In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
a new dictionary (verse three)
my punctuation's awkward
verbs and nouns just won't agree
my participle's dangling
somewhere below my knees
but me, I got the answer
I know just what to do
hey, baby
I got a preposition for you
I need a new dictionary
to find the words for our love
I need a new dictionary
to find the words for our love
'cause there ain't no words to describe
exactly what I'm thinking of
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
new dictionary (second verse)
some say love's an illusion
you never will forget
some say love's an excuse
for another cigarette
but let's talk in good english
and use fancy etiquette
you can be the subject
I'll be the predicate
I need a new dictionary
to find the words for our love
I need a new dictionary
to find the words for our love
'cause there's no way to describe
exactly what I'm thinking of
Monday, September 28, 2015
new dictionary
I need a new dictionary
to find the words for our love
I need a new dictionary
to find the words for our love
'cause there's no way to describe
exactly what I'm thinking of
some say love's an emotion
but we know that's absurd
if they knew what we're thinking
they'd be so disturbed
they'd pull out a thesaurus
look for a different word
but for us, love ain't a noun
it's a big ol' action verb
I need a new dictionary
to find the words for our love
I need a new dictionary
to find the words for our love
'cause there's no way to describe
exactly what I'm thinking of
Sunday, September 27, 2015
you can't delete my feelings for you
you can unfriend me on your facebook
cancel all my tweets
keep me on your myspace
'cause we're both obsolete
you can ignore my blog on tumblr
be a little more discreet
but you can't delete my feelings for you
Saturday, September 26, 2015
I fully intend to celebrate
So, Thursday...
Thursday? farmboy, you're way off. It's Saturday...
Oh, yeah, I know. Saturday, no work, sleep late, jerk off, all that Saturday stuff.
No, what I'm talking about is Thursday, October 1, the first day that we can buy weed legally in Oregon. I'm thinking of it as a holiday, personally. And I fully intend to celebrate.
I would think so, farmboy.
It's about fuckin' time, but we both know that. It is good to see the good guys win, though. Seems like it never happens, even though I'm sure it happens more than we'll give it credit for.
So, will you been buying on Thursday?
I sure hope so. It is the day after payday. Funny how things work out, huh?
Friday, September 25, 2015
quonset hut
steel on the ceiling
steel on the wall
steel as the carpet
when you're walking down the hall
put them all together
and you know what?
you got yourself
a quonset hut
Thursday, September 24, 2015
high school
this is a hard world
for the children who never fit in
for the ones picked last for basketball
and who feel ugly as sin
for the lonely and the lovesick
the math geeks and the fools
this is a hard hard world
when you're in high school
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