Annie's Back in Town

You lie awake at night
You remember when
Now that Annie's back in town
Well I know why you're drinking
I know your alibi
So don't make excuses
Those are tears in your eyes
And you're falling backIn love
AgainNow that Annie's back in town
Well it came down through the grapevine
It put your business on the street
I hear you've been hanging out till dawn
In some lunch room
Well you thought you've gotten over her
But that was till you found
That Annie's back in town
All the corner boys are all trouble-makers
And the sailors are all fools
Well it seems like some things round here
I guess they'll never change
Oh but it's always good for business
Guess we'll be seeing you around
Now that Annie's back in town

Over a Cigarette

I'm back
Juggling for a dollar
Sweatin'
There's a cockroach that I can't kill
Can't catch up
In the town where I live
I'm not fast
I like the wheat fields
Bron-Yr-Aur
They're everywhere
It's no matter to me
I love someone
Home is getting closer,
yet, the time between is grey
Dirty shoes, the smell of marijuana
I like that
I miss all of them
It seems that even if man is in the right place,
It can feel so wrong
I can do anything here
I can do anything anywhere else
Living slow is the key
Have a full day
A full life
I've not done anything
There has been so many moods
What about Art?
Such a word
If it's true, It's the only thing that hasn't been washed and dried
The only thing that hasn't been spit on by a fat king
It can't be
It's always going to be right in front of our lips
waiting for a whisper
I know what I have to do.

Moonshine

I wanna drink moonshine. Where do you get it? The name alone is enough to make you wanna grab a cigarette, a banjo, find a porch and get down to brown town. I'm gonna start off on a quest for moonshine and I hope you will be on the lookout along with me.

I was asked to write a biography for a local musician named Scott the Trumpet Player. I don't know if I have the chops, but I'm gonna try anyway. He wants me to make up a press kit for him, too. I think I have a little more motavation this time because he doesn't sing "everyday is a new day. I'm sick and tired of hearING people say..." You know what I mean.

PEACE OUT, BROTHAS AND SISTAS!

My insturmental world of addicts

The mandolin has been smoking pot
The speakers have a flat tire
The electric guitar is looking for a job
but it seems he can't get hired

The acoustic guitar is weezing
and the kapo is grumpy
The brass slide has a limp in his step
and harmonica A fights with harmonica C

whoever is writing this is lonely
and has nothing else to do
at least he's not as bad as his insturments
so Tom Waits, here's to you

In the wind

My Legs are a'stretchin'

I have this new sense of excitement now that Cocoa Puffs has decided to change back to their orginal box. At least somebody's gettin' old fashioned! Or maybe they changed it because they realized how many strokes and heart attacks american citizens over the age of 63 were experiencing due to the eight layered, headache inducing, sparkley, "I'll throw sand in your eyes if you don't look at this box" boxes they've had in the most rescent years.

Bob Dylan should write a song for me called "My Legs, they are a'stretchin." I've rescently taken up Yoga and it's a pain in my ass. (in a good way) I'm more limber, my back doesn't ache as much, and I even take better shits at better times. I also have these big slabs of muscle forming around my inner thighs. I'm not sure if that's a result of the yoga, or if it's because of the coat of muscle growth cream I keep on the inside of my pantlones...hmm?

Signing off, D-Bag

I Wish

I wish I didn't have to work tomorrow, had $10,000, was in college, had a brand new Fender Srat, may, I wish I might, was in better shape, had something to write about, had a car, and I wish my hair was 4 inches longer. Even though I wish for alot of things, I am happy with what and who I have.

LeAvE Me A CoMmEnT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!