Adventures of an Analog Man in the Digital Universe, with a little help from my friends and relations.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

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Friday night's pay night guys fresh out of work
talking about the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt
Some heading home to their families, some looking to get hurt
Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts

I work for the county out on 95
All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by
In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
Someday Mister I'm gonna lead a better life than this

Working on the highway laying down the blacktop
Working on the highway all day long I don't stop
Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock
Working on the highway
Working on the highway

Bruce Springsteen

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stands around his door.
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa.
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

Copyright © 1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music-words and music; Bob Dylan

and this Dylan song from by Buddy with the computers:

High water risin' - risin' night and day
All the gold and silver are being stolen away
Big Joe Turner lookin' East and West
From the dark room of his mind
He made it to Kansas City
Twelfth Street and Vine
Nothing standing there
High water everywhere

High water risin', the shacks are slidin' down
Folks lose their possessions - folks are leaving town
Bertha Mason shook it - broke it
Then she hung it on a wall
Says, "You're dancin' with whom they tell you to
Or you don't dance at all."
It's tough out there
High water everywhere

I got a cravin' love for blazing speed
Got a hopped up Mustang Ford
Jump into the wagon, love, throw your panties overboard
I can write you poems, make a strong man lose his mind
I'm no pig without a wig
I hope you treat me kind
Things are breakin' up out there
High water everywhere

High water risin', six inches 'bove my head
Coffins droppin' in the street
Like balloons made out of lead
Water pourin' into Vicksburg, don't know what I'm going to do
"Don't reach out for me," she said
"Can't you see I'm drownin' too?"
It's rough out there
High water everywhere

Well, George Lewis told the Englishman, the Italian and the Jew
"You can't open your mind, boys
To every conceivable point of view."
They got Charles Darwin trapped out there on Highway Five
Judge says to the High Sheriff,
"I want him dead or alive
Either one, I don't care."
High Water everywhere

The Cuckoo is a pretty bird, she warbles as she flies
I'm preachin' the Word of God
I'm puttin' out your eyes
I asked Fat Nancy for something to eat, she said, "Take it off the shelf -
As great as you are a man,
You'll never be greater than yourself."
I told her I didn't really care
High water everywhere

I'm getting' up in the morning - I believe I'll dust my broom
Keeping away from the women
I'm givin' 'em lots of room
Thunder rolling over Clarksdale, everything is looking blue
I just can't be happy, love
Unless you're happy too
It's bad out there
High water everywhere

Sunday, August 28, 2005

*I, ah, realized, I, I, I, ah, a, forgot "Night Train," by James Brown.

There's a song called "Washington" by a bad band called The Crucifucks.

There are some legitimate musicians such as Grover Washington & Dinah Washington.

There are of course many songs about Washington but do bot have Washington in the title. My five favorite are:

Vote for Me - Chicago
Harry Truman - Chicago
Monster - Steppenwolf
Politician - Cream
By jack bruce and pete brown Hey now baby, get into my big black car. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. I want to just show you what my politics are. I’m a political man and I practice what I preach. I’m a political man and I practice what I preach. So don’t deny me baby, not while you’re in my reach. I support the left, though I’m leaning, leaning to the right. I support the left, though I’m leaning to the right. But I’m just not there when it’s coming to a fight. Hey now baby, get into my big black car. Hey now baby, get into my big black car.
Rockin in the Free World - Neil Young


Leave us not forget Danny O'Keefe's beautiful "So Long Harry Truman" and of course Joe Jackson's "Right and Wrong".

C Dm
All the way from Washington her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years do we have to die for the fifty more?

This would not count (Bowie's " Young Americans.") in a Top Five Songs with Washington in the title. Are there songs with Washington in title, besides, "Washington Bullets," by the Clash ?

