Month: August 2004







  • If I Had A Boat


    by Lyle Lovett






    If I had a boat
    
I’d go out on the ocean
    
And if I had a pony
    
I’d ride him on my boat
    
And we could all together
    
Go out on the ocean
    
I said me upon my pony on my boat
    

    If I were Roy Rogers
    
I’d sure enough be single
    
I couldn’t bring myself to marrying  no Dale
    
It’d just be me and trigger
    
We’d go riding through them movies
    
Then we’d buy a boat and on the sea we’d sail
    

    And if I had a boat
    
I’d go out on the ocean
    
And if I had a pony
    
I’d ride him on my boat
    
And we could all together
    
Go out on the ocean
    
I said me upon my pony on my boat
    

    The mystery masked man was smart
    
He got himself a Tonto
    
‘Cause Tonto did the dirty work for free
    
But Tonto he was smarter
    
And one day said kemo sabe
    
Kiss my ass I bought a boat
    
I’m going out to sea
    

    And if I had a boat
    
I’d go out on the ocean
    
And if I had a pony
    
I’d ride him on my boat
    
And we could all together
    
Go out on the ocean
    
I said me upon my pony on my boat
    

    And if I were like lightning
    
I wouldn’t need no sneakers
    
I’d come and go wherever I would please
    
And I’d scare ‘em by the shade tree
    
And I’d scare ‘em by the light pole
    
But I would not scare my pony on my boat out on the sea
    

    And if I had a boat
    
I’d go out on the ocean
    
And if I had a pony
    
I’d ride him on my boat
    
And we could all together
    
Go out on the ocean
    
I said me upon my pony on my boat
    
I said me upon my pony on my boat
    ****************************************
    I think I’ll take a ferry ride sometime soon… leave my pony home though.

    I rather think I need to be alone out in nature for a bit.  that’s not something I can manage at the moment, but maybe later when the chicks are off with the prince of darkness.


    where would I be if I wasn’t here
    if I found the up when down by fear
    where once I always never hear
    the answer ringing in my ear


     

  • Don’t pamper your vomit.
    …     Very_Modern

  • SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE
    SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE
    SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE…


    today in my chart, due to transitting moon and pluto, I have a complete  circle of sextiles.  fucking freaky.  I have no idea what this means, but it sure oughta feel better than it does.


    the moon is opposing my neptune and transitting neptune is square my midheaven, and I have no idea what’s real.  and I’m feeling a deep urge (moon) to escape through substance or daydream (neptune).  I’m resisting due to transitting saturn forming a grand trine to my neptune and natal saturn.


    and I feel like I’m on the edge of something huge…
    like something’s standing behind me about to swallow me up like jonah.
    AND IT’S PROLLY A BIG FUCKING ILLUSION.
    pish.


    and my scorpio mars says, “fuck you, motherfucker,”
    or, as the rooster (David Sedaris’ brother) would say:
    when shit gets you down, just say ‘fuck it’ and go eat yourself some motherfucking candy.


    (amy sedaris) 


     


    and so there’s my jupiter (expanding) conjunct pluto (ass)

  • *************************************tonight


    under stars of infinite hope
    the shroud of disconnection lifted
    soul, the candle;flesh,the lamp
    the dream through evanescence sifted



    I stand alone on the edge of a realization
    digging my toes into the past-present-future
    lives whose tendrils still twine with mine
    in sands of memories yet to be


    wherever tomorrow lies
    it will take care of itself
    love awaits
    maybe somewhere under the same sky
    maybe now
    or maybe then
    or quite possibly long ago


    like light from a star
    hope and love go forth in all directions
    and wherever one stands is the center
    perhaps my love will be seen
    after I expire


    my beacon to the watching night
    a lighthouse to the open sky
    here I stand apon this earth
    that I may wake until I die
    here is where I choose my battles
    all that I am is all I give
    sending out my subtle oath:
    I live
    I live
    I live


    …satori


  • So,
    we went to see Harry, ajustb and I… 
    I sat in the hotel bar waiting for her, sipping tequila and working on charts (formerprincess and thane’s to be exact).  I kept turning around to watch golf on the tv.  it was as much pretense as anything else, since I felt rather pretentious sitting there with my ruler mapping out transits.  …trying to visually fit in, as it were, even though I really don’t.  I guess it didn’t help that I was wearing a huge straw gardening hat.  I could have taken it off but then there’d have been no where to put it.


