i'm on the...

Living easy, living free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride


(just had a bowl of ice cream with granola and cherries.
nuuuuuyce.)


Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too


(i need to go buy some beer.
the supply is low and the troops' morale is low as well.)


i'm on the highway to hell!
(repeat as needed)


No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round


(it's sunny out.
which is good.
especially after all the dreary weather we've been having.)


Hey Satan, payin' my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land

i'm on the highway to hell!
(more reps equals bigger muscles)
[please say the above with the ahhnuld accent - as in da tumuhnatuh]


yeah, so, anyway...

southern cross

crosby still and nash.

yeah.
thats a REALLY good song.
and you can see a live version here.
and then there's the album version. which is softer and truer somehow.
anyway, i really like some of the lyrics.

my favorite you ask?

"So I'm sailing for tomorrow
My dreams are a dyin'
And my love is an anchor tied to you
Tied with a silver chain

I have my ship
And all her flags are a flyin'
She is all that I have left
And music is her name."

ok. the truth is that there are a very bunch of good lines in this song
and you just might want to go look at them all.

muchas smooches
(courtesy of bill waterson of calvin and hobbes fame)

is it just me,

or does it seem like the word verifications required for entering a comment these days are approaching war-and-peace length ?

the dangerous thing about giving out one's cell phone number to clients is that they may use it.
with alarming frequency.
unlimited talk for me doesn't mean that i want to be talked to unlimitedly. i should tell them...

sooooo......

i lived in a basement for a while while trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life.
i've since moved, but i'm still not sure what to do with the rest of my life.
anyway, i changed locations because i couldn't listen to the landlord's daughter play fur elise one more time.
she obviously took lessons.
and it seems that this song was the only number the teacher taught her.
no scales. no arpeggios. no nothing.
just radio WFFE. all fur elise, all the time.
i mean i thought of many ways to get her to stop.

1. banging on the ceiling every time she started.
2. cutting a hole in the floor around the damned piano.
3. playing my guitar on the highest volume.
4. with full distortion.
5. camping outside most evenings.
6. proposing marriage contingent on her ceasing and desisting.

i didnt do any of those.
i chose the path of least resistance.
and moved.

ok. there were other reasons.
i didnt like living underground.
i suppose we all get there one day, but i preferred to spend my living years above it.

all's well that ends well.
but then i had to remodel the home i moved into.
and THAT my friends, is a whole other post.

what music does for me

Livin' my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I ain't seen the sun shine in 3 damn days

so anyway...
trying to get a bit more personal on this thing.
but it's hard.
at least it is for me.
so i thought about lyrics.
and the ability they have to express what i might be feeling at a given moment.
it's a smorgasbord of thoughts and feelings we can choose from to give the inside and the outside a little synchronicity.
that's why we turn on the radio and flip through the stations.
or sit back in an easy chair with a drink.
or go to bar and get crazy.

Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways

as you can plainly see, kid rock and sheryl crow are running through my mind right now.
about sums things up for the moment.

I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to her

yeah.
thats about right.

so anyway,
have a good weekend all.



p.s. i cant not post the rest of the song.
and i thought it would be cheap to use it as another post.
yeah. i'm weird that way.
plus it ends on a more hopeful note.

so anyway, here it is.


I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they won't tell
But their half hearted smiles tell me
Somethin' just ain't right

I been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights

I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him

I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same old same "How have you been?"
Since you been gone my world's been dark & grey

You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were comin' home to stay
I was headed to church
I was off to drink you away

I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way

I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I just called to say, I love you, come back home

wha?

i lived in denver for two years.
then i came back to the east coast.
not much happened in between.
but i digress.
so i came back to the east coast and planted myself in the city of new york.
i was walking with a friend one day and we passed a crew working on something in the street. my friend started chatting with one of the workers (i dont recall what about or why), and somehow in the course of the conversation mentioned that i had recently returned from denver.
so this guy leans on his shovel and says "denvuh? whiz dat? somwhiz in joizy?"

i love new york.


lived there for 5 years.
but that's another story for another time
now go to bed.
good night.
i dont want to hear another sound out of any of you!

for the love of a

kind and merciful GOD.
would someone please give me a topic.
or many topics.
anything.
i'm desperate.
ok.
not THAT desperate, but you get the idea.


thank you.

me head aches

once I was drunk with together
now I’m just drunk
spinning around
clutching a flower
choices
what it was
then
isn’t enough
now
it does me well
to believe that
the music plays
a face appears
one that I know
will kill me
one day
i’d rather not wait

kahlua

with cream.
or a white russian.
i like them.

was over at a friend of mine this weekend and he made his own version of kahlua.
don't know exactly what possessed him to do it, but i'm glad he did.
it might even be better than the original.
involved some stoli vanil and sugar and espresso from starbucks.
not sure what else (if anything).

good stuff.

then of course there was the beer...

knock knock

who's there ?
lion.
lion who ?
lion only gets me a spanking.

i'll be here all week !


ok.
that's bad.
i know.

anyway, in few short hours it will time to drink some beer.
this is good.

there's little

that i enjoy so much as a shirt that fits.
i mean really fits.
not the 32/33 kind of thing.
exact measurements.
it's one of those things that gives me a special sort of satisfaction every time i take it off the hanger.

bar b q

why do i eat three times my body weight in protein during these gastronomic orgies ?
i dont know.
probably has something to do with cavemen and saber tooth tigers.
and at some point tonight i might swear that i will be a vegan for the next 3 years.
or until sometime next week.
or tomorrow.

oh right

as if you didn't ask....

i'm having a bag of frozen cauliflower and fresh mushrooms boiled in some bought mushroom barley soup. the mushroom part does sound rather redundant, but hey, i'm hungry and this doesnt make me feel like i ate too much. yet again. so thats nice for a change.

anyway, further bulletins as events warrant.

now i'm off to see what the smart people are saying.