Trouble at the office, troubled at the bank
I put my hands against the tree line
I know it’s real but it still feels fake
The last thing I remember from that world
Was a drum take clicked out on the tape too slow

Oh what a life we give
Toward obsessions and curled toes
And the death line that’s running
Through our friends as well as foes
And the tree line looks over like a bending ghost
As I go down this road of the bored and boring

No one saw it coming, everyone was shocked
So I bummed my roommate’s helmet
And keep a tight grip on my bike lock
Take the side streets, keep my eyes clocked
Oh, it only takes a second to pass

I’ve had some really nice people
Say some really smart things to me
I’ve had really good people
Bummed out here in this bed next to me

So I sing my life in circles
Through these outrages and I
Have had some really nice people
Have to tell me goodbye
So I give a wish to a nickel, close my eyes and
let it fly and try to stay positive.

Kind of Like Spitting – Share the Road

every time i hear this song i think of a friend who doesn’t even know this blog exists.

the living bubba – the drive by truckers.
I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
wonder how I ended up like this
I wonder why things happen like they do
but I don’t wonder long cuz I got a show to do

I’m sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T.
Broke at my bank cuz that shit ain’t free
but I’m here to stay (at least another week or two)
I can’t die now cuz I got another show to do

Don’t give me no pity don’t give me no grief
Wit till I die for sympathy
Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two
I can’t die now cuz I got another show to do

Don’t give me no preachin’ no self servin’
I ain’t no angel but nobody’s deserving
I can dance on my own grave, Thank You!
but I can’t die now cuz I got another show…

Some people keep saying I can’t last long
but I got my bands I got my songs,
liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along
and I’m drunk and stubborn as they come
chain smoking, guitar picking, til I’m gone

I ain’t got no political agenda
Ain’t got no message for the youth of America
‘cept “Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw”
and come see me next Friday cuz I got another show…

Some people stop living long before they die
Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
but I keep living just to bend that note in two
and I can’t die now cuz I got another show…

slither out of the butcher bars
of slobber and clenching fists
sputter through the sewers of commerce
where we can vomit and piss

there’s grand gestures and high fives and slurs
as the faces contort under the eyelit strobe
laughter rings out like acid on the ears
and all the blood and guts are exposed

bear witness to the accident
all the failures and our good intents
the scum and the sludge
and the ever breathing mud of this slow demise

and the core kids they’re all getting high on
kitten screams and dirty hair
froth in the mouth for the sex and fools good
of falsified despair

the baby boomer ex hippies and their overprivileged spawn
have rallied for complaints
too afraid to use bullets or fire
on the sidelines armed with cheap cords and paint

bear witness to the accident
all the failures and our good intents
the scum and the sludge
and the ever breathing mud of this slow demise

i was hungover in a massachusetts diner
where pillers of status took their vow
some ape sitting next to me
with soup in his beard was yelling
‘look at all those fuckers now’

maybe there is no progress only
the promise of our impending doom
so the last of hope wilts
and we’re all numb to the bone
we can sing together
“it will all be over soon”

bear witness to the accident
all the failures and our good intents
the scum and the sludge
and the ever breathing mud of this slow demise

play your part in the experiment
meaningless are all our sentiments
the scum and the sludge
and the ever breathing mud of this slow demise

sorry – no accompanying youtube video. this album is really really good, though, and you should check it out. Hanalei – parts and accessories.

Broke my heart to leave the city
I mean it broke what wasn’t broken in there already
Thought of all my great reasons for leaving
Now I can’t think of any
I’s true it was a hard time that I’ve come through
It’s made me thankful for the blues

Half my life spent on a highway
Half my life I didn’t choose
And I have seen the North Star
Shining in the freight yard
And I knew it was a hard time that it’d come through
It’s made him thankful for the blues

It broke my heart to know you waited
I had so many things to do
It’s true as far as a lot of stuff
You could have had a little better luck
You just called and just hung it up
One of us has had enough

It’s true as far as a lot of stuff
You could have had a little better luck
You just called and just hung it up
Baby both of us have had enough

They’re tearing up streets again,
they’re building a new hotel.
The mayor is out killing kids,
to keep taxes down.

