Archive for September, 2006

Growing Older but not up

Thursday, September 14th, 2006
For all those who dont feel as old as they are and never will
I rounded first never thought of the worst
As I studied the shortstops position
Crack went my leg like the shell of an egg
Someone call a decent physician
Im no pete rose, I cant pretend
Though my mind is quite flexible, these brittle bones dont bendChorus:
Im growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
Id rather die while Im living than live while Im dead

Sometimes I see me as old manatee
Headin south as the waters grow colder
Tries to steer clear of the hum-drum so near
It cuts prop scars deep in his shoulder
But thats how it goes (thats how it goes), right to the end
Though his bodys quite flexible, that barnacle brain dont bend

Chorus:
Im growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of time blow over my head
Id rather die while Im livin than live while Im dead

(instrumental)

Now dont get me wrong
This is not a sad song
Just events that I have happened to witness
And time takes its toll as we head for the poll
And no one dies from physical fitness
So what the hell, well take it right to the end
As the days grow more complicated the nightlife still wins

Chorus:
Im growing older but not up
My metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck
Let those winds of change blow over my head
Id rather die while Im living than live while Im dead
Let those winds of time blow over my head
Id rather die while Im living than live while Im dead

Jimmy Buffett (1980)

Paranoid

Tuesday, September 12th, 2006

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean there isn’t an invisible demon about to eat your face.

- Storm Front by Jim Butcher

Back in the saddle again

Wednesday, September 6th, 2006

I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again

Ridin’ into town alone
By the light of the moon
I’m looking for ole’ Sukie Jones
She crazy horse saloon
Barkeep gimme a drink
That’s when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink
That’d make a grown man cry

I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back

Umm…come easy, go easy
Alright ’til the rising sun
I’m calling all the shots tonight
I’m like a loaded gun
Peelin’ off my boots and chaps
I’m saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks
I scream for more

Fools’ gold out of their mines
The girls are soaking wet
No tongue’s drier than mine
I’ll come when I get back

I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m riding, I’m loading up my pistol
I’m riding, I really got a fistful
I’m riding, I’m shining up my saddle
I’m riding, this snake is gonna rattle

I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back

Ridin’ high
Ridin’ high
Ridin’ high already

no illusions

Monday, September 4th, 2006

When you see reality,
no illusions can confuse you;
when you develop stability,
things cannot shake it or take it away.