*Get into orbit

*What a prankster

*Grab your whip and get in line

*Better (than) Sideways you Million Dollar Baby

*Um... Mr. Reaper... can you call back later?

*Friday's with Miss L

*Miss Lookatme on IM

*What a contrast

*This explains it all

*Into the darkness


1. I ask you to do one effing thing
2. Did you?
3. The socks betray him
4. There will be none of that
5. Leave notes in his shirt pocket
6. Trained in the gentle art
7. Put me in coach
8. Our species may, in fact, survive
9.Swarm Swarm
10.During the wooing
11.BUT not private enough
12.The bottomless appetite
13.The first time we forget
14.This is a nice litmus test
15.To get the ball rolling
16.She invited you back to her place for coffee
17.Mary Magdalene or Eva Braun
18.It will only smell and make you queasy


   Monday, April 11, 2005

wordsmiths

she loves words.... so last night I made a CD collecting tunes from my favorite wordsmiths. I will drop it in the mail to her when the post office opens. Picking the artists was easy. Tom Waits, Ani, Pumpkins, Radiohead, Maynard's Perfect Circle and Tool... Lennon/McCartney missed the cut because I could not pick one song to show their prowness. Dylan's there... so is Lovett. Because the songs are chosen for their words the music is very eclectic. A.J. Croce and Cake on the same CD... bellissimo.

The Tillman's made it. His words with her voice... I forgot about them until last night. Here... you blogging fools... feed on this:

Sun comes up, it's tuesday morning by the Cowboy Junkies

Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
hits me straight in the eye
guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me

I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
the sound of water splashing all over the bathroom,
the kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
but I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed

Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
maybe I'll add a little T.V. too

No milk! God, how I hate that
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?'
she says, `Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand'

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number
then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
and anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
than go through all that shit again

There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
and this spell won't be broken
by the sound of keys scraping in the lock

Maybe tonight it's a movie
with plenty of room for elbows and knees
a bag of popcorn all to myself,
black and white with a strong female lead
and if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave

Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
how strange these streets feel

when you're alone on them
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home
Seething inside

Funny, I'd never noticed
the sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again

Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
but there are some things that can never be forgiven
and I just gotta tell you
that I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed

(jesus, what a song)

there are 2 doodles

At 12:37 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

um wow. you need to get into bed earlier. :-)
Miss L

 
At 12:57 PM, Blogger hofzinser said...

;) believe it or not... it is when I woke up... and it is posting PST (add three hours)

 

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