Not sure about today. I am euphorically happy about odd stuff. E will be gone from my mind shortly. I think he is very smart, he must know that I am not buying the "I can't figure out what you want" routine. Glena No likey dirty smutty joke, no likey penis, poop, body function, jail rape humor. Those that do, more power to you, but don't send that stuff to me. What is humor? I don't really know how to define that one, but for me it's things that are not cruel,are silly and poke fun at every day situations. Defining humor takes some of the mystery out of it. Making my son laugh is one of my favorite things.
Funny and Ironic. Mikey is cheating on Becky. Not a big surprise, but I was sure he couldn't get it up anymore. He has killed off his testosterone with alcohol. Plus the fact he never was very good in the sex department anyway. EVER. Women will tolerate a lot when they are young, but I hope as they get older they quit tolerating the lazy lovers. Hope he is sheathing that puppy, he is a walking virus we all know. Spreading the Cervical cancer for all. Married men that cheat. Very low on the food chain in my opinion. Well B, you wanted him, you got him, congratulations, I bet you are merely waiting him out to collect the house. How long can that bastard live anyway? Probably a good long while, my womanizing drinking Dad is 92 and still going strong last I heard. Surprisingly I have been surrounded by womenizing men my whole life, I can appreciate their dilemna from afar, but everybody gets old some day, and who can you turn to when you have screwed everyone? Just wondering.
Friday, February 05, 2010
The Tumbleweed Connection
This song is about the death of a soldier who is passing over to the other side. The lyrics were written by Bernie Taupin. Elton John sings it on the Tumbleweed Connection.
One of my favorite songs sung by Elton John.
One of my favorite songs sung by Elton John.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Bernie Wrote some Good Shit!
"Where To Now St. Peter?"
I took myself a blue canoe
And I floated like a leaf
Dazzling, dancing
Half enchanted
In my Merlin sleep
Crazy was the feeling
Restless were my eyes
Insane they took the paddles
My arms they paralyzed
So where to now St. Peter
If it's true I'm in your hands
I may not be a Christian
But I've done all one man can
I understand I'm on the road
Where all that was is gone
So where to now St. Peter
Show me which road I'm on
Which road I'm on
It took a sweet young foreign gun
This lazy life is short
Something for nothing always ending
With a bad report
Dirty was the daybreak
Sudden was the change
In such a silent place as this
Beyond the rifle range
I took myself a blue canoe
I took myself a blue canoe
And I floated like a leaf
Dazzling, dancing
Half enchanted
In my Merlin sleep
Crazy was the feeling
Restless were my eyes
Insane they took the paddles
My arms they paralyzed
So where to now St. Peter
If it's true I'm in your hands
I may not be a Christian
But I've done all one man can
I understand I'm on the road
Where all that was is gone
So where to now St. Peter
Show me which road I'm on
Which road I'm on
It took a sweet young foreign gun
This lazy life is short
Something for nothing always ending
With a bad report
Dirty was the daybreak
Sudden was the change
In such a silent place as this
Beyond the rifle range
I took myself a blue canoe
Name that Gawd Awful Smell
Now its mold. Keeping the house moist with the vaporizer has had its set back. I have decided that I don't feel good today. I really tried to feel good. Cough cough, and I can feel the acid creeping up my esophagus, and the nasty taste in my mouth. My clothes are getting too big, odd because I am still fat as butter. I was going to clean, instead I baked an egg-less chocolate cake and I can't keep out of it. Daine said it's too Chocolaty. So it will be left to me to eat it. I am going to dive back into my Mary Stewart book after I bitch. Daine put the Karaoke machine on today, and we sang some songs, before I tossed the machine into the trash. Stupid (*)&*&*#@))$!! thing never did work properly. My voice really sux. Daine assured me I can still sing, but I know I can't. The vocal cord dysfunction has stolen most of my sweet notes. IT matters dammit. Singing was one thing that was solely mine. Something I did that did not require great effort, something that came easy. Now it's gone too. Many dreams have died.
SIGH, I hear music, I open my mouth to sing, I know what sound is supposed to come out. Instead it sounds like a well worn violin string. Like the notes were there once, you can almost hear it through the strain, but it is not there. I hear Mother's voice somehow. I never thought she could sing, she said she did once. I never believed her... now... is this what I get? I have doubted the truth more then once and been proven wrong, but I want my notes back.
SIGH, I hear music, I open my mouth to sing, I know what sound is supposed to come out. Instead it sounds like a well worn violin string. Like the notes were there once, you can almost hear it through the strain, but it is not there. I hear Mother's voice somehow. I never thought she could sing, she said she did once. I never believed her... now... is this what I get? I have doubted the truth more then once and been proven wrong, but I want my notes back.
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