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 speaks,

And she breathes

I wanna be Kate

Kate

Kate

Kate

Down by

The Rosemary and Cameron

She hands out the Bhagavad Gita

I see her around every couple days

I wanna see her so that

I can say, "hey...

Kate"

She never gets wet

She smiles and it's a rainbow (oh, oh)

You can see

I wanna wanna wanna wanna be...

Kate

Kate

Kate

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

Rudi says to buck up. Hard to win 'em all.

 

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

But I got debts that no honest man can pay

So I drew what I had from the Central Trust

And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus

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

Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold

But with you forever I'll stay

We're goin' out where the sand's turnin' to gold

So put on your stockings baby 'cause the night's getting cold

And everything dies, baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find

Down here it's just winners and losers and don't get caught on the wrong side of that line

Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end

So honey last night I met this guy and I'm gonna do a little favor for him

Well I guess everything dies, baby that's a fact

But maybe everything that dies someday comes back

Put your hair up nice and fix yourself up pretty

And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City

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 Jesus

To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much

More than a lot

You gave me nothing

Now it's all I got

We're one but we're not the same

We hurt each other, then we do it again

You say love is a temple

Love a higher law

Love is a temple

Love the higher law

You ask me to enter but then you make me crawl

And I can't be holding on to what you got

When all you got is hurt

One love, one blood, one life

You got to do what you should

One life with each other

Sisters, brothers

One life but we're not the same

We get to carry each other, carry each other

One

One

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 your blue skies

Or put me in your gray

There's gotta be someway

There's gotta be someway

Put me in your tongue tie

Make it hard to say

That you ain't gonna stay

That you ain't gonna stay

Wrap me in your marrow

Stuff me in your bones

Sing a mending moan

A song to bring you home

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 "Damn right I'll rise again"

Yeah, damn right you'll rise again

Damn right you'll rise again

I've been dusted in the dark up in Penetration Park and I've been plastered

I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church and I've been plowed

But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?

Your little hoodrat friend got me high though

We were 17 and stuck up in Osseo

She said it's funny even true love gets troubled by stillwater

And washed up in the Mississippi River

Her Claddagh ring was pointed at the people

She said "St. Theresa comes to me in dreams"

She said "I ain't gonna do anything sexual with you

I'm kinda saving myself for the scene"

I've been dusted in the dark up in Penetration Park and I've been plastered

I've been shaking hard and searching in a dirty storefront church and I've been plowed

But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?

She said city center used to be the center of the scene

Now city center's over

No one really goes there

Then we used to drink beneath this railroad bridge

Some nights the bus wouldn't even stop

There were just way too many kids

I was waiting for my ride and I got jumped from behind

I got punctured

I got stopped by the cops

They found it in my socks and I got probed

But I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

I ain't ever been with your little hoodrat friend

What makes you think I'm getting with your little hoodrat friend?

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 mill again

Yay! Sorry. I'm easily excited.

Does anyone else think a ticket trade forum is a good idea?

I was thinking that this morning.

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