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Mar 06, 2007 23:25

The alarm clock shows 630 am

Jimmy jazz starts playing

a smelly pants production

eyes open

title

door knock

frank gets up

Saturday morning

Opens the door

Men in Suits ask him something

He answers shaking his head

They move past him to look inside

He shrugs and lets ( Read more... )

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anonymous March 7 2007, 16:26:29 UTC
The police walked in for jimmy jazz

I said, he aint here, but he sure went past

Oh, youre looking for jimmy jazz

Sattamassagana for jimmy dread

Cut off his ears and chop off his head

Police came looking for jimmy jazz

So if youre gonna take a message cross this town

Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side

See it gets to jimmy jazz

Dont you bother me, not anymore

I cant take this tale, oh, no more

Its all around, jimmy jazz

J-a-zee zee j-a-zed zed

J-a-zed zed jimmy jazz

And then it sucks, he said, suck that!

So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother

And see what you found

But I guarantee that it aint your day

Chop! chop!

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anonymous March 10 2007, 05:31:41 UTC
There is a balance between two worlds
One with an arrow and a cross
Regardless of the balance, life has become cumbersome

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anonymous March 14 2007, 09:09:34 UTC

Son, she said, have I got a little story for you
What you thought was your daddy was nothin but a...
While you were sittin home alone at age thirteen
Your real daddy was dyin, sorry you didnt see him, but Im glad we talked...

Oh i, oh, Im still alive
Hey, i, i, oh, Im still alive
Hey i, oh, Im still alive
Hey...oh...

Oh, she walks slowly, across a young mans room
She said Im ready...for you
I cant remember anything to this very day
cept the look, the look...
Oh, you know where, now I cant see, I just stare...

I, Im still alive
Hey i, but, Im still alive
Hey i, boy, Im still alive
Hey i, i, i, Im still alive, yeah
Ooh yeah...yeah yeah yeah...oh...oh...

Is something wrong, she said
Well of course there is
Youre still alive, she said
Oh, and do I deserve to be
Is that the question
And if so...if so...who answers...who answers...

I, oh, Im still alive
Hey i, oh, Im still alive
Hey i, but, Im still alive
Yeah i, ooh, Im still alive
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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anonymous March 21 2007, 11:34:32 UTC
After one particular session where Dylan and others indulged in a substantial amount of alcohol, Dylan returned to his Malibu home with an old friend of Cohen's, a woman named Malka. According to a declaration by Sara Dylan's legal representative (publicly released in March of 1977), "On February 22nd...[Sara] came down to breakfast and found Dylan, the children, and a woman named Malka at the breakfast table. She said that it was then that Dylan struck her on the face and ordered her to leave." It's unclear how much of this statement is true, but any additional context or information was sealed by Judge Raffedie. (Judge Raffedie also sealed Dylan's response to his ex-wife's allegations; the order was given even before Dylan's response was ever filed.) The divorce was quickly settled, becoming final in June of 1977, with apparently little effort at reconciliation. Sara would receive initial custody of the children.

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