattoo my ass
There was friendship for days and a mountain of golden sunshine
People coming together singing “Time’s up!“ all down the line
But then the Suits with the news, they started dumping their shares
Controlling the story so the people would be unawares
So we had a paranoid spring and summer confusion kicked in And the rich got so richer and casualties kept pouring in Yeah the West Coast was burning and cops kept murdering black men Yeah the west kept burning and cops kept murdering black women
* They say it always gets better but baby I think I’ll just pass You can take double dub And tattoo my ass
Tired of surviving dog eat dogging all day?
Consumer cellular Netflix those thoughts all away
Comfort is killer, sugar always comes with a price
It’s time to take two the hard way first let me add us some spice
* They say it always gets better but baby I think I’ll just pass You can take double dub And tattoo my ass
It can always get worse
I can’t breathe … the past
Don’t call it 2020
I can’t see through all this ash
They say it always gets better but baby I think I’ll just pass You can take double dub And tattoo my ass … goodbye 👋