a song, fitting for the new blog look.

  This city is too small.  I know I have said that before....many times... but it's more pertinent now than ever.  As the line from Seinfeld goes... "Worlds are colliding Jerry....Colliding!!!" 
  Not a bad thing... but just a thing.
  A good friends dad passed away this week.  Went and supported him last night....  It sucks to know that some burdens simply cannot be transferred, and the sharp pain and deep gaping wounds of death leave an indelible, and permanent scar.  An injury that returns to haunt you, like a phantom limb, long after it's been amputated, will ache and hurt.  
  Of course it made me miss my own dad, and the friends who I have had to bury over the past while.  The sadness can really overwhelm you when you aren't looking and the worst part is that I have no one to share this with. It's a singular burden to bear.
  Going out with friends and having some drinks, trying to have a good time, those are all the things I can do these days.  I don't have my close circle, and feel naked and stripped of something valuable.
  Hmm, despondent blog this morning. 
  On the upswing, I may have a Guy Ritchie marathon at my place today... maybe.  IF not, then maybe next weekend for my birthday... just have a bunch of folks out for a few wobbly pops and some damn fine movie watching.  Anyone who can appreciate Snatch... is someone I can appreciate!
  Im referring to the Movie Snatch, by the way.... minds outta the gutter, people.

  Anyway, this kid needs his sleep..... Actually looking forward to turning on that damn turbo fan and letting the noise wash everything away.  Sleep kind of kicks ass.








Make It Without You
Andrew Belle
This is the starting of my greatest fear
i’m all packed up, getting out of here
but then you call and tell me not to go
that i’m the one who put the rock n roll
in your life
this is the starting of a brand new day
i never liked this town much anyway
i need this city like i need the rain
i know that somewhere there’s a north bound train
oh i’ll make it without you
and though my bodies laying here
it’s my mouth that must be lying now
this is the starting of my fall from grace
my self esteem, it’s seen better days
but you know i’ll never let this go to waste
i’ll keep this memory on the map i trace
back to home
my friends go out, but i’ve been staying in
i know i should but that’s the way it’s been
i never cared much for the taste of gin
i still don’t now, oh, but it’s been helpin
oh i’ll make it without you
in my life
oh i’ll make it without you
and though my bodies laying here
it’s my mouth that must be lying now

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