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Comment from: Another Cadaver [Visitor]
Sometimes it's both:

A man walks down the street,
He says, Why am I soft in the middle now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard!
I need a photo-opportunity,
I want a shot at redemption!
Don't want to end up a cartoon,
In a cartoon graveyard .....

Bonedigger, Bonedigger,
Dogs in the moonlight.
Far away, my well-lit door.
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly,
Get these mutts away from me!
You know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore ....

If you'll be my bodyguard,
I can be your long lost pal!
I can call you Betty,
And Betty, when you call me,
You can call me Al!

A man walks down the street,
He says, Why am I short of attention?
Got a short little span of attention,
And whoa, my nights are so long!
Where's my wife and family?
What if I die here?
Who'll be my role-model?
Now that my role-model is ....
Gone ...... gone,
He ducked back down the alley,
With some roly-poly, little bat-faced girl.
All along .... along ....
There were incidents and accidents,
There were hints and allegations .....

If you'll be my bodyguard,
I can be your long lost pal!
I can call you Betty,
And Betty, when you call me,
You can call me Al!
Call me Al ......

A man walks down the street,
It's a street in a strange world.
Maybe it's the Third World.
Maybe it's his first time around.
He doesn't speak the language,
He holds no currency.
He is a foreign man,
He is surrounded by the sound, sound ....
Cattle in the marketplace.
Scatterlings and orphanages.
He looks around, around .....
He sees angels in the architecture,
Spinning in infinity,
He says, Amen! and Hallelujah!

If you'll be my bodyguard,
I can be your long lost pal!
I can call you Betty,
And Betty, when you call me,
You can call me Al!
You can call me Al ......
02/16/06, a Thursday @ 15:52
Comment from: Billy [Member] · http://www.billylieurance.net
That's such a good song.
02/16/06, a Thursday @ 16:00
Comment from: Another Cadaver [Visitor]
Yup.

What about this one:

Climbing up on solsbury hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
I had to listen had no choice

I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart was going boom boom, boom
Son, he said, grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.

To keeping silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut

So I went from day to day
Tho’ my life was in a rut
’till I thought of what I’d say
Which connection I should cut

I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, he said, grab your things, I’ve come to take you home.
Yeah back home

When illusion spin her net
I’m never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free

Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me

Today I don’t need a replacement
I’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things, they’ve come to take me home.
02/17/06, a Friday @ 22:37
Comment from: doug [Visitor]
if you aren't gumby, then you should probably skip this post
(i don't know any other way to contact him)

you know,
i am not surprised that you decided to stick to your "guns"...
...and truly disappear...
eventhough the timing did take me by surprise.
(which i'm sure you intended)

honestly i'm jealous, because that was the flight that i had always planned (maybe it's why we got along so well)

also remember that it's hard to forsee how difficult anything can be...
...without first hand experience

either way, if you decide to come back and see us
(or just fucking contact me)
or whether you need to stay gone and start anew
i'll still be your friend and in your corner

and if the worst happens like... say... you have to come back.
you aren't wrong, you didn't fail,
i can say this without any hesitation,
bil1337 won't think any less of you.
what other opinion do you need?

i am proud of you and very happy for you
dammit... i love you boy

i just wish you would have given me a heads up so you could have met.... someone special to me

email me
douglas.middleton@gmail.com

-doug

i always planned to listen to this when i was making my exodus from this state. listen, and remember.

breeze still carries the sound
maybe i'll disappear
tracks will fade in the snow
you won't find me here

ice is starting to form
ending what had begun
i am locked in my head
with what i've done
i know you tried to rescue me
didn't let anyone get in
left with a trace of all that was
and all that could have been

please
take this
and run far away
far away from me
i am
tainted
the two of us
were never meant to be
all these
pieces
and promises and left behinds
if only i could see
in my
nothing
you meant everything
everything to me

gone fading everything
and all that could have been
could have been

please
take this
and run far away
far as you can see
i am
tainted
and happiness and peace of mind
were never meant for me
all these
pieces
and promises and left behinds
if only i could see
in my
nothing
you meant everything
everything to me

-reznor
02/20/06, a Monday @ 23:12

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