ain't talking, merely typing
ain't talking, merely typing; working my thoughts out loud
fruit medley is good juice...drinking less pop, more juice, more tea...saving the odd brew for the deserved moment; get thrashed when i deserve it. Can't wait til the school year ends. It's gonna be a big celebration, babe. I'm gonna be hanging off the ledge with an empty bottle in my hand and my head bobbling around staring up in the stars. God damn will I be free...
Visions of a Zeus dressed in a swan suit fuckin a blonde woman from behind. He could be sodomizing her.
2 dykes taught me how to financially survive in the art world. I thought I heard those women were singing the blues beneath their breath. I got enough blues. Thinking about my lower middle-class lifestyle is a bummer. I'm making movies to get away from that shit...to cannonball into the depths of my imagination, and share that with others who hope to do the same.
Dylan's singing "I want you...I want you...I want you sssooo bad"...that wild thin mercury sound banging into my eardrums. "I want you...I want you...yes I want you sssooo bad." So badly, babe. Blonde on Blonde is by far one of the greatest albums ever made, man. Leave me on a deserted island and I could survive with that one album. Rainy Day Women #12 & 35, Visions of Johanna, Stuck Inside of Mobile with The Memphis Blues Again, Just Like a Woman, 4th Time Around and on and on...his words, his imagery, man...it's wild, imaginative, it always gets me excited and inspired. How could it not make a poet out of you?
"....Aww, mama, could this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis Blues again?"
Songs like that, they're so cinematic. He sings these pictureshow narratives for verses, then bring it back home with the melody. Rarely does he do the verse-chorus-verse tradition. If you know music, then you know that this is a rare musicial gift. And that's what excites me when I hear Dylan. He's one of a fuckin kind, man.
Frankly, I prefer hearing Dylan's blues than Dylan's folky stuff. As much as he's renown for the folk stuff, I dig his ol' style slinky blues more.
Alright, new direction...how bout some sonic youth...
fruit medley is good juice...drinking less pop, more juice, more tea...saving the odd brew for the deserved moment; get thrashed when i deserve it. Can't wait til the school year ends. It's gonna be a big celebration, babe. I'm gonna be hanging off the ledge with an empty bottle in my hand and my head bobbling around staring up in the stars. God damn will I be free...
Visions of a Zeus dressed in a swan suit fuckin a blonde woman from behind. He could be sodomizing her.
2 dykes taught me how to financially survive in the art world. I thought I heard those women were singing the blues beneath their breath. I got enough blues. Thinking about my lower middle-class lifestyle is a bummer. I'm making movies to get away from that shit...to cannonball into the depths of my imagination, and share that with others who hope to do the same.
Dylan's singing "I want you...I want you...I want you sssooo bad"...that wild thin mercury sound banging into my eardrums. "I want you...I want you...yes I want you sssooo bad." So badly, babe. Blonde on Blonde is by far one of the greatest albums ever made, man. Leave me on a deserted island and I could survive with that one album. Rainy Day Women #12 & 35, Visions of Johanna, Stuck Inside of Mobile with The Memphis Blues Again, Just Like a Woman, 4th Time Around and on and on...his words, his imagery, man...it's wild, imaginative, it always gets me excited and inspired. How could it not make a poet out of you?
"....Aww, mama, could this really be the end?
To be stuck inside of Mobile
with the Memphis Blues again?"
Songs like that, they're so cinematic. He sings these pictureshow narratives for verses, then bring it back home with the melody. Rarely does he do the verse-chorus-verse tradition. If you know music, then you know that this is a rare musicial gift. And that's what excites me when I hear Dylan. He's one of a fuckin kind, man.
Frankly, I prefer hearing Dylan's blues than Dylan's folky stuff. As much as he's renown for the folk stuff, I dig his ol' style slinky blues more.
Alright, new direction...how bout some sonic youth...