my girl

I don't need no money, fortune, or fame.
I've got all the riches baby one man can claim.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
With my girl.
I've even got the month of May
With my girl

call it a loan

In the morning when I closed my eyes
You were sleeping in paradise
And while the room was growing light
I was holding still with all my might

Oh--what if it's true
...What my heart says
Oh--what'll I do
What if this feeling becomes hard to part with

You were meant to play your part
In the design of a desperate heart
And while you gave your love to me
I was betting I was getting it free

Oh-- If I'd only known
...What your heart cost
Oh-- can we call it a loan
And a debt that I owe
On a bet that I lost

In the evening when you see my eyes
Looking back at you, no disguise
I'm not sure who you think you'll see
I'm just hoping you'll still know that it's me

Oh-- what if it's true
...Better ask the man inside
Oh, oh-- there seem to be two
One steals the love, and the other one hides.

Yeah-- can we call it a loan
Till I'm paid in full for the seeds I've sown
Yeah-- can we say that I've grown
In someway that we may have yet to be shown

Oh-- if I'd only known
...What your heart cost
Oh-- can we call it a loan
And a debt that I owe
On a bet that I lost

sad day

The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown
Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing seeds are sown
Your shape and form is dim but plain, there on our mountain bed
I see my life was brightest where you laughed and laid your head...

(there is no) sunken treasure

(not sure who posted this pic--but hope its ok...)
There's rows and rows of houses, with windows painted blue.
With the light from the t.v. running parallel to you.
But there is no sunken treasure, rumored to be.
Wrapped inside my ribs in a sea black with ink.
I am so out of tune with you, I am so out of tune with you.

If I had a mountain, I'd try to fold it over.
If I had a boat, you know I'd probably roll over.
And I leave it on the shore, I'd leave it for somebody.
Surely there's somebody who needs it more than me.
I am so out of tune with you, I am so out of tune with you.

All the leaves will burn and autumn fires then return.
All the fires we burn, all will return.
Music is my savior, and I was maimed by rock and roll.
***
Saw a great show last night in downtown Indy. Am hoping my good pal was able to capture it for me, since I missed the last 30 minutes of the show. Just one of those things. But taking someone to a show who does not enjoy the band (or has never heard their stuff) is almost as bad as dragging a kid to church when they don't understand what is going on and they have to be quiet and sit still for an hour.
So instead of fully enjoying the show (and my favorite band) I worry that the person is having a bad time, cannot get into the music and it takes away from the whole fucking thing.

I should have just bought one ticket.


So I have turned the corner and switched gears now. The summer of love is over.
It is time to focus on what is important and necessary for me to succeed in the months to come. My mind moves fairly quickly (as does my body) from topic to topic, thing to thing. I often get frustrated with those around me who are probably much healthier but think and move more slowly. In my head I am often thinking, "Come on. Keep up...you need to take speed to stay with me." So it goes.

I need to practice patience.

I have to understand that people have different standards and my expectations are high for myself and those who hang with me. I am easily disappointed. I am easily let down. And now is no exception.



Thanks Jeff T. for a great time and helping me think through this stuff with your lyrics. Sorry I had to bail on you.

airline to heaven

WILCO TOMORROW!