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"Another punk rock summer came and went ..."
*So knowing that I've let a ridiculous amount of entries/events slip by (including this whole summer),
I do want to post pics of tour from Clay's journal before I get back to regular updates...
and now the pressure’s coming down on you
beginning to think I’m wasting time
I’m sick of the things I do when I’m nervous
you said, you said, you said this time it’s gonna be different
hurry up and wait, don’t sleep late
it was so easy living day by day, out of touch with the rhythm and blues
I am dead and gone and lying in a church yard, still I push my barrow all the day
out of college, money spent, see no future, pay no rent, all the money’s gone nowhere to go ……
straw that broke the camel’s back.. . ……..
stay gold
I never give you my number, I only give you my situation
when you’re young, you get. … . . . …
so cheers to our rebel hearts
save me from ordinary, save me from myself
are you really that pure sir?
your parents were anxious, your cool was contagious
can’t stop listening
in bathrooms and bar rooms and dumpsters ……..?
ice cold winter sun(?)
He’s gonna crucify himself for the world’s sweet sweet sins
make friends with your eyelids drawn(?), some need a change
go and cut you hair
if he could write the headlines in the papers the very next day, it would read: violence works in mysterious ways
treading water (penelope?)
there are angels in your angles, there’s a low moon caught in your tangles
as four in the morning came on cold and boring we huddled close
I wanna go outside and let the sun hit the ground
my self aware style
catching mad stares, bass and snares
you took the suburbs out of me
I’m seeing things that used to be dreams
why do I start what I can’t finish
blame it all on the game
yes we can, yes we shall, yes we will
all the right skills
on we go drowning
an IOU
a nine to five
let ‘em know
dude
I’m only human with my cross to bear
I laughed myself to sleep
You broke like a laquered starfish
Your body may be gone, but I’ll carry you (?) in my head, in my heart, in my soul, and maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both live again, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t think so, well that is that and this is this
felt you leaving before you were gone (?)
just before summer begins
got a phone call from the Lord saying “boy go get a sweater right now”
promises, promises
and she dances fantastic with legs like elastic
stay awake (?) through summer like we own the heat
……….the time of our lives, well think twice, that’s my only advice
It’s hopeless, hopeless
just any other day
I was out of touch, but it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough, I just knew too much, does that make me crazy?
on the low where the cheese at
dropping crumbs and flying thumbs
now you’d better lace up those boots
with charisma and skill
our friend
with the pillow under my head
low life, your life, (?) we’re livin’ it up
all the best dj’s are saving the slowest songs for last
hours pass through me
like it’s R&B
I just know it
gone, gone, gone
she is such an artist
tomorrow comes a day too soon
John Henry
shredded by state lines
it’s finally happening
I don’t know what I want
go back to your home town, get your feet on the ground
there’s an ocean between where I am and where I want to be
In the room above my bed you know
twelve long months on the lam
through swollen eyes
it’s not a lover I want no more, it’s not heaven I’m pining for
it was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
I pass in a care buried under the influence
I do what I do and at least I'm alive
and it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
gotta go with my gut again
I was walking with a a ghost I said please, please don’t insist
My isolation, now there’s a sobering thought
remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning?
here’s a hand to lay on your open palm today
everybody knows that the devil started rock and roll, so get down, woah -oh, woah -oh
one thing’s for sure this is no standard life
this life will always be worth living
what would you do with no cell phone, no pager, no kinkos
get your motor running, head out on the highway
no they’ll never catch me now
Baltimore
I’m still here, right here
….bringing on our darkest days
Love is the motive, that’s why I’m killin' em
rip this page from the history books, ……back into the ocean
see all that attitude’s unnecessary dude
with my memories and photographs I have learned to love the lie
heave at the drain
we can’t believe that we’ve ever been safe
last night she said
close my eyes and I’ll be dreaming away
the next door neighbor working hard at trying to stay sober
your grandsons they won’t understand
in the pool halls the hustlers and the losers
my windows look into your bathroom
trendy New York underground fashion magazine
white frame building
portfolio
you gotta love every hour, you must appreciate
when they come around somehow they feel up and you feel down
I wanna look up look up
well Luke my friend he’s waiting on the judgment day
and I’m sorry that it took me so long to find the words
month of May
cordon bleu
in our summer skin
luminate the no’s on their vacancy sign
But I call and I call and I call
everybody must give something back for something they get
extras get on the set
from a railroad (rural)? Town
I’ll show you something but I’ll not tell you why
as memory serves I’m addicted to words and names less
*So knowing that I've let a ridiculous amount of entries/events slip by (including this whole summer),
I do want to post pics of tour from Clay's journal before I get back to regular updates...
