I was out by myself in the graveyard. I was doing an interpretive dance when I felt somthing heavy and pointed strike me in the back of my neck. And then the ghost of my dance instructor pushed me down into an open grave and as dirt rained down she played a xylaphone and sang me this song…
The yellow Roosevelt Avenue leaf overturned
The arbor of arboreality is an adventure we have spurned, we’ve spurned
It’s a new leaf overturned…
It’s a new leaf overturned…
- tsarina.
(who, arguably, is the only member of the SDMB who ran around the playground in the THIRD GRADE singing “Cowtown”. My brother had bought “Lincoln” not long before.)
*Yes, I’m a TMBG snob…
::gets hit by a mink car driven by a guitar::
It’s all in your head when you’re 24-karat dead, I guess.
Now I’m a very big, a very big, important man. The only thing that’s different is underneath my hat.
Quit my job down at the carwash, don’t have to write no-one a goodbye note to say my check’s in the mail and I’ll see you in church and don’t you ever change.
A man came up to me and said, ‘I’d like to change your mind by hitting it with a rock,’ he said, ‘though I am not unkind.’ We laughed at his little joke and then I merrily walked away and hit my head on the wall of the jail where the two of us live today.
don’t call me at work again oh no the boss still hates me i’m just tired and i don’t love you anymore and there’s this restaurant we should check out where the other nightmare people like to go i meant nice people baby wait i didn’t mean to say nightmare
I am a wicked little critta.
Everybody wants a piece of string and a rock to wind the string around.
And everybody wants prosthetic foreheads to wear upon their real head, too.
Someone keeps moving my chair.
I don’t want the world. I just want your half.
Forever is a long time.
But we still haven’t walked in the glow of each other’s majestic presence.