There a man
in a band
and he's
tryin' to
take a stand
Takes his songs
around the world
to all
the different lands
Sarasota
to Mexico
there's nowhere
he wouldn't go
To tell his tales
of love and loss
no matter
what the cost
On his journey
to find his soul
he continues
to grow old
Slower steps
none the less
his story
still gets told
There's a man
with a plan
and he's
tryin' to get a hand
Looking for
true romance
and not
his biggest fan
As his heart
starts to grow fond
he continues to
sing his song
Now for the one
he thinks he's found
from movin'
town to town
Saturday, April 4, 2009
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Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same. It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall. I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you're allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It's like killing yourself, and then you're reborn. I guess I've lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now."
Bukowski
Interview, London Magazine, December 1974-January 1975
you rock Jer! peace.
aw
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