and now the pressure’s coming down on you
beginning to think I’m wasting time
I’m sick of the things I do when I’m nervous
you said, you said, you said this time it’s gonna be different
hurry up and wait, don’t sleep late
it was so easy living day by day, out of touch with the rhythm and blues
I am dead and gone and lying in a church yard, still I push my barrow all the day
out of college, money spent, see no future, pay no rent, all the money’s gone nowhere to go ……
straw that broke the camel’s back.. . ……..
stay gold
I never give you my number, I only give you my situation
when you’re young, you get. … . . . …
so cheers to our rebel hearts
save me from ordinary, save me from myself
are you really that pure sir?
your parents were anxious, your cool was contagious
can’t stop listening
in bathrooms and bar rooms and dumpsters ……..?
ice cold winter sun(?)
He’s gonna crucify himself for the world’s sweet sweet sins
make friends with your eyelids drawn(?), some need a change
go and cut you hair
if he could write the headlines in the papers the very next day, it would read: violence works in mysterious ways
treading water (penelope?)
there are angels in your angles, there’s a low moon caught in your tangles
as four in the morning came on cold and boring we huddled close
I wanna go outside and let the sun hit the ground
my self aware style
catching mad stares, bass and snares
you took the suburbs out of me
I’m seeing things that used to be dreams
why do I start what I can’t finish
blame it all on the game
yes we can, yes we shall, yes we will
all the right skills
on we go drowning
an IOU
a nine to five
let ‘em know
dude
I’m only human with my cross to bear
I laughed myself to sleep
You broke like a laquered starfish
Your body may be gone, but I’ll carry you (?) in my head, in my heart, in my soul, and maybe we’ll get lucky and we’ll both live again, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t think so, well that is that and this is this
felt you leaving before you were gone (?)
just before summer begins
got a phone call from the Lord saying “boy go get a sweater right now”
promises, promises
and she dances fantastic with legs like elastic
stay awake (?) through summer like we own the heat
……….the time of our lives, well think twice, that’s my only advice
It’s hopeless, hopeless
just any other day
I was out of touch, but it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough, I just knew too much, does that make me crazy?
on the low where the cheese at
dropping crumbs and flying thumbs
now you’d better lace up those boots
with charisma and skill
our friend
with the pillow under my head
low life, your life, (?) we’re livin’ it up
all the best dj’s are saving the slowest songs for last
hours pass through me
like it’s R&B
I just know it
gone, gone, gone
she is such an artist
tomorrow comes a day too soon
John Henry
shredded by state lines
it’s finally happening
I don’t know what I want
go back to your home town, get your feet on the ground
there’s an ocean between where I am and where I want to be
In the room above my bed you know
twelve long months on the lam
through swollen eyes
it’s not a lover I want no more, it’s not heaven I’m pining for
it was a teenage wedding and the old folks wished them well
I pass in a care buried under the influence
I do what I do and at least I'm alive
and it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
gotta go with my gut again
I was walking with a a ghost I said please, please don’t insist
My isolation, now there’s a sobering thought
remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning?
here’s a hand to lay on your open palm today
everybody knows that the devil started rock and roll, so get down, woah -oh, woah -oh
one thing’s for sure this is no standard life
this life will always be worth living
what would you do with no cell phone, no pager, no kinkos
get your motor running, head out on the highway
no they’ll never catch me now
Baltimore
I’m still here, right here
….bringing on our darkest days
Love is the motive, that’s why I’m killin' em
rip this page from the history books, ……back into the ocean
see all that attitude’s unnecessary dude
with my memories and photographs I have learned to love the lie
heave at the drain
we can’t believe that we’ve ever been safe
last night she said
close my eyes and I’ll be dreaming away
the next door neighbor working hard at trying to stay sober
your grandsons they won’t understand
in the pool halls the hustlers and the losers
my windows look into your bathroom
trendy New York underground fashion magazine
white frame building
portfolio
you gotta love every hour, you must appreciate
when they come around somehow they feel up and you feel down
I wanna look up look up
well Luke my friend he’s waiting on the judgment day
and I’m sorry that it took me so long to find the words
month of May
cordon bleu
in our summer skin
luminate the no’s on their vacancy sign
But I call and I call and I call
everybody must give something back for something they get
extras get on the set
from a railroad (rural)? Town
I’ll show you something but I’ll not tell you why
as memory serves I’m addicted to words and names less