Jesus send me money

Jesus send me money
I'm in trouble again
you know, of all the gods
you're my favorite god
and I think of you as my friend

so fuckin' tired

I'm so fuckin' tired
I just want to lie down
but I can't
'cause there's so much work to do
I got lots of chores
that can't be ignored
and how to do them
I ain't got a clue

I'm so fuckin' tired
I want to go to bed
but I can't
'cause the sun is still shining
I'm screaming so loud
as I search every cloud
looking for my 
silver lining

          let me rest
          all I need
          is one good night's sleep
          I'll be better off in the morning 
          let me rest
          I will try
          to get a little shut-eye
          please excuse the heavy snoring

I'm so fuckin' tired
I need some slowing down
but I can't
'cause my schedule won't allow
I try and I try
and I ask myself why
but the fact is
I don't know how
I don't fuckin' know how

all these changes

all these changes
my mind does not know
how to process this data
of where the hell to go
I don't know
I don't know
don't ask me
I don't know

am I still sleeping?
just what am I allowed?
my mind's up there
somewhere in the clouds
but I don't know
I don't know
look out below
I don't know

I want all of you
to stay the same
I'm so fuckin' scared
nothing will change
man, I don't know
I don't know
give me some clue, friend
I don't know

old man sitting
on the porch
in a swing
playing guitar
like he's got a right to sing
I don't know
I don't know
don't you be jivin' me, see
I don't know
I just don't know

This making-an-album thing

This is all so fuckin' weird, man, this making-an-album thing. I've kinda let go of the creative control and letting it go where it needs to go. I mean, I should be scared shitless. And in a way I am. But not really. I feel like I should be doubting myself. But I'm trying to reach past that stuff. I know what needs to be done and I just need to do it. I'm glad that the CD release show is soon, July 19. I go back into the studio on Thursday.

I've been taking all of this on faith, I mean all the financial stuff. I still don't know how I'm gonna pay for the manufacturing. But II've got this idea of what this album can be and I'm happy with that. As a fuckin' artist, I mean. I'm sorta thrilled.

You sound hopeful, farmboy. That's great.

Yeah, it is. I'm trying it on. It's kinda new for me.

Spanish

sometimes I miss the sounds of Spanish
(though English is my native tongue)
maybe it reminds me
of the world when I was young
my mom and my aunts and my nina
would chirp like mama birds
talking 60 miles a minute
with a whirlwind of words

I bet plunge ain't really a word

Hey, man, did I tell you what I did?

No, farmboy. what did you do?

I fixed the shower drain all by myself.

Do tell…

Hey, you don't have to be some kind of smart-ass about it.

I'm just joking with you, farmboy. How did you fix the shower drain? What's that stuff called? The chemical stuff?

Drano?

Drano! That's it!

So back to my adventure…

Yes, back to your adventure…

Well, man, I didn't use no fuckin' Drano, I tell you what. I use the more environment-friendly old-fashioned remedy of pouring some baking soda down the drain, followed by a half-cup or so of vinegar. I let it sit for a while -- it gets all foamy, man, it's so fuckin' cool -- then I get the plunger and I…

Plunge?

Yeah, that's what I do, plunge. Gimme a fuckin' break, man. I bet plunge ain't really a word.

Anyway, then all this gross goop comes out and you just get rid of it and…voila! A plunged shower drain! A work of beauty, if I say so myself.

(quietly)  And you do say so…

Hey! I heard that! 

Seriously, farmboy. Congratulations on your new-found independence and self-reliance.

You're putting me on, man…

No, I'm serious. Every little step you make is amazing. Remember that, farmboy.

Jeez, man, you sound like a fuckin' greeting card.

Answer this, farmboy: Did unclogging the drain make you feel good?

Uh, yeah, man. I had this feeling of accomplishment, and that's cool.

So, man,what's the fuckin' point of this whole conversation?

There's no point, farmboy. I just thought all of this might be something to think about.

Yeah, yeah. All I know is that I can shower without having my feet trudging in dirty bathwater.

Trudge! 

Yeah. Now, there's an interesting word for you.

choking on gatorade

I have no reason to hope
but I hope anyway
I'm not sure if it's
a blessing or a curse
I been smoking too much dope
and choking on gatorade
but I always know
it could be worse