EOh! Mama, Mama look there! E Your children are playing in that street again E Don't you know what happened down there? E A youth of fourteen got shot down there E The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town E The killing clowns, the blood money men B6 A6 B6 E Are shooting those Washington bullets again As every cell in Chile will tell The cries of the tortured men Remember Allende, and the days before, Before the army came Please remember Victor Jara, In the Santiago Stadium, Es Verdas - those Washington Bullets again E And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961, E Havana for the playboys in the Cuban sun, EFor Castro is a colour, Is a redder than red, E Those Washington bullets want Castro dead B6 A6 For Castro is the colour... B6 E...That will earn you a spray of lead For the very first time ever, When they had a revolution in Nicaragua, There was no interference from America Human rights in America Well the people fought the leader, And up he flew... With no Washington bullets what else could he do? 'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel That the Moscow bullets missed Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist... ...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet, How many monks did the Chinese get? In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary, 'N' check the British bullets in his armoury Que? B6 A6 B6 ESandinista!


Virginia is better represented, Nothing about Maryland ?

1-Sweet Virginia-Stones

(m. jagger/k. richards) Wadin’ through the waste stormy winter, And there’s not a friend to help you through.Tryin’ to stop the waves behind your eyeballs ,Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues. Thank you for your wine, california, Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits. Yes I got the desert in my toenail And I hid the speed inside my shoe.But come on, come on down sweet virginia,Come on, honey child, I beg of you.Come on, come on down, you got it in ya. Got to scrape the shit right off you shoes. I want you to come on, come on down sweet virginia, I want you come on, honey child, I beg of you. .I want you come on, honey child you got it in you.Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes. But come on, come on down sweet virginia,Come on, come on down, I beg of you.Come on, come on down, you got it in you.Got to scrape that shit right off you shoes.
Rolling Stones

2-Leave Virginia Alone-Rod Stewart / Tom Petty song.

(Tom Petty) Well I've Seen her Down the alley And over the hill To steel her away She was as hot as Georgia asphalt When the aircraft came To adore her brain So leave Virginia alone Leave Virginia alone She's not like you And me She's not like you And me You should've seen her Back in the city Poetry and jewels Broke all the rules She was as high as A Georgia palm tree *So Leave Virginia alone Leave Virginia alone She's not like you And me She's not like you And me Some sunny day When the h... of times have Gone farewell You'll understand Why it was so hard To run away To run away She's a loser She's a forgiver She still finds good When no one could You want her More than money Cadillac can rust Diamond and dust (*Repeat) Ah, yeah Leave Virginia alone Leave Virginia alone She's not like you And me She's not like you And me Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ,... La, la, la, leave her alone Oh, Virginia Oh, Virginia Leave her alone

"Virginia Plain"- Roxy Music- song or album title? I'm not sure.

(ferry)Make me a deal and make it straight All signed and sealed, i´ll take it To robert e. lee i´ll show it I hope and pray he don´t blow it ´cause We´ve been around a long time just try try try tryin´ to Make the big time...Take me on a roller coaster Take me for an airplane ride Take me for a six days wonder but don´t you Don´t you throw my pride aside besides What´s real and make believeBaby jane´s in acapulco we are flyin´ down to rio Throw me a line i´m sinking fast Clutching at straws can´t make it Havana sound we´re trying hard edge the hipster jiving Last picture shows down the drive-in You´re so sheer you´re so chic Teenage rebel of the week Flavours of the mountain steamline Midnight blue casino floors Dance the cha-cha through till sunrise Open up exclusive doors oh wow ! Just like flamingos look the same So me and you, just we two got to search for something new Far beyond the pale horizon Some place near the desert strand Where my studebaker takes me That´s where i´ll make my stand but wait Can´t you see that holzer mane? What´s her name virginia plain

William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland,
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling,
In a matter of minutes on bail was out walking.
But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Take the rag away from your face.
Now ain't the time for your tears...(words and music; Bob Dylan)

