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track 12

I wish I was a fisherman
tumblin' on the seas
far away from dry land
and it's bitter memories
castin' out my sweet line
with abandonment and love
no ceiling bearin' down on me
save the starry sky above
with light in my head
with you in my arms...

I wish I was the brakeman
on a hurtlin fevered train
crashin head long into the heartland
like a cannon in the rain
with the feelin of the sleepers
and the burnin of the coal
countin the towns flashin by
and a night that's full of soul
with light in my head
with you in my arms...

And I know I will be loosened
from the bonds that hold me fast
and the chains all around me
will fall away at last
and on that grand and fateful day
I will take thee in my hand
I will ride on a train
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms...

Light in my head
You in my arms...

How Long?

I should be careful not to be too hurt and say things I don't really mean.
Three years, I think that should do it.

Actions vs. Words

"You're right, this is insanity - I can't keep doing this. I have to be there for the baby.

I'm going back to Richmond."

That's what he said.

So maybe he should stop fucking with my head for a while and do that, if that's what he wants to do. I am not a game. What he is doing with me is not love. Love does not feel like what he is doing to me.

must be a new spell

What is that sound
Where is it coming from
All around
What are you running from
Something you don't understand
Something you cannot command

That's how I know
She's got a new spell
Yes, that's how I know
That she's got a new spell

What's going down
Who's moved this room from round me
Where has it gone
I fear this night will drown me
So I lie awake all night
'Cos I can't sleep with something I can't fight

The laws of gravity are very, very strict
And you're just bending them for your own benefit

One minute she says
She's gone to get the cat in
The next thing I know
She's mumbling in Latin
She cut the stars out of the sky
And baked them in a pie

That's how I know
She's got a new spell
Yes, that's how I know
That she's got a new spell

She stole the scene and scenery
The script and the machinery

That's how I know
She's got a new spell
Yes, that's how I know
That she's got a new spell

Billy Bragg

Truly, Deeply, Everly

where were you last night?

i was here. whatever.
richard thompson at chautauqua. i guess it's the third or fourth time i've seen him. he did the popular favorites and a lot of new stuff which was great and so it goes.

She’s thrown a net on me
Razor wire geometry
She said it was Destiny

not far

this is the truth.
this is the day.
walk with me a little while.
hold my hand.
it's not far.
sit here where it's cool and the grass is soft.
the shade will soothe your eyes.
do you hear water?
do you hear children?
they are your children,
they are my children,
and our children's children.
we can sit and listen
while they play.
this is the truth.
this is the day.

Give it a fucking rest.

I guess I should, too.

Again

Well it’s empty and ugly and terribly sad
I can’t feel what you feel but I know it feels bad
I know that its real and it makes you so mad
You could cry

Cry if you want to I won’t tell you not to
I won’t try and cheer you up
I'll just be here if you want me; to be
Near you

Holly Cole

Richmond

Don't wanna see you again or hold your hand
Cause you don't really love me you're not my man
You're not my man oh you're not my man
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

You scream and shout and you make a scene
When you open your mouth you never say what you mean
Say what you mean oh say what you mean
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

You drink hard liquor you come on strong
You lose your temper someone looks at you wrong
Looks at you wrong oh looks at you wrong
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

Out all night playin in a band
Looking for a fight with a guitar in your hand
A guitar in your hand oh a guitar in your hand
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

Empty bottles and broken glass
Busted down doors and borrowed cash
Borrowed cash oh the borrowed cash
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

Looking for someone to save you
Looking for someone to rave about you
To rave about you oh to rave about you
Go back to Greenville just go on back to Greenville

Lucinda

Jack

Jack, a 15-pound orange and white cat, keeps a close vigil on his property, often chasing small animals, but his owners and neighbors say his latest escapade was surprising

religion

went riding this morning- long ride. met up with a couple of martin's friends and a couple of other guys he doesn't know. 7 guys total, including martin. i hadn't ever ridden the route we took- wasn't familiar with the roads or the other riders. but i just blended in and off we went through the canyons in formation. right off i figured two of the guys were lesser riders than me, which is comforting. a couple of the guys were very fast and the others tried to keep up. we rode for 6 hours with a couple of stops- gas, coffee and restrooms. about halfway through i was behind this guy, rick and his bmw, and he just blew a turn. keep in mind we're doing 60 in 30 mph turns and twisties all the way. he was lucky. it could have been a drop off or a rock wall but it was a dirt wall. a big cloud of dust went up as his front end hit and then the right side and i had to stop in a corner from 60mph with about 20 feet between us. shit. i couldn't tell if the bike was going to go sprawling across the road or what. somehow he held on to it and both he and the bike rebounded into the road in front of me and accross both lanes. in front of me because i had brought it down to about 10mph in a matter of feet, backend fishtailing. he was lucky. i was lucky.

