I'm wanna write a song that Paul Simon would be proud of. A song that sounds like a full orchestra even when it's just played with an acoustic guitar. A song that sounds great even when it is played on a thirty dollar guitar. I admire Paul Simon for his songwriting ability. I also admire the fact that he has appeared on SNL more than 5 times.
Something really needs to happen in my life worth talkin about.
Next time you are in my presence, ask me to tell you about the guy on the bike that I saw down by quidi vidi lake the other day. There is no way I could explain it with words. I will have to act it out. My only regret was not charging my cell phone that day. If it wasn't dead, I would have taken a video. Youtube would have loved it.
I was just soaking my feet. If I had a deck I would have done it out there. Mike Williams and Paul Warford would have appreciated this. Now we just need to kick a hacky sack up on the roof and roll tape.
I want a drink and then I want another I'm getting tired of waiting on this winter If it's going to snow I wish it would start Instead of taking three months to break this heart
Woo-ooo, are you coming Woo-ooo, or are you going All I really want to know is which way the wind's blowing
I want to dream and then I want to wake up I want a break but I don�t want to break up I want a song I don�t want to have sing it I want your love right now, did you bring it? Did you bring it?
I got under your rolling thunder You're the lightning, the right thing, you got my number The weather's wicked this time of year Staring out the window, watching your tears Roll down the face of the earth Tears roll down the face of the earth Tears roll down the face of the earth I saw them with my own two blue eyes Two blue eyes Two blue eyes
True love is always complicated Free and easy is overrated My classic beauty, the west coast mystery, moved out east The rest is history
Woo-ooo, are you hiding Woo-ooo, or are you seeking All I really want to know is what your ruby lips are speaking
I got under your rolling thunder You're the lightning, the right thing, you got my number The weather's wicked this time of year Staring out the window, watching your tears Roll down the face of the earth Tears roll down the face of the earth I saw them with my own two blue eyes Tears roll down the face of the earth Woo-ooo, do you take love Woo-ooo, or do you leave love How come happiness is something you cannot conceive of?
I spent a couple of days this week in Bay Roberts at my parents place. I needed to recharge and to find myself a little bit. Y'all know what's going on. This morning me and dad go fishing. We go in past butlerville. Past first pond. Past second pond. Past third, fouth, fifth, 69th pond. We went way in. My Dad spoke like he knew where he was going. Boyd had told him about herringbone gully or something like that. He didn't know. I didn't care. There were very few ways for us to get lost. We drove over dirt road and wash-out for about 35 minutes. Finally we got to "the spot Boyd was talking about" I cast out twice and get my hook stuck on a stick in the water. I have to cut my line already. Cut the bullshit. If you have a grain of interest left you'll want to know if I caught anything. I did. 3 fishes. I threw them all back.. One of them was worth keeping but it had been such a long time since I was fishing last that I forgot what a good size mud trout was. They don't get that big. Dad figures were are gone far enough on this dirt road that if we keep going we will meet up on the old track and end up in Whitbourne. Of course this isn't the case. We drive and drive and eventually the road deteriorates into a bog. Fortunetly, it wasn't all lost. In this bog was two canadian geese and a half dozen of their goslings. I think it's the first time I have seen these in the wild... I didn't have a camera. I don't know if I wanted to take a picture anyways. It would be one of those pictures you would show people and they would say "Oh Wow" but not really give a shit. The internet has done that to people. If I want to look at a picture of a goose, google will hook me up. It took us over an hour to get back into civilization. During which I busted open a whole bottle of fly dope in my jacket.. Thank the baby Jesus for trucks and the open pans that they are known for.
I need a machine that I can hook up to my brain so people can see what I am thinking rather than go by what comes out of my mouth. Many of my greatest downfalls have occurred from misunderstanding.
I think too much.
I am slowly turning into my parents. Recently, I have found myself waking up very early in the morning and not wanting to go back to sleep and then wanting to take a nap after lunch. I have also started listening to CBC radio. I am getting sick of music. It's pretty bad when you have satellite radio in your car and you are sick of hearing the same music over and over again. It's for this reason that I think I should be a program director or one of the guys a record company has that discovers new talent. If I was one of those guys, In-flight Safety would be floating off the lips of Ryan Secrest and Rick Dees
Winning the lotto would rock right now.
I just seen this commercial on tv. Everyone knows the tune. The words are changed. Some executive wanted the word "scream" in the ad as much as possible i guess. They should have made suzie mcneil sound a little less ridiculous and wrote a whole new song for their bullshit ride. I bet it costs like 15 bucks and a two hour wait to get on that thing. It probably runs on old dolphins too.
I think I might have a folic acid deficiency. I have been aware of folic acid and its effects when you don't have enough. I think I may be lacking. I looked it up on wikipedia. Dr. Ray will hook me up with the documents for blood work. He'll write it up whilst killing virtual terrorists. Doctors have to multi-task. Baseball players should be able to do the same when doing their job. An old friend informed me that Rex Goudie was in New Harbour today. He is playing in Carbonear tomorrow and Saturday. I didn't care. Just like the rest of world. Give it another year and he'll be playing the Blue Whale.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
It seems a very important person has entered my life once again. A very nice letter was written. I cried a little bit. I am such a girl. The people that know me best know that I am a complete mamma's boy. I am kind of proud of that. She cooks very well. I have impressed many a girlfriend by taking them to my parent's place so that mom could show off her culinary excellence. She is also an interior decorator. You know this when you walk in my parent's house. She has a real knack for decorating houses for Christmas. It's the most wonderful time of the year you know.
Don Cherry has lost his mind you know. The shit he gets on with reminds me of when I worked the seniors homes there a few years ago. Specifically, the Alzheimer's ward. I am convinced he is suffering from it. That greatest Canadian shit they had a few years ago on CBC might have pushed him over the ego-edge as well... that old cocksucker.
I haven't posted any music that I found new and/or interesting lately (other than my covers entry that none of you gave a fuck about) so here is some shit for you tickle your taints with
