tangledupinblue

You know, it's funny how things never turn out the way you had 'em planned.
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn't Henry Porter.
And you know there was somethin' about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was something about me you liked that I left behind in the French Quarter.

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.
I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone.
You always said people don't do what they believe in, they just do what's most convenient, then they repent.
And I always said, "Hang on to me, baby, and let's hope that the roof stays on."

There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice.
I don't remember who I was or where I was bound.
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck, he wore a gun and he was shot in the back.
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn down.


~~~~daily dylan~~~

We got a lot to do today, Mike!

I just hope I can get most of it done, and that the weather will blow out of town and that the roof will blow off and that I might find myself standing tomorrow night at the backyard patio of a dive bar on 92nd street at 2am grilling burgers and feeling spring come rolling over Manhattan as my senses leave my mind one by one. Now who says I can't ever set goals for myself?

I like Gregory Peck. Listening to Brownsville Girl always reminds me of Atticus Finch even though I know that isn't the movie that they're talking about. Still, I mean, who can argue with the choice of a father figure in Vanilla Sky. I love the "iconography of your youth" scene from that movie. Love how they invoke the album cover from The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan. That movie certainly is visually stunning, if underwhelimingly acted -- except for Kurt Russell's work, since he always rocks large. I wonder if it could be that this is my Lucid Dream option? I wonder where I chose the moment for the splice. Sharif threw a three day memorial for you. He was a good friend. I wonder if anyone never really recovered. It's Jackie Robinson Day. I hate not having the time to get off work in time to go celebrate at Shea tonight where I belong. I belong. I do belong there. That's nice. I really feel that very rarely. That's why I'm a man of constant sorrow folks, a nagging feeling that I really don't belong where I am, almost all the time. Sometimes I feel close to getting it together though, sometimes real close. I feel pretty close this spring. I sure am working hard at it in my own way and hope to make a real life for myself, I mean that in terms of making a life that means something to me, a life of real connections and emotions and investments and a life that doesn't feel first and foremost defined by negatives, especially fears. We'll see.

This is Trash.