Santa Monica Blvd
I havnt slept in 48 hours. I have no money for pot or cigarettes or beer or coffee or gas or food. I have no money period. I havnt been stoned in two days. Im probably going to get evicted. I look like a crac whore. Ive lost a little too much weight a little too fast. My body hurts. Im getting sick. I dont have a plan. But I dont care. I dont care one mother fucking bit because I am in the best freaking mood this morning and nothing could shake that. Im poor but not desperate. Things will work out, they usually do. I will find a way to have everything I need and I wont have to worry about it. Its not that I get hand outs. I just find ways to be happy and the rest seems to follow.
Ive given up trying to predict the future. Trying to plan out whats going to happen because its a waste of time. I dont know whats going to happen tomorow and I really like that. I find security in the unknown. I know somethings. I know I will get to take a nap sometime today, I know he will call me when he wakes up today and he will call me tomorow. I know I will read something or write something and I will meet someone new. But that is all I care to know. I submerge myself into oblivion, I wish I could teach you how...
He says his name's William but I'm sure,
He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole
life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
before blowing and cursing them out
And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on
the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads
Otherwise the bar is ours,
The day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty
cars
The sun and the moon
Ive given up trying to predict the future. Trying to plan out whats going to happen because its a waste of time. I dont know whats going to happen tomorow and I really like that. I find security in the unknown. I know somethings. I know I will get to take a nap sometime today, I know he will call me when he wakes up today and he will call me tomorow. I know I will read something or write something and I will meet someone new. But that is all I care to know. I submerge myself into oblivion, I wish I could teach you how...
He says his name's William but I'm sure,
He's Bill or Billy or Mac or Buddy
And he's plain ugly to me
And I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole
life
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Datsuns and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me
I like a good beer buzz early in the morning
And Billy likes to peel the labels
From his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
before blowing and cursing them out
And he's watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on
the floor
And a happy couple enters the bar
Dangerously close to one another
The bartender looks up from his want ads
Otherwise the bar is ours,
The day and the night and the car wash too
The matches and the Buds and the clean and dirty
cars
The sun and the moon