wait outside my window

wait outside my window
I will be out shortly
eighty dollars in my pocket
buys a quarter ounce
it'll last a little while
it'll be sure to make you smile
let me count my money
yep, that's the right amount

I got limes and coronas
a guitar and Irish coffee
kettle chips from south seattle
chicken fried from KFC
I'll be there in a minute
I can't wait to begin it
wait outside my window
be a pal to me

plant a seed (verse three)

boy and girl
love they do
like young lovers 
ought to do
they want a kid
a little baby
like Beyoncé
and her Jay-Z
to love a child
is what they need
plant a seed

A whatever-you-create thing

So I did go out yesterday to see my friends.

How was it, farmboy? Did you have fun?

It was good. It felt good to sit outside and discuss stuff and show each other what we're working on. It's changed from being a songwriter thing to a whatever-you-create thing. Which I like. Three people read poetry, one did a cover of a Neil Young tune…

Which one?

"Ohio."

I love that song.

Me too. She did it in this cool open tuning.

Another person showed these cool artistic-looking tea…cozies? I've never heard of them. But they were great, colorful and textured. I really respect and admire visual artists. I can't paint or draw a fuckin' thing.

But you write songs.

Yep, I write songs. And I played one yesterday called "Seems Like Yesterday." I'm still working on it. They liked it, though.

I think it's a really good thing to go out and see friends, farmboy.

Yeah, it is. I'm gonna have to do it more often now that I know I can.

seems like yesterday (an old man's childhood) (rewrite two)

seems like yesterday
we sang in the living room
it was Christmas eve
and the whole family was there
and my mother was still alive
and my father was still alive
and I hadn't learned to cry
for the ones who went before me

seems like yesterday
the sky was bluer then
we rode our bicycles
down by the railroad tracks
chimney smoke in winter air
warm in long underwear
no reason to be scared
we were all so safe 

why does time move forward
like the cruelest lion
lunging at its prey
razor-fast with every passing day

seems like yesterday
I was still somebody's son
a shy and simple boy
I thought it would never end
but nothing's what it seems
time rides on rocky streams
life is but a dream
and you are rowing

and that's all I have to say
hope I didn't overstay
guess I'll be on my way
seems like yesterday
seems like yesterday

I need to have experiences

Today's the last day of Spring break, and I'm supposed to go to my songwriter's group but I don't feel like it, I feel like staying home and smoking weed and wallowing in my own depression.

I think you should go out and see your friends, farmboy. You've been isolating yourself this week and that's not good…

Tell me about it.

Look, farmboy, it's in the afternoon, it's people who like you and you like them…

We like each other.

…It's musical and creative. You get dinner. You really should go.

I know. I should just fuckin' go. I need to have experiences.

You talked me into it, man. I'm going! 

Good for you, farmboy!

My last day of freedom. This better be good.

thoroughly wrong

the world's revolving
faster and faster
but I'm not moving at all
no, I'm standing still
on my own free will
fearing I'm going to fall
I open the window
look at people outside
and wish I could belong
thinking: maybe I'll go
and join them, but no
I've decided I'm thoroughly wrong

plant a seed (second verse)

out of bed
on your feet
in the car
down the street
ideas come
in words unsaid
like a light bulb
on top of your head
now it's time
to proceed
plant a seed