Archive for September, 2006

These Are The Best Times…

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

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Oh, how I miss you when you’re gone
The wild roses sing your song
I could never pretend that I
Don’t cherish every last look in your eyes

These are the best times
These are the best times
These are the best times in our lives

Whether here or in the cool blue Tokyo rain
You’d make my heart beat just the same

These are the best times
These are the best times
These are the best times in our lives

Right here where the lucky pearl diver dives
Where the broken hearted thrives
These are the best times in our lives

So aren’t you glad we really know
Two halves do really make a whole

These are the best times
These are the best times
These are the best times in our lives

These are the best times
So far….
These are the best times in our lives

Sure…

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

…the tournament, lost.

…met a guy named Dave

…Reminded me of stuff I’d rather forget.

…The fall sucks, hard.

…So does remembering it.

…He’s had hard times too

…So haven’t we all?

…George W. Bush is the worst president ever.

Meaningless

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

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Meaningless?
You mean it’s all been meaningless?
Every whisper and caress?
Yes yes yes, it was totally meaningless.

Meaning less?
Like when two fireflies fluoresce?
Just like everything I guess…
It was utterly meaningless.

Even less…
A little glimpse of nothingness…
Sucking meaning from the rest of this mess.
Yes yes yes, it was thoroughly meaningless.

And if some dim bulb should say…
We were in love in some way…
Kick all his teeth in for me…
And if you feel like keeping on kicking feel free.

Meaningless?
Who dares to say it wasn’t meaningless?
Shout from the rooftops and address the press
Ha ha ha, it was totally meaningless…

Meaningless?
Meaning less than a game of chess.
Just like your mother said and mother knows best.
I knew it all the time, but now I confess…

Yes yes yes, how deliciously meaningless?
Yes yes yes, effervescently meaningless?
Yes yes yes, it was beautifully meaningless?
Yes yes yes, it was profoundly meaningless?
Yes yes yes, definitively meaningless?
Yes yes yes, comprehensively meaningless?
Yes yes yes, magnificently meaningless?
Yes yes yes, how incredibly meaningless?
Yes yes yes, unprecedentedly meaningless?
Yes yes yes, how mind-blowingly meaningless?
Yes yes yes, unbelievably meaningless?
Yes yes yes, how infinitely meaningless?

7:52 am

Saturday, September 30th, 2006

Getting ready for a pool tournament.

Being up this early on Saturday is unheard of.

Drinking my second Miller Lite of the morning.

About to switch to coffee.

Going to be playing pool for about 12 hours.

Coffee seems like a good idea.

Gonna have a pocket full of ephedrine just in case.

If I play like I played last night, I should be in good shape.

This should be interesting.

Kim The Waitress

Friday, September 29th, 2006

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Pressed lips and slender hips turning in my head
Writing poems in the corner booth that I’d die if she read
Seeing her in but a silver cross lying on her bed

No one can save us, but Kim the waitress…
No one can save us, but Kim the waitress…
Nobody can save us, but Kim the waitress always turns me on

Sometimes she comes with coffee reaching over pouring
I’d like to gently pull her to me and kiss her with no warning
Or see her on some sunny summer Sunday morning

No one can save us, but Kim the waitress…
No one can save us, but Kim the waitress…
Nobody can save us, but Kim the waitress always turns me on

But she never come around anymore
And that bothers me (I’m unhappy)
It bothers me (I’m unhappy)
It bothers me (I’m unhappy)
Though I don’t stand a ghost of a chance with her
She’s pretty (and it bothers me)
So pretty (and it bothers me)
So pretty (and it bothers me)
And it bothers me (I’m unhappy)

‘Cause no one can save us, but Kim the waitress…
No one can save us, but Kim the waitress…
Nobody can save us, but Kim the waitress…
Always…
Turns me…
On

No one can save us

Selective Service

Friday, September 29th, 2006

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Beyond honky hearts
In the bengal lunch
Where distributors launch
A thoroughbred party
Madly they bite at the
Beauty of life
All forgiveness included
And fuckin’ shit that
Requires insight
Strenuous
Laborous
Don’t preach, reach!
You know God loves you when you try
Of the same blood that stirs
Making men mean
Wake up fresh
And take a rake
Give up the blues
Let’s build something less fake

Back by popular demand…

Friday, September 29th, 2006

Yeah…I’m full of shit. So sue me. Nice thing about having an SQL database as a back-end is that you can’t get rash and delete everything very easily. Although, some part of me still wishes I had.

Incidentally, my HUGE FUCKING PILE of vinyl finally arrived today. Consider me locked inside, drinking, and listening to vinyl until further notice.

If I feel like an asshole later (which is, in fact, quite likely) I’ll type up the list of awesome shit that came today.

Death By Poisoning

Sunday, September 24th, 2006

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Morning breaks; the first mistake
And you gaze into the Polaroid of pain
What’s the chance she’ll give you one more chance
When you know that none remain
All the wishing in the world won’t bring her back
How you miss your perfect girl but she wont come back
She won’t come back

Can’t erase that feline face
Or the little vampire teeth when she smiled
I must admit I sometimes wished
I was you for a while
All the wishing in the world…

You still recall, like it was yesterday
That first, trembling kiss in the night
As you recall those deadpan eyes
That said goodbye

Who was it told you “go on take a chance”
It was me; I was wrong
Who was it laid your love to rest
It’s been me all along
All the wishing in the world…

All the wishing in the world won’t bring her back
How you miss your perfect girl but she wont come back
She won’t come back