Nobody Girl

She plays Wipeout on the drums The squirrels and the birds come Gather 'round to sing the guitar Oh, I... Have you got nothing to say? When all words fail, she speaks Her mix tape's a masterpiece Walks through the garden So the roses can see Oh, I... Have you got nothing to say? And you can see The daisies in her footsteps Dandelions, Butterflies, I wanna be Kate Kate Kate Kate Every day she wears the same thing I think she smokes pot She's everything I want She's everything I'm not Oh, I... Have you got nothing to say? She never gets wet She smiles and it's a rainbow (oh, oh) And she sp

Seven minutes until there's real baseball!

Dear Bobby Crosby, Perhaps you have not noticed, but K-Rod likes to throw sliders. Perhaps you also have not noticed that more often than not, those sliders are going to be out of the strike zone. Therefore, the best strategy would be for you to stop freakin' swing at them! :frusty Your friend, Nobody Girl

Wins? I would have been happy with a run. But thank God for Nick Swisher.

Too bad the Sox can't share some of those runs with the A's. Shut out two consecutive nights at Coors Field... I know scoring has been down there, but sweet Jebus.

17 innings later...

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house, too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight Gonna see what them racket boys can do Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state And the D.A. can't get no relief Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade And the gamblin' commission's hangin' on by the skin of its teeth Well now everything dies, baby that's a fact But maybe everything that dies someday comes back Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well I got a job and tried to put my money away B

Last year I flew to Chicago all by my lonesome to see Tweedy solo (I live in Philly), and it turned out to be one of the best weekends ever.

Is it getting better Or do you feel the same Will it make it easier on you Now you got someone to blame You say one love, one life When it's one need in the night It's one love We get to share it It leaves you baby If you don't care for it Did I disappoint you Or leave a bad taste in your mouth You act like you never had love And you want me to go without Well it's too late tonight To drag the past out into the light We're one but we're not the same We get to carry each other, carry each other One Have you come here for forgiveness Have you come to raise the dead Have you come here to play

Put me in your suitcase Let me help you pack 'Cause you're never coming back No, you're never coming back Cook me in your breakfast And put me on your plate 'Cause you know I taste great Yeah, you know I taste great At the hop, it's greaseball heaven With candy pants and Archie too Put me in your dry dream Or put me in your wet If you haven't yet No, if you haven't yet Light me with your candle And watch the flames grow high No, it doesn't have to try It doesn't have to try Well, I won't stop all of my pretending That you'll come home You'll be coming home, someday soon Put me in y

Your little hoodrat friend makes me sick But after I get sick I just get sad Because it burns being broke And it hurts to be heartbroken But always being both must be a drag She's been calling me again She's been calling me again Your little hoodrat friend's been calling me again And I can't stand all the things that she sticks into her skin Like sharpened ballpoint pens and steel guitar strings She says it hurts but it's worth it Tiny little text etched into her neck It said "Jesus lived and died for all your sins" She's got blue black ink And it's scratched into her lower back It says "D

A canyon girl beneath imaginary skies is beckoning In a fictional world, I fear I got no business being in But cover me, 'cause I'm going in And I won't return back to the run of the mill again A canyon girl from the end of the winding road is calling From a faraway place, that's the furthest point from the one I'm living in So wait for me, 'cause I'll be climbing in And I won't return back to the run of the mill again 'Cause I've been waiting for you to wave me in And I won't return to the wind and the cold and the snow again To the darkest places I have been Or back to the run of the

Yay! Sorry. I'm easily excited.

I was thinking that this morning.

That's really cool! And I'm sure it's not just the alcohol talking.