Woke up new

On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time,
I felt free.
And I felt lonely.
And I felt scared.
And I began to talk to myself almost immediately,
Not being used to being the only person there.
Hmm

The first time I made coffee for just myself,
I made too much of it.
But I drank it all,
Just 'cause you hate it when I let things go to waste.
And I wandered through the house, like a little boy lost at the mall.
And an astronaut could've seen the hunger in my eyes from space.

And I sang oh
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do without you?

On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time,
I was cold, so I put on a sweater.
And I turned up the heat.
And the walls began to close in
And I felt so sad and frightened,
I practically ran from the living room out into the street.

And the wind began to blow and all the trees began to bend.
And the world in it's cold way started coming alive.
And I stood there like a businessman waiting for a train.
And I got ready for the future to arrive.

And I sang oh
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?

What do I do without you?

Let's just listen to the rain roll in

"Rain Roll In" by Eilen Jewell
Sitting in my kitchen listening to the rain dancing on my conservatory roof and this song popped into my head. I first heard this on one of my Dad's friends annual compilation Cd's. "Rain Roll In" by Eilen Jewell has since then imprinted on me so much that whenever it rains, I have to play it.



There is only one constant in this old world,
That's nothing ever stays the same.
Someday my life will be over
and no on will remember my name;
But that's alright because what's in a name
and who needs another one to memorize anyway?
Make no fuss over my grave
Just plant something pretty and call it a day

Let's just listen to the rain roll in
I don't feel like we gotta do nothing
Years go by and before too long
Even the very last one is gone
.... the very last one is gone

No one ever said that it would always be good
And if they did they were just wrong
I've loved it all and I'll miss it when I'm gone
My life's been my art and I've told it in my song

Let's just listen to the rain roll in
I don't feel like we gotta do nothing
Years go by and before too long
Even the very last one is gone
.... the very last one is gone

The sun said Shine

I am the Ocean

I am the Ocean


World of Womad is where I danced
All shimmering and blue
The animals inside of me
jumped up, went down and swam through
some people even swam in me
It tickled and made me laugh

But now

I'm a green murky colour
It isn't much fun
I'm dark and gloomy and ever so lonely
No-one comes near me
So I don't laugh any more
I am deserted
The animals have gone replaced by litter
I am lifeless
In a deathly silence
I was the ocean
Now I am the dead sea

The Boyfriends.

I was going to the Yukon Lounge
I started hanging out with this girl there
She said her and husband had busted up
She said she wasn't used to drinking but I could tell she was
One night we drove to the Old Park Apartments
She lived on the third floor
It must have been around 4 A.M. when all our clothes dropped to the floor

The Boyfriends by Richmond Fontaine

So I'm heading off to the USA tomorrow to go to sunny California. Mid way through packing I realised I should definitely embellish the chance to finally finish On the road by Jack Kerouac, which got me thinking about this one particular song by Richmond Fontaine, hence it popping up here on my blog.

Keep coming back to here about my various escapes stateside and I'll try to post my day by day escapades!

Someday you'll fade away

Iv
been
living
like
a
captain of a ship thats crashing
i don’t need a damn thing
thanks for asking
your a whimsical
magical
mystical
tragic
physically
attractive
fix for my habit
got you dwelling in my head
heavily like a melody

Underwear Goes Inside the Pants

This homeless guy asked me for money the other day.
I was about to give it to him and then I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol.
And then I thought, that's what I'm going to use it on.
Why am I judging this poor bastard.
People love to judge homeless guys. Like if you give them money they're just going to waste it.
Well, he lives in a box, what do you want him to do? Save it up and buy a wall unit?
Take a little run to the store for a throw rug and a CD rack? He's homeless.
I walked behind this guy the other day.
A homeless guy asked him for money.
He looks right at the homeless guy and says why don't you go get a job you bum.
People always say that to homeless guys like it is so easy.
This homeless guy was wearing his underwear outside his pants.
Outside his pants. I'm guessing his resume isn't all up to date.
I'm predicting some problems during the interview process.
I'm pretty sure even McDonalds has a "underwear goes inside the pants" policy.
Not that they enforce it really strictly, but technically I'm sure it is on the books.

Lab Rats

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This ones called the well.

I could not work
So I threw a bottle into the woods
And then I felt bad
For the doe paw
And the rabbit paw
So I went looking for the pieces
Of the bottle that I threw
Because I couldn�t work

I went deep
Further than i could throw
And i came upon an old abandoned well
All boarded over
With a drip hanging from the bucket still

Well I watched that drip but it would not drop
I watched that drip but it would not drop
I knew what I had to do
Had to pull those boards off the well

When I got the boards off
I stared into the black black black
And you know I had to yell
Just to get my voice back

I guess everybody has their own thing
That they yell into a well

I gave it a coupla hoots
A hello
And a fuck all y�all

I guess everybody has their own thing
That they yell into a well

And as I stood like that
Staring into the black black black
I felt a cool wet kiss
On the back of my neck

Dang

I knew if I stood up
The drip would roll down my back
Into no man�s land

So I stayed like that
Staring into the black black black

Well they say black is all colours at once
So I gave it my red rage my yellow streak
The greenest parts of me
And my blues I knew just what I had to do

I had to turn around and go back
And let that drip roll down my back
And I felt so bad about that

But wouldn�t you know
When I turned to go
Another drip was forming
On the bottom of the bucket
And I felt so good about that