    I walked into the lobby just as she was walking through the doors.  blah blah blah, yatta yatta… we walked from the hotel to the park on a really nifty trail.  we were passed by a couple on matching bikes.  he was talking on a cell phone… and while I really found that funny, who the hell cares?  like I don’t talk on my cell phone?  whatever…


    we got there after it started, which was fine.  neither of us could believe how incredibly pod-peopleish it was.  the  crowd had no energy whatsoever and apparently Harry had just woken up (he said as much).  the music was great, of course, but we wandered a lot.  one of the beer garden gaurds detained me to discuss my tattoo.  then we stalked some guy with a laptop.  I continually embarrassed alex by loudly making comments.  “hey, do you mind if I xanga on that for a minute?”  heh.  he’d walk away and we’d follow.  then we’d walk away and he’d follow.  it was fun.


    the only time the crowd ever woke up was at the very end.  the encore was great.  we walked back with the orange moon.  gorgeous.  in all, a fab time, well, except for the three fly bites I suffered.  I didn’t notice them at first, but the next day they became incredibly painful, swelled to gargantuan proportions, and burst, killing several innocent bystanders by virtue of their pure putrescence.  sort of.  anyway, they’re kind of better now and I think I owe alex an email.


    LOVE YOU BABY!  sorry I’m such a flake!



  • lyrics RED HOT CHILIS
    saw your face
    Elegant and tired
    Cut up from the chase
    Still I so admired
    Bloodshot your smile
    Delicate and wild
    Give me she-wolf style
    Rip right through me

    silveretta the jets of a lifetime
    Go and get her I’ve got her on my mind
    Nothing better the feeling is so fine
    Simply put I saw your love stream flow

    Come on baby cause there’s no name for
    Give it up and I got what I came for
    Universally speaking
    I take it back and you make me nervous
    Nothing better than love and service
    Universally speaking,
    I win in the long run

    I saw your crime
    Dying to get high
    Two of a kind
    Beats all hands tonight

    silveretta the jets of a lifetime
    Go and get her I’ve got her on my mind
    Nothing better the feeling is so fine
    Simply put I saw your love stream flow

    Come on baby cause there’s no name for
    Give it up and I got what I came for
    Universally speaking
    I take it back and you make me nervous
    Nothing better than love and service
    Universally speaking,
    I win in the long run

    silveretta the jets of a lifetime
    Go and get her I’ve got her on my mind
    Nothing better the feeling is so fine
    Simply put I saw your love stream flow


     

  • breakfast the morning after seeing harry connick jr. at marymoor:



    …darling highdesertlola




    …radiant, if unconvinced, ajustb


    and here’s muh boy:



    it IS after midnight, so, well, he’s a little off.



    like his new earrings?


     

  • pretty hard to write
    and sing at the same time
    if the words in your mouth
    are not the words in your heart
    but then
    that’s often a problem
    for me


     

  • crying late into the night
    when no one really knows
    it’s not like they would understand
    these self-indulgent flows
    I’m not crying for their daddy
    I’m not crying cause he’s bad
    I’m not crying cause I gone and lost
    some future that I had
    I’m crying just because
    I need to drain my sorry head

  • walking down my mind
    I come across some stray thoughts
    maybe they were mine once
    feral now
    and I think, wow
    that’s why we build fences
    being alone is a skill
    well, being alone not crazy
    is a skill
    all these thoughts
    that used to be a monologue
    that had at least a chance of being heard
    they roll around up there until
    I start having a genuine conversation
    with myself
    and I am sore afraid