Hard Travelin'
I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed I've been havin' some hard travelin', way down the road I've been havin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin 'I've been havin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been ridin' them fast rattlers, I thought you knowed I've been ridin' them flat wheelers, way down the roadI 've been ridin' them blind passengers, dead-enders, kickin' up cinders I've been havin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been hittin' some hard-rock minin', I thought you knowedI've been leanin' on a pressure drill, way down the road Hammer flyin', air-hole suckin', six foot of mud and I shore been a muckin'And I've been hittin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been hittin' some hard harvestin', I thought you knowed North Dakota to Kansas City, way down the road Cuttin' that wheat, stackin' that hay, and I'm tryin' make about a dollar a day And I've been havin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been working that Pittsburgh steel, I thought you knowedI've been a dumpin' that red-hot slag, way down the roadI've been a blasting, I've been a firin', I've been a pourin' red-hot ironI've been hittin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been layin' in a hard-rock jail, I thought you knowedI've been a laying out 90 days, way down the road Damned old judge, he said to me, "It's 90 days for vagrancy."And I've been hittin' some hard travelin', lord
I've been walking that Lincoln highway, I thought you knowed,I've been hittin' that 66, way down the roadHeavy load and a worried mind, lookin' for a woman that's hard to find,I've been hittin' some hard travelin', lord
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie© 1959 (renewed), 1963 (renewed), and 1972 by TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc.

the Associated Press
Updated: 2:54 p.m. ET Aug. 13, 2005

LONDON - British Airways resumed hundreds of flights Saturday at one of the world’s busiest airports, while pleading for continued patience from thousands of passengers stranded by a ground-crew walkout.

The strike was triggered by a dispute between catering staff and the U.S.-owned firm Gate Gourmet, which provides onboard meals for British Airways.

The union representing the catering company’s workers said 800 staff were fired Wednesday after an unofficial walkout. The company said 667 workers had been dismissed.

BA baggage handlers and loaders represented by the same union — the Transport and General Workers’ Union — stopped work in sympathy with their colleagues.

As talks continued, flights operating Saturday had only limited catering, and passengers were being given food parcels to take onboard and food vouchers to buy snacks before boarding.

© 2005 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

MINNEAPOLIS - Northwest Airlines jets roared into the sky over the heads of striking mechanics Saturday as the nation's fourth-largest carrier turned over its maintenance to replacement workers on Day 1 of the industry's first major walkout in seven years.

Saturday afternoon, Northwest was already facing at least one maintenance job: A jet landing in Detroit blew out four tires on the runway. No injuries were reported, and the airline said the cause was likely "an anti-skid braking issue" that had nothing to do with the strike.

Northwest's union mechanics walked out rather than take pay cuts and layoffs that would reduce their ranks almost by half. They don't believe replacement workers will be able to maintain the fleet, the oldest among domestic airlines.

Earlier Saturday, Northwest Vice President of Operations Andy Roberts apologized to travelers inconvenienced by what he described as a union slowdown Friday. He said the backlog of minor maintenance issues would be cleared up during the weekend.

"We certainly don't expect delays to increase," Roberts said. "As we work through these maintenance writeups, the operation should continue to improve."

Associated Press writer Bree Fowler in Romulus, Mich., contributed to this report.

Trafficking in Politics: It's Bumper-to-Bumper

By Rachel Manteuffel
Special to The Washington Post
Sunday, August 28, 2005; Page D01

Nearly 10 months after it supposedly ended, the bellicose 2004 election campaign rages on, in the streets. Bumper and window stickers on cars beseech you, even now, to vote for George W. Bush or John Kerry.

People on both sides aren't scratching off their stickers or covering them with new issues or slogans. And laziness doesn't seem to explain it; our bumpers are simply stuck in a moot debate.

