shiva8

“If I was a Cadillac, you’d be my driving wheel
I’d carve your name into my hood to see how it would feel…

If you were my daffodil I’d turn my prayers to rain
Bring sun upon the hillside, sugar to the cane…

If you were a pussycat with fuzzy pussy hair
I’d put you in my pocket and take you everywhere…

If there’s any doubtin’ the kind of fool I am
I’d swim across the ocean, write your name there in the sand…

I took the road less traveled in a suicide machine
I went the extra mile to see where it would lead
Wound up in a picture show I thought would never end
A mask upon my face, countin’ back from ten

That’s how much I need your love…”


I’m on a total Chuck Prophet trip right now. It usually lasts about two weeks before I get him out of my system. Please bear with me.

Seems I’l be on my way back to Madison for the weekend. I’ve just received an invitation to a pajama party. It said “wear you jammies…we’re turning up the heat, mixing up the cocktails and getting out the fondue.” I’m not sure what I’m wearing since I sleep sans jammies. I’ll have to think about that.