And me and my anger sit,
folding a paper bird,
letting the curtains turn
to beating wings.

Wish I had a socket set,
to dismantle this morning,
just one pair of clean socks,
and a photo of you.

When you get off work tonight,
meet me at the construction site,
and we’ll write some notes to tape
to the heavy machines.

Like “We hope they treat you well.”
“Hope you don’t work too hard.”
“We hope you get to be
happy sometimes.”

And bring you swiss army knife,
and a bottle of something,
and I’ll bring some spray paint,
and a new deck of cards

Hey, I found the safest place,
to keep all our tenderness,
keep all those bad ideas,
keep all our hope.
It’s here in the smallest bones,
the feet and the inner ear.
It’s such an enormous thing,
to walk and to listen.

And I’d like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing,
in a room near a truck stop,
on a highway somewhere.

You are a radio,
you are an open door.
I am a faulty string,
of blue Christmas lights.

You swim through frequencies,
you let that stranger in,
as I’m blinking off and on
and off again.

And we’ve got a lot of time,
or maybe we don’t,
but I’d to think so,
so let me pretend,

Well, these are my favorite chords,
I know you like them too.
when I get a new guitar,
you could have this one.

And sing me a lullaby,
sing me the alphabet,
sing me a story I
haven’t heard yet.

Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan
From the roof of a friend’s I watched an empire ending
Heard it loud and long the river’s Om
Time marching on to a madman’s drum

Don’t forget what you’ve learned all you give is returned
And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter
And a season to sleep and a place to get clean
Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one’s expecting
On a detox walk through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk
Someone wrote in red, “start over”
So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach
Full of fever dreams that scare you sober
Into saltless dinners

Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance
Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded
Of a millstone house in a seaside town
When your heart gave out in a mission bed
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge
You woke up purged as a wailing infant
In Krug Thep, Thailand

Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow

When I heard the news
My heart fell on the floor
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore
In these troubled times its hard enough as it is
My soul has known a better life than this

I wondered how so many could be in so much pain
While others don’t seem to feel a thing
Then I curse my wiseness and I get so damned depressed
In a world of suffering why should I be so blessed

I heard about a woman who lives in Colorado
She built a monument of sorts behind her garage door
Where everyday she prays for all whom are born and all whose souls have passed on
Sometimes my trouble gets so thick
I can’t see how I’m going to get through it
But then I would rather be stuck up in a tree
Than be tied to it

I know
There is so much more

I don’t feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit
I can’t get used to my body’s limits
I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues
They cost a lot of money but they aren’t worth a thing
I want to free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
I need to get out of this city
Lay upon the ground and stare a hole in the sky
Wondering where I go when I die
When I die

I believe in desperate acts.
The kind that make me look stupid.
(Look like a fool)
Just keep reinventing myself.
It’s move or die.
(I change my form)
These days the people I love
are spread so far apart.
(All out of reach)
It’s a thin sheet
Across the face.
(Cover me now)

That’s pretty old.
I never felt like this before.
I say that every hour.

It’s never going to be like it could have been.
Now it’s just this room.
(Window looks back)
You’re a big part of it.
But I don’t care.
(You take the lead)
And can you really see me now
Like I made me?
(Made me anew)
Just like anyone at all.
Safer alone.

So right, so wrong.
Another winter’s coming on.
You win, you lose.
It’s the same old news.
(These things go wrong so often)
Pick up the phone
and punch your home code.
Somewhere, sometime let me make you mine.

Lean your head on mine
Like you used to.
(Used to your lean)
I don’t mind if you’re faking it.
(Make it seem real)
I’m not asking the questions.
I’m not demanding the answers now.
(Take what you give)
Right or wrong, just take me,
lead me on.
I’m going.