hound dog wine

let me tell you 'bout this friend of mine
all day he drinks his hound dog wine
tastes like vinegar and turpentine
but he says it hits the spot
gets up on that stage all drunk
plays guitar post-rock post-pop post-punk
people scream "hey -- turn off that junk!"
but he still gives it all he's got

Desert island discs!

So I was thinking, man, that I should list the ten albums I would take to a desert island. I mean, all those rock critics do that, so I should. For history's sake, you know?

You could just do it for the fun of it, farmboy,

Yeah, I suppose so. But what fuckin' good is that? 

Well, farmboy, it would be fun.

Okay. I'm not gonna do them in order, okay? 

Grievous Angel by Gram Parsons
Nebraska by Bruce Springsteen
Graceland by Paul Simon
The Harder They Come by Jimmy Cliff and others (soundtrack)
Person Pitch by Panda Bear
Blue by Joni Mitchell
Time (The Revelator) by Gillian Welch
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot by Wilco
Famous Blue Raincoat by Jennifer Warnes (songs of Leonard Cohen)
Paradise and Lunch by Ry Cooder
Shoot Out the Lights by Richard and Linda Thompson

farmboy?

Yes?

You've got eleven albums on this top ten…

Yeah? So fuckin' sue me, asshole.

Anyway, that was much easier than I thought. I can think of even more. Maybe I should make a second list.

Which you can do if you want.

Maybe I will. That was fun, you were right.

the world, as we know it

the world,
as we know it,
is beautiful
as you can see
and the best thing
about the world
is that it revolves 
around me
all of you
are actors
on the stage I call
my life
hey!
it's time 
for the show
to begin…

talk about things

we talk about things we buy
a few white lies
an alibi
we talk about things we buy
for who we want to be
we talk about things we own
designer home
the latest phone
we talk about things we own
just like it's you and me
we talk about things

we talk about the cash we spend
we both pretend
there is no end
we talk about the cash we spend
like it proves our human worth
we talk about the cash we crave
to keep us safe
till we reach our graves
we talk about cold hard cash
like it's good ol' mother earth
we talk about

          what we drive and
          who we know
          and round and round and round
          we go
          where we'll stop
          nobody knows
          but at least we'll be in style

we talk about things we want
the latest haunt
a restaurant
we talk about what we want
and it's only common sense
we talk about things we need
no, it's not greed
(hey, pass the weed!)
we talk about things we need
and we need them
right now
in the present tense
we talk about things
we talk about things
we talk about things 

cooking for one

everyone present
no absences here
new semester has started
first day of the year
I know you're not ready
but class has begun
welcome, new student,
to cooking for one

when I do it

it might take me a minute
a couple hours
a few days
to figure out 
what I'm doing
but
when I do it
I will be ready
and I will do 
the best job possible

man in the moon, bridge

if you leave me
don't deceive me
I know where you been
and I got proof
hang up the telephone
baby, I know you're not home
the least that I deserve 
is the truth