Saturday and Sunday

I love the way the weekends come around
regularly
to remind me that I am a
passtime, a diversion
from the real stuff.

Don't get too full of yourself,
Missy. Do not mistake yourself for something
that matters.

That's what the weekends are for.

I think of a small dog on a rope tied to a stake in the front yard, running headlong to greet his master at the end of a long day. The master gets out of his car and calls to the dog as he walks up the front porch and just as he opens the door, the dog runs out of rope, his whole body continues in motion except his head which completely stops, forcing his body to fling through the air past his neck. Just as the dog falls to the ground, he hears the front door close.

Illegal

They took the truck up to Cheyenne
this morning. Been planning it for a week.
Wanted to beat the traffic
and the heat, and the rush,
but mostly I think they couldn't
wait any longer. Seven o'clock on a Saturday morning
and the boy said, "I don't need to watch my shows.
They're probably just re-runs. We can go now.
We can go when you're ready. Can I help you get ready?"
I told him he should eat some breakfast.
It's a long drive.

So, he got his money
out of the tin chest under his bed
and his sister gave him some money, too.
She likes those Lotus Blossoms.
And the guys got in the truck and they headed
for the state line, 'cuz the good firecrackers
are illegal here.

Yes I Am

I'M FREE
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I'm free to do what I want any old time
I'm free to do what I want any old time
So love me, hold me, love me, hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want

I'm free to sing my song though it gets out of time
I'm free to sing my song though it gets out of time
So love me, hold me, love me, hold me
And I'm free any old time to get what I want

Love me, hold me, love me, hold me
But I'm free any old time to get what I want

I'm free to choose what I please any old time
I'm free to choose what I please any old time
So hold me, love me, love me, hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want, yes I am

Get off of my cloud. (Hey! You!)

When I rolled my bike down the slope that is my drive way and started it up, I thought "It won't be long before I have to turn off the choke, so I better just stay here while it warms up." So I sat on the cement in the driveway and I spread out my leather jacket behind me. I lay back and lay down and I looked up at the sky for a moment before I closed my eyes and started to dream.

Like the way.

Thumb and index finger held together
for a cigarette-
hand falling carelessly
off an edge
of wrist.
Swell at the base of your thumb
(Show me your life line.
Does it stretch like a bracelet
around your wrist?)
rising up like your chest when you breathe
hard.
Hard like the way you're kissing me.
(Please stop)
Hard like the way you're leaving me.
(I need to go)
Hard like the way back home.
(Not home)

Now.

What's under there?
Thick, dark,
I peel it back just
a little. What's under there?
Too soon and too late,
moisture first
and then, a bubble,
deep purple drops swell
and leak out. I press it
back down.
Too late,
too late
too soon
and too late.

Alive

Love is alive:
a tiny trickle, pooling up
to a glistening jewel,
ruby red and plump-
ready to be plucked from
the slivery vine on the inside
of my arm.

For the benefit of my loyal readers:

The Wapello County Courthouse is located just north of Central Park on the northwest corner of Fourth and Court Streets. Built on the site of the original Wapello County courthouse, it was designed by architects Foster and Liebbe in the Richardson Romanesque style --one of the more popular styles for courthouses of the time -- using rusticated stone. A statue of Wapello, the Fox chief for whom the county is named, looks out into the river valley from atop a front gable.The Wapello County Courthouse is listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

The next stop on the tour is the Wapello County Jail.












and then: The next stop on the tour is the Lester Jay Funeral Home.

It's all fun and games...

"I know this hasn't ended well for you, but I still think we had fun."

from Bad Cat by Jim Edgar

where were you?

old crow medicine show
so this is where i was last night.
check out "gospel plow"

what a fucking pain in the ass

but i wish i would have been here:

24 hours

this is where i woke up this morning. to the left is the room i slept in and to the right is the lake that slept outside my room. grand lake-spirit lake. one lake with both names. it is the largest natural lake in colorado. it lies over the continental divide from where i live.

i rode over trail ridge road- through rocky mountain national park- to get there. it is a spectacular ride which takes you up over two miles high, through twists and turns, switchbacks and cuts. sheer cliff on one side or both and a narrow two lane road full of hazards:
elk
deer
big horn sheep
rocks
permafrosted pavement
motor homes
tour buses
tourists posing for pictures

it is beautiful, though.
just me and the Z.

it's not the distance as much as the elevation that takes you away.

I like it.

Batwoman is coming out of the closet. DC Comics is resurrecting the classic comic book character as a lesbian, unveiling the new Batwoman in July as part of an ongoing weekly series that began this year. "We decided to give her a different point of view," explained Dan DiDio, vice president and executive editor at DC.
Associated Press