my mind off of you

I drink the Irish whiskey
I swallow the Old Crow
I straighten out a paper clip
and attempt to scrape a bowl
there's beer in the icebox
pour myself a bitter brew
but nothing is getting
my mind off of you

I took a couple pills
to see if I could fall asleep
cloneazepam and antivan
should put me in deep
I called my backstreet buddies
but there's nothing they can do
they're just in the way of getting 
my mind off of you

I am sinking
from too much thinking
I should be drinking
all my tragedies away

maybe tomorrow
all my blues will disappear
that ol' sun will be shining
and my head will be clear
but right now sleep is just a dream
that refuses to come true
there ain't no way of getting
my mind off of you
there ain't no way of getting 
my mind off of you

today my life is fucked

today my life is fucked
but that don't mean
it'll be fucked tomorrow
today my life 
is a cesspool 
overflowing
with misery and sorrow
I try to have a good attitude
but today it just ain't working, dude 
today my life is fucked
and there's nothing I can do

Well, today's fantasy

So, like, not to dwell on it, but today was not so great.

You sound so hopeful, farmboy.

You're kidding, right? No, I mean, it was a frustrating day at work and all, but I also know that it's not important enough to analyze too much. It's one of those fuckin' shitholes of a day that just don't add up to nothin', man. 

All I need to need is forget about it. Which won't be hard.

Think I'll just mosey over to my fantasy life.

What does that look like? Give me some details.

Well, today's fantasy is that I live on a farm and I have a dog and I can get up early and watch the sun rise up over the fields. I can drink a cup of coffee and write. I'd really like some space. This living in the city is okay but I just feel so fuckin' cramped in, you know?

So, anyway, that's it. My fantasy place where I can go and breathe.

Your name is very appropriate, farmboy.

That's me!

too many memories

I am the owner
of too many memories
they come to visit
like deadbeat relatives
who bring their sleeping bags
and stay for a while
a loooong while
I need a restraining order
I need to keep them
as far away as possible

Hopeful, you know?

Hey, want to hear some lines I wrote last night, man?

Sure. Shoot 'em at me, farmboy.

Okay, let me get these out.

(farmboy looks them over)

Man, I don't fuckin' know. This is so fuckin'...hopeful, you know?

Now I really want to hear what you've written, farmboy.

Here goes nothing, I guess.

          ain't no time to run and hide
          gonna make it to the other side
          got a dream that can't be denied
          I guess I'm on my way

That is hopeful, farmboy.

Now I just don't know if it's any good. Maybe I'll use it, maybe I won't. We'll see.

when love returns

she's bought all the books
she's tried all the new diets
if there's any way to change her looks
you can be damned sure she'll try it
she's counting every calorie
especially the ones she burns
she intends to be ready
when love returns

she's looking 
into new religions
to find one that applies
she's like a lost homing pigeon
stranded in unfriendly skies
she's thinking 
there's some lesson
that life wants her to learn
she's making no mistakes
when love returns

     everything's going 
     to be perfect this time
     she's going to be his
     funny valentine

all the brand-new fashions
she hopes someday to afford
to accelerate the passions
stubbornly unexplored
she looks in the bathroom mirror
thinking she has style to burn
she's going to look her finest
when love returns


     everything's going 
     to be perfect this time
     all the love songs will be sung
     all the poetry will rhyme

wait by the telephone
search the internet
looking for some answers
she hasn't found just yet
lighting every candle
praying someday love will burn
she's going to keep on hoping
when love returns
she'll keep her heart wide open
when love returns

fools like me

I got a wallet in the pocket of my britches
and inside is twenty dollars, cash
I got another twenty underneath my mattress
in the shoebox where I also hide my stash
and mom and pa don't know a thing about it
and that's the way I want it to be
I'm saving up for my very own tomorrow
where the future waits for fools like me