tangledupinblue

If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me
Would you kiss-a my eyes
Lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again
To be born again
To be born again
In another world
In another world
In another time
Got a home on high
Aint nothing but a stranger in this world
Im nothing but a stranger in this world
I got a home on high
In another land
So far away
So far away
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
Way up in the heaven
Way up in the heaven
We are goin up to heaven
We are goin to heaven
In another time
In another place
In another time
In another place
In another face


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Too damn tired . . . you all have good weekends and throw a few back for the Trash man. I'm going to catch a few hours of sleep, hustle back to the office and hope to escape long enough to celebrate the Mater on Sunday. Well, hell, of course I am going to escape long enough. Job is Job. (I am Job? love Mrs. Doubtfire) but my Ma is far more important. Fuck it, fire me if you all want to cause I simply ain't shanking on my mom. I already missed the fucking Perfect Circle show at Nassau Colleseum tonight and may miss debauchery down on the Lower East Side tomorrow night, but I will not miss Mother's Day. I did steal off to Hermes and get my mom a scarf and a bracelet combo today at lunch. It was a jailbreak today there, like every son or daughter who'd put off shopping in America congregated in one corner of Madison Avenue. Well, can't go wrong there I figure since my Mom pretty much owns everything they put out nearly as soon as it hits the market. Good to have an in with her sales girl so they put some stuff away before she can get her grubby little paws on it. Anyway, I'm fond of giving presents to folks I care for. I'll cook brunch for my mom and sister I reckon. That'll be nice. I haven't had the chance to cook since wow, a long time with the way work has been. That's been one of the decompression aids that have long been missing round here. Just everything is too tightly damn wrapped right now. So help me, I will indeed take some advice I listened to on the walk home after this trial is over, assuming I come out of it ok.

"I will never ever grow so old again"

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