The 2004 election is history, but Thomas Street's sentiments aren't.
The 2004 election is history, but Thomas Street's sentiments aren't. (By James A. Parcell -- The Washington Post)

"Nothing like it before, and I've been doing this 12 years," says Roi Wright, manager of Mr. Wash car wash on 13th Street NW, who sees plenty of cars that are still in campaign mode. "I don't know why. I think it's like a subliminal message, because we all wanted him to win."

Which "him"? Doesn't seem to matter. We wanted him to win, or him. And he did, or didn't. That's done. We're still arguing, though, through the bumpers that time forgot. They're either in a state of heartsick denial or prolonged flaunting.

Nobody living can ever stop me, As I go walking that freedom highway; Nobody living can ever make me turn back This land was made for you and me. Woody Guthrie

Friday, August 26, 2005

Coming this Fall to HBO-Nonkinsense ... Debuts October 22nd, Paulie Walnuts, Bringing it All Back Home..1.Home In My Hand-Brinsley Schwarz 2.Going Home-Alvin Lee 3. Bring It On Home-Sam Cooke 4-Homeward Bound-Simon & Garfunkle 5-My Hometown-Bruce Springsteen

and this courtesy of Drongo Martha via Drongo Stan:

Before the 2001 inauguration of George Bush, he was invited to a get-acquainted tour of the White House. After drinking several glasses of iced tea, he asked Bill Clinton if he could use his personal bathroom.

When he entered Clinton's private toilet, he was astonished to see that President Clinton had a solid gold urinal.

That afternoon, George told his wife, Laura, about the urinal. "Just think," he said. "When I am president, I could have a gold urinal too. But I wouldn't do something that self indulgent!"

Later when Laura had lunch with Hillary at her tour of the White House, she told Hillary how impressed George had been at his discovery of the fact that, in the President's private bathroom, the President had a gold urinal.
That evening, when Bill and Hillary were getting ready for bed, Hillary smiled, and said to Bill, "I found out who pissed in your saxophone."

Thursday, August 25, 2005

For the love of Christ, quit already, that 717 hit you in the head enough times, yet ?.. They have you bending down so low for those Pretzels and Chocolate Chip Cookie Crumbs with those friggin' kneepads, just to keep on dicking you further up the ass. You did not listen to me after Lanham, what did you expect? Now, you are the butt of the jokes down there; goddamm Bag Runner, sent out on wild goose chases with garbage thrown at your feet, A fremder nar iz a gelechter; an aigener-a shand..You're the BOSS of the NONKINSENSE FAMILY, start acting like one, A tserissen gemit iz shver tsum hailen and bring me some real Chow Mein when you get back...Kreplach essen vert oich nimis...Laig nit op oif morgen vos du knest heint bazorgen.


Too bad about the Jazz Times job, that sounded nice. I'm kind of happy to hear that you'll be returning home full time because I really get the feeling you're not too happy at your current position and I hate to think of my friends as unhappy. Think positive and something will come along when you get back home.

I'm thumbing through TV Guide and a trivia question tailor made for you came up: "What was the numerical designation of The Prisoner?" If a prize was at stake, I'd surely win! LOL Enjoy the weekend.


Cracking Up
Cracking up, l'm getting ready to go
Had enough, I can't take any more
No pills that I can take
This is too real and there ain't no escape
It scares the daylights
it makes a nightmare
l'm tense an l'm nervous.
Everybody all around me
Shakin' hands and sayin' howdie
l don't think it's funny no more
Craking up, iike a wron out shoe
Ain't wet, but the world's leakin' through
l'd run, but I find no pace
l laugh, but it's wrecking me
- wrecking me
It make a shiver, it make a shake
It make a monster, just like an earthquake
Everybody havin' fun
l don't know how the can ca¹y on
'Cause f don't think it's funny no more
At dead of night time, at crack of dawn
It comes upon me without warning
If I were a gunman I would shoot
l'd tear the hair out by the root
l'd make a knife out of a notion
All at sea in an ocean of a emoton
l don't think it's funny no more
l don't think it's funny no more
- crackin up
I don't think it's funny no more
- crackin up

Words and Music by Nick Lowe

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

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Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out
words and music by Jimmy Cox

Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spent all my money, I just did not care
Took all my friends out for a good time
Bought Bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine.

