Where black is the color and none is the number
According to George Harrison, I’m, “walking to the depths of the deepest dark forest.”
… unless I’m missing something. I am kind of tired tonight.
lost and alone on some forgotten highway
traveled by many, remembered by few
I live in a town
Where you can’t smell a thing
You watch your feet
For cracks in the pavement
I live in a town
That smells like feet
And you can walk out on the pavement
And buy crack
take me disappearing
through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time,
far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees,
out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
To dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea,
Circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
(credit to RZ)
Picking my feet in Poughkeepsie.
Stranger
In a place filled with purring cats, comfy places to sit and fine drink.
About 500 miles from where I would really, really like to be right now.
Smack dab in the middle, with a wonderful wife and a fine young dog and a cat who won’t take her (the dog’s) guff.
Moving thread from IMHO to Cafe Society
We’re all on the road to Zap City,
Indian’s bones are crushed to dust on the road to Zap city
Devil’s slow to recognize whether we all live in Zap city
Young girls fly to the beaches
Take me now boys
Take me now preachers
Sanctify, sanctify to the old heat, Zap city!
I’m stuck inside of Mobile with the Mobile with the Memphis Blues again.
:smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: :smack: I’ve got to learn to preview!
Oh Lord, stuck in Lodi again.
And this town is a potpourri of disease
Can you smell the herpes from the scum-sucking fucks
That hang around the same suckers each mid-night
Down in a hole, & I don’t know if I can be saved.
On the road to nowhere.
Well, you might not think to look at me, but I was famous, long ago, for playing electric violin down on Desolation Row.