the one-two step in life.
part One.) when walking down cement slabs in the bitter cold or mildewed-mold of late winters falling sleet, be sure to hide your tobacco-packed cylinders in etched silver cases deep in your pockets, because, lean members of the vegan scene might point and stare, but that somehow never deters them from boldly asking if they can, "bum a square".
i know i’ll hang onto gloved hands tightly because the drifter on the corner of congress let go of his and look at all the world left him. no one can travel on through dreams and dusks and blood-red-dawns for much longer then they leave the lights on in the kitchen at the house next to where beaubien meets coffee-house street (pound your feet, pound your feet) and even we cant sit on the stoop our whole lives and pound these beats while mom yells and tells us that she needs the grooves and carrots peeled so she can cook us dinner. her only wish is that we get, happy and healthy, not bitter and thinner like the flakeout scene-sters who "do it for fashion" and have no real passions other then accelerated passage from this life into the next as a result of broken hearts and one too many cigarettes consumed while walking in the rain.
the people who know me will say i am a hipster kid, but 'not like the rest'...i will accept this, just as long as i am never placed under the same classification above.
remember past is past and present is present, but both collide at some point in time...don't make choices presently, which will soon be your past and in that present you do not want to regret them.
part Two.) an essential element for your day: right click this LINK, save target as, open your preferred musical player, sip your coffee/tea/over priced flavored water and listen to the groove each morning of each day.
by doing so, your blues might just be shaking loose.
and if you crave more, you can click HERE.
this here, my friends, might just be the one-two step in life.
and just so i have not completely bored you with my rite...
hotel ponchatrain. a rarity, i guess you could say. ; ]
i know i’ll hang onto gloved hands tightly because the drifter on the corner of congress let go of his and look at all the world left him. no one can travel on through dreams and dusks and blood-red-dawns for much longer then they leave the lights on in the kitchen at the house next to where beaubien meets coffee-house street (pound your feet, pound your feet) and even we cant sit on the stoop our whole lives and pound these beats while mom yells and tells us that she needs the grooves and carrots peeled so she can cook us dinner. her only wish is that we get, happy and healthy, not bitter and thinner like the flakeout scene-sters who "do it for fashion" and have no real passions other then accelerated passage from this life into the next as a result of broken hearts and one too many cigarettes consumed while walking in the rain.
the people who know me will say i am a hipster kid, but 'not like the rest'...i will accept this, just as long as i am never placed under the same classification above.
remember past is past and present is present, but both collide at some point in time...don't make choices presently, which will soon be your past and in that present you do not want to regret them.
part Two.) an essential element for your day: right click this LINK, save target as, open your preferred musical player, sip your coffee/tea/over priced flavored water and listen to the groove each morning of each day.
by doing so, your blues might just be shaking loose.
and if you crave more, you can click HERE.
this here, my friends, might just be the one-two step in life.
and just so i have not completely bored you with my rite...
hotel ponchatrain. a rarity, i guess you could say. ; ]