Then I began to fall so low,
Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go.
If I get my hands on a dollar again,
I'm gonna hang on to it, till that eagle grins, yeah.


No, No, Nobody knows you
When you're down and out.
In your pocket, not one penny,
And as for friends, you don't have any.

When you fin'lly get back up on your feet again
Everybody wants to be your old long lost friend
I said it's mighty strange, 'out a doubt
Nobody knows you when you're down and out, yeah.

And when you fin'lly get back up on your feet again,
Everybody wants to be your good old long lost friend.
Said it's mighty strange, yeah,
Nobody knows you, nobody knows you,
Nobody knows you when you're down and out.

Monday, August 22, 2005

Robert Moog

Born:23 May 1934
Died:21 August 2005

A Pioneer of Keyboards passed away today, Robert Moog. I could write pages
but think of the end section of Emerson, Lake and Palmer's "Lucky Man".

Bob Moog.
Robert Moog ("Moog" rhymes with "vogue") has made several important contributions to electronic music and music in general in the 20th century. In fact, apart from a pair of summer jobs in the mainstream electronics industry, Moog has devoted his entire professional life to working on electronic musical instruments. An electronics engineer with bachelor’s degrees from Queens College and Columbia University in physics and electrical engineering, respectively, and a doctorate in engineering physics from Cornell University, Moog is best known as the inventor of the electronic synthesizer that bears his name.

As a child growing up in Queens, New York, Moog’s mother encouraged him to play the piano, while his father fostered an enduring interest in electronics. As an adolescent, Moog’s curiosity was piqued by a musical instrument known as the Theremin. Four years after building his first Theremin at the age of fifteen, Moog began selling build-your-own Theremin kits out of his apartment.

This combination of entrepreneurial acumen with a talent for electronics engineering continued to manifest itself after Moog received his doctorate, when he struck out on his own to create R. H. Moog Music (later Moog Music, Inc.). His most famous project was the Moog Synthesizer. Developed by Moog in the 1960s after close collaboration with composers Herbert A. Deutsch and Walter Carlos, the Moog synthesizer soon became valued by musicians for its adaptability and the elegance of the sounds it produced. Later, more compact versions made Moog’s invention one of the first synthesizers to be sold in relatively large numbers to musicians.

By designing and manufacturing the Moog Synthesizer and later more portable, less bulky models, such as the Minimoog, Moog was able to parlay his technical expertise into business success. Unfortunately the company ran into financial difficulty in the early 1970s, and Norlin Music bought Moog Music in 1973. Moog served as president of the Moog Music division until 1977, when he left Norlin citing corporate politics as the reason for his resignation. Moog's interest in designing and manufacturing electronic musical equipment did not end there, however, and he eventually repurchased the right to the Moog brand. Up until the time of his death in August 2005, he built and sold Theremins under his own name from a shop in Asheville, North Carolina.

Highway Songs:
1. Key to the Highway - Derek and the Dominos 2-Highway to Hell-AC/DC 3-Kings Highway-Tom Petty 4-Blue Highway-Graham Parker ....Highway 61 Revisted: Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but D7 A The next time you see me comin' you better run" E7 Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"A God says, "Out on Highway 61."

