quiet and sleep

I have no words to say
no thoughts worth thinking
what I need is quiet
and sleep
and peace, sweet peace
to help me remember
why it's okay
to be alive

It's so exciting to be part of pop culture!

Man, let me tell you, I didn't have a busy weekend and it was fuckin' great. I smoked some weed that I had saved up for this weekend and played guitar and wrote. 'Course I also jerked off, but let's not talk about that.

Yes, let's. What are you doing tonight, farmboy?

Just hanging out, man. Debating whether to try to watch the conclusion of Breaking Bad tonight or save it till tomorrow. The whole fuckin' show ends tonight, man! It's so exciting to be part of pop culture!

A lot of people have been waiting for this episode.

It's been a great ride, man. My props to Vince Gilligan.

Then it's back to mundaneville with the day job and the money problems and the frustrations of being part of the working class.

But it's been a good weekend.

It's been a good weekend.

drift out to sea, rewrite one

the world keeps turning
fire still burns
and I will always wait
for your return
lost in a world
full of doubt and fear
you are the reason
that I'm still here

          take me to the ocean
          point me towards home
          back to a safety
          I have never known
          you sail the Pacific
          effortlessly
          as you 
          drift out to sea

goodbye old paint
my dark-eyed friend
my true compadre
to the very end
you are the one
I'll be missing most
chasing the waves
on a summer coast

          take me to the ocean
          to the town of my birth
          back to a safety
          for which I've always searched
          you sail the Pacific
          effortlessly
          as you 
          drift out to sea

as sailors trust the silver
in the stars above
I'll always know
the presence of your love

          take me to the ocean
          cast me with the wind
          back to a safety
          that has always been
          you sail the Pacific
          effortlessly
          as you 
          drift out to sea
          as you 
          drift out to sea

the world keeps turning
fire still burns

drift off to sea (fire still burns)

the world keeps turning
fire still burns
and I'm always waiting
for your return
lost in a childhood
of doubt and fear
you are the reason
that I'm still here

          take me down to the ocean
          point me towards home
          back to a safety
          I have never known
          I see you sail the Pacific
          effortlessly
          in my heart
          as you drift off to sea

goodbye old paint
my dark-eyed friend
my true compadre
to the very end
you are the one
I'll be missing most
chasing the waves
on a summer coast


          take me down to the ocean
          to the town of my birth
          back to a safety
          for which I've always searched
          I see you sail the Pacific
          effortlessly
          in my heart
          as you drift off to sea

as sailors trust the silver
in the stars above
I'll always know
the guidance of your love

          take me down to the ocean
          cast me towards the wind
          back to a safety
          that has always been
          I see you sail the Pacific
          effortlessly
          in my heart
          as you drift off to sea

          in my heart
          as you drift off to sea


the world keeps turning
fire still burns

This life thing, man

I'm tired, man. And impatient. I want Friday to appear now.

It's coming, farmboy. Tomorrow is Friday and you'll have time to rest.

It's about fuckin' time. This working five days a week just fuckin' sucks. And you can't complain because when you do everybody goes "At least you have a job."

Don't worry. I won't tell you that. You have a right to be dissatisfied if you're dissatisfied. 

Good. 'Cause I hate being lectured. I hate being told how I should feel. I hate being told "You can't feel that way." 'Cause I do feel that way, you know? I can't help it. Every second I spend doing something else is time I don't spend doing music.

I don't know, man. Seems like lately I'm just pissed off at everything. That's, like, all I ever do any more. It fuckin' sucks and it's not healthy.

Do you ever practice deep breathing? Do you try to control your thoughts, farmboy?

More and more I find I have to control them. Because my mind, man, my crazy fucked-up mind just tends to focus on shit that's just fuckin' unpleasant. Like, I woke up this morning and thought about a situation that happened a couple of years ago that was devastating. And I'm, like, why am I thinking about this shit?

So did you start thinking about something else?

I did, and I forgot about what I was thinking about until now. Which means now I have to think about something else again. Fuck.

Man, it's just all so fuckin' confusing. This life thing, man, I may never have it all figured out.

None of us do, farmboy. And those who think they do are sadly mistaken. In other words, you're just like everybody else.

Oh, boy. Now this world and the human race are in real trouble, man.

speechless

I am speechless
I am tired
I want to eat things made of sugar
I am anxious
I want Friday
I am ready for payday
I want marijuana
(the strong stuff
the zombie weed)
I want to sleep late
and have bacon and hash browns
for breakfast
I want a banjo that's not broken
I want someone
to pay my visa bill
I want to have
rough and rowdy sex
that lasts for days
with a girl from the country
who will teach me things
I want
I want
I want
to be someone else
I want
to be
what I really am

keep on trying 2

I am thinking
back to you and me
and how it seemed
so easy and free
but I guess it
wasn't meant to be
there's no guarantee
but to keep on trying