This just goes on and on. I barely spend any time at home or alone anymore. For friday night's gig I donned a geman officer's cap, embroidered bolero vest and jacket, leather pants and platform shoes.. The concesus was that I was the spittin image of a bull fighting, oil drilling cowboy nazi general.
Just the kind of american leadership I was looking to parody