Highway Songs (maybe we did this before?) I'll also take Road, Route, Expressway or Freeway...below courtesy of Starriders.
Expressway to Your Heart - Soul Survivors
Route 66 - I forget the orginal, but covered by the Rolling Stones
Thunder Road - Bruce Springsteen
The Long and Winding Road - Beatles
King of the Road - Roger Miller
Ventura Highway - America
Take Me Home, Country Roads - John Denver
Eternity Road - the Moody Blues
On the Road Again
Why Don't We Do It in the Road - the Beatles
Gypsy Road - Cinderella (almost forgot this one!)
Lonesome Road -
Middle of the Road - the Pretenders
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road - Elton John
Highway 61 Revisited
Everyday is a Winding Road - Sherly Crow
Bright Side of the Road - Van Morrison
Hit the Road Jack - Boulevard - Jackson Brown
Roadhouse Blues - Doors (does this count>)
I've Been Working on the Railroad (ha ha)

My current fave (and title of Aztec Two-Step's Live CD [which Lori and I are in the audience for]) is Highway Sign.
2. Expressway to Your Heart - Soul Survivors
3. Highway Star - Deep Purple
4. 2-4-6-8 Motorway - Tom Robinson Band
5. Country Road - Grand Funk Railroad (not to be confused with John Denver...)

It's a Planes, Trains and Automobile Life for Nonkinsense right now:

1-Jet Airliner - Steve Miller Band

2-Leaving on a Jet Plane - John denver


4-Sky Pilot-Eric Burdon

5-Aeroplane-Red Hot Chili Peppers
1-Mystery Train-Elvis

2-It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It takes a Train to Cry-Bob Dylan

3-City of New Orleans-Steve Goodman, Arlo Guthrie

4-One After 909-The Beatles

5-Casey Jones-Grateful Dead


1-Brand New Cadillac-The Clash

2-Cadillac Ranch - Bruce Springsteen

3-Mercedes Benz-Janis Joplin

4-409-Beach Boys

5-Little Deuce Coupe-Beach Boys

Jackson Browne - Running on Empty Lyrics
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned onto the road I'm on

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, that'll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave

Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me
Looking into their eyes I see them running too

Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Honey you really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind
You know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find
Running into the sun but I'm running behind

Audio Files
Endless Highway
by J.R.Robertson. First released on Before the Flood © 1971, 1974 Canaan Music, Inc.
Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket,
Never let it slip away.
Always be a man, not a boy gone astray.
D D/C# Bm Bm/A E A
When ya get half cra-zy from the August heat
D D/C# Bm Bm/A
Or on a frozen, rotted road
With no one to complain to about your achin' feet.
You're gonna walk that endless highway,
Walk that high-way till you die.
All you children goin' my way,
Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye.
When I see a detour up ahead,
Well, I leave it far behind,
Who knows what you're apt to find there.
With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin',
Well it look like t'me this time I wont be buyin'
When they get a scapegoat by the throat,
it's hard labour and cold beans.
If ya get away real quick,
You'll be eatin from the poison peanut machine.
Well, I sing by night, wander by day.
I'm on the road and it looks like I'm here to stay.


Friday, August 19, 2005

Hey Bob, you'll love this one: I'm on a #2 Train and this guy in his early to mid forties, seated next to me thinks if he starts up a conversation with me, wishing for a successful Hockey Season, I'll think about hiring him to work for the NHL...Now get this, he's a Ramp Agent, without the benefit of a Union, working at Reagan National and before that a Per Diem Broadcast Technician, Wait it gets better, Continuity Director and Assistant Traffic Manager for Local and Network Radio . .. And he graduated BC Cum Laude and has a ABA approved Paralegal Certificate from LIU graduating with Distinction..What a total loser!..No Playoffs for that guy, no Over-time even, HE SHOOTS, HE DOES NOT SCORE .

That Nonkinsense Cracks us up!

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Direct From Sarasota, Fla via South Carolina, via Teens on the Go, via Camp Krusty: How I spent my Summer Vacation by Rockets and Robotics... In his debut novel, The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini accomplishes what very few contemporary novelists are able to do. He manages to provide an educational and eye-opening account of a country's political turmoil--in this case, Afghanistan--while also developing characters whose heartbreaking struggles and emotional triumphs resonate with readers long after the last page has been turned over. And he does this on his first try.