Volume 3 Number 16
Musical A.D.D.
Well, for those few of you who have been following things; the Stalker did return and afford us all some more fun and comment fodder. Thanks, Stalker, whoever you might be. It was a fun ride. Unfortunately, I have to now come up with something to damned write for this blog. I have nothing.
It is not writer’s block. It is full blown writer’s constipation.
Maybe I need a writer’s Exlax and a writer’s enema.
Tomorrow is the 4th of July. I am getting to where I hate holidays.
The last one - Memorial Day – was a complete and utter disaster. It is the holiday that is supposed to kick off the summer, but for me it ended something. Stupid holidays.
I have not read the Colossus books yet. As I said before, if I do read them, the world will end. Mine seems to already have done that so… I will have pity on you humans… for now.
Work Rocks.
I did go see Rick Springfield in ABQ last week. That was cool, but no one to share it with. I was the lone wolf. Even the five girls that hit on me in the concert, at the bar and at the gas station could not change my lone wolf status. Alone was better no matter how good those alternatives looked.
I cannot stomach the news, so I have been listening to a lot of music. Nothing in particular and everything in general.
I have been suffering from musical A.D.D.
And when you go I miss you all night
The wounds heal from the scratch and bite
I don't know what is wrong
I don't know what to write
But I can't stop hurting you
I can't stop hurting you
Rick Springfield
Sometimes when I feel so boxed in
I wanna go and take a ride
Grab the keys and my cigarettes
And disappear into the night
Junkyard
I can’t help about the shape I’m in
I can’t sing, I ain’t pretty and my legs are thin
But don’t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well
Now, when I talked to God I knew he’d understand
He said, stick by my side and I’ll be your guiding hand
But don’t ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Fleetwood Mac
I'm still standing here, awkward and unaware
As you scream the topic's closed, and slam down the telephone
You swear that you still care
But I'm still standing here confused and somewhat drawn
My head's lost but I'm heartstrong
(Yeah I'm heartstrong)
Silvertide
Send some flowers to your work in hopes
That I'd have you in my arms again
We kissed that night before I left
Still now that’s something
I could never forget
You've got all that I need
Theory of a Deadman
You had the power to save my soul
I had the power to make you whole
(it’s wasted)
We had the power and we had control but we blew it
Rick Springfield
Sometimes truth is hard to touch
We give too little, expect too much
Promises forever hiding in our eyes
Worlds of chances passing by
Now I'm over-thinking
Love can't be this hard
We seem to be drifting worlds apart
Jude Cole
I don't wanna sleep without you.
Dreams don't mean a thing without you.
I feel so alone without you.
Baby come back I need you.
I'm breaking apart inside.
I'm breaking apart inside.
I cry in my sleep at night.
I'm breaking apart without you.
And I'm wondering, if you're doing fine too.
Chris Isaak
Cause baby
Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart
Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart
Gotta pick myself up where do I start
Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart
No
The Veronicas
I know the theme is all the same, but those are the songs that just popped in my head as I started to talk about my Musical A.D.D.
Oh, well. At least there are guitars in all of them.
Until Next Time,
