Friday, October 01, 2004
time to move on....
So, another great evening. Luckily, I don't remember all that much of it, but I did enjoy Kerry BITCH SLAPPING Bush in the debate. In fact, that almost made up for a certain email from a certain person. I'm glad your with someone else, now go fornicate yourself with an iron stick. Yeah, not in a real feminist mood today. I defy anyone to tell me that women don't have men by the balls, and are always willing to twist just a little bit tighter for a little bit longer. Maron! I am in a funky Tom Petty sort of mood today. It could be worse, at least I am not hungover....I'll try to do better on that score tonight.
"It's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, bab grass is growng
It's time to move on, it's time to get going
Broken skyline, movin' through the airport
She's an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector
Broken skyline, which way to love land
Which way to something better
Which way to forgiveness
Which way do I go
Sometime later, getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning and losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenalin
Like brakin' up a dogfight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
I'm losing my mind"
(Time To Move On, words & music Tom Petty)
Is that overly dramatic of me? Probobly not, at least compared with some of the other whiny shit I have written lately. But I don't really think anyone reads this schlock anyway, and it keeps me writing, something I need to do more of if I'm to find my way into G-School next year. But to end on a more positive note, let's remember, it's good to be king...
"It's good to be king, if just for a while
To be there in velvet, yeah, to give 'em a smile
It's good to get high, and never come down
It's good to be king of your own little town
Yeah, the world would swing if I were king
Can I help it if I still dream time to time
It's good to be king and have your own way
Get a feeling of peace at the end of the day
And when your bulldog barks and your canary sings
You're out there with winners, yeah, it's good to be king"
joe henry loves you madly, but i hate your guts
cf
"It's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, bab grass is growng
It's time to move on, it's time to get going
Broken skyline, movin' through the airport
She's an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector
Broken skyline, which way to love land
Which way to something better
Which way to forgiveness
Which way do I go
Sometime later, getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning and losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenalin
Like brakin' up a dogfight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
I'm losing my mind"
(Time To Move On, words & music Tom Petty)
Is that overly dramatic of me? Probobly not, at least compared with some of the other whiny shit I have written lately. But I don't really think anyone reads this schlock anyway, and it keeps me writing, something I need to do more of if I'm to find my way into G-School next year. But to end on a more positive note, let's remember, it's good to be king...
"It's good to be king, if just for a while
To be there in velvet, yeah, to give 'em a smile
It's good to get high, and never come down
It's good to be king of your own little town
Yeah, the world would swing if I were king
Can I help it if I still dream time to time
It's good to be king and have your own way
Get a feeling of peace at the end of the day
And when your bulldog barks and your canary sings
You're out there with winners, yeah, it's good to be king"
joe henry loves you madly, but i hate your guts
cf
