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Dreamin'

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  1. :huh Beard? It's been so long since I've seen Jesse in person, I was thinking, "when did he grow all that hair?" :lol I never even saw the beard, and now it's gone already!

    :lol I was thinking the same thing!

     

    BTW, is Nate the talented artist who drew the Wilco poster in the style of Joni Mitchell's album cover for CSNY's So Far? If so, :worship

  2. I went a bit crazy (no pun intended) and bought a dozen self-help books on depression, addictions, self-esteem, etc. for our library at work. The clerk gave me a funny look. :lol

     

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    This is excellent so far. She's a rare and gifted person!

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    "In my mind, Neil is fifty feet tall and made of solid gold - even his flannel shirts are gold - and his muttonchop sideburns are bejeweled. I value his music too much to chance any disillusioning encounters" :lol

    I passed Kevin Chong (the guy who wrote this) on the street today. I was tempted to start a conversation.

  4. They were hiding behind hay bales,

    They were planting in the full moon

    They had given all they had for something new

    But the light of day was on them,

    They could see the thrashers coming

    And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.

     

    And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light

    Trying to catch an hour on the sun

    When I saw those thrashers rolling by,

    Looking more than two lanes wide

    I was feelin' like my day had just begun.

     

    Where the eagle glides ascending

    There's an ancient river bending

    Down the timeless gorge of changes

    Where sleeplessness awaits

    I searched out my companions,

    Who were lost in crystal canyons

    When the aimless blade of science

    Slashed the pearly gates.

     

    It was then I knew I'd had enough,

    Burned my credit card for fuel

    Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand

    With a one-way ticket to the land of truth

    And my suitcase in my hand

    How I lost my friends I still don't understand.

     

    They had the best selection,

    They were poisoned with protection

    There was nothing that they needed, nothing left to find

    They were lost in rock formations

    Or became park bench mutations

    On the sidewalks and in the stations

    They were waiting, waiting.

     

    So I got bored and left them there,

    They were just dead weight to me

    Better down the road without that load

    Brings back the time when I was eight or nine

    I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,

    It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.

     

    Where the vulture glides descending

    On an asphalt highway bending

    Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars

    Down the windy halls of friendship

    To the rose clipped by the bullwhip

    The motel of lost companions

    Waits with heated pool and bar.

     

    But me I'm not stopping there,

    Got my own row left to hoe

    Just another line in the field of time

    When the thrasher comes, I'll be stuck in the sun

    Like the dinosaurs in shrines

    But I'll know the time has come

    To give what's mine.

  5. mmm. love debbie harry. bonus - she's got some major camel toe going on in that pic. :dribble

    :lol That one slipped past the censors, so this thread just sank a bit lower thanks to me. Of course, there are some more revealing pictures of the lovely Ms. Harry out there if you go looking for them (definitely not safe for work). She wasn't shy.

  6. Just finished

     

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    Klosterman always makes me laugh, but I sometimes fear that most men are secretly like him. He's like a more narcissistic Coupland (clever, but without Doug's heart).

     

    Just started

     

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    "In my mind, Neil is fifty feet tall and made of solid gold - even his flannel shirts are gold - and his muttonchop sideburns are bejeweled. I value his music too much to chance any disillusioning encounters" :lol

     

    Not your typical Neil Young book - e.g., Nardwuar the Human Serviette is featured in the second chapter.

  7. make me a bed of fond memories

    make me to lie down with a smile

    everything that rises afterward falls

    but all that dies has first to live.

     

    as longing becomes love

    as night turns to day

    everything changes

    joy will find a way

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