tangledupinblue

I pity the poor immigrant
Who wishes he would've stayed home,
Who uses all his power to do evil
But in the end is always left so alone.
That man whom with his fingers cheats
And who lies with ev'ry breath,
Who passionately hates his life
And likewise, fears his death.

I pity the poor immigrant
Whose strength is spent in vain,
Whose heaven is like Ironsides,
Whose tears are like rain,
Who eats but is not satisfied,
Who hears but does not see,
Who falls in love with wealth itself
And turns his back on me.

I pity the poor immigrant
Who tramples through the mud,
Who fills his mouth with laughing
And who builds his town with blood,
Whose visions in the final end
Must shatter like the glass.
I pity the poor immigrant
When his gladness comes to pass

~~~~~daily dylan~~~~

I'm monumentally tired and afraid of staying home. I have an 18-year old's fear that life is passing me by tonight but feel too goddamn spent to seek out company. I'm am so goddamn ambivalent. I wish one or the other would fucking win out. I just better shut the fuck up now.

[Edited to unshut the fuck up after due consideration and libation]

Arnold Palmer walking up 18 today. Arnold Palmer in the Butler Cabin. Arnold Palmer anywhere at Augusta for the 50th and last time as a player. Really something. The Masters is so beautiful. If you haven't ever gotten it yet, I sure hope you do someday. There's somethings about the south that are far and away so much nicer than the north that I wouldn't even begin to start talkin' about them well -- and not just the ladies [ducks the shoes being thrown at my windows].

Glad I stayed in tonight. No one comes out a winner when you go out angry and tired and start drinking bourbon. Shit like that sounds so much better on vinyl than it turns out when you live it.


Some days and nights I couldn't write anything eloquent if you gave me fifty sheets of paper and fifty tries. Sucks that I got to work tomorrow. Luckily, cross examination drafts don't have to be eloquent. Still I just know I ain't gonna be happy with anything I do right now. Maybe a long night's sleep will change that. I am cranky like a baby who needs a nap. Be well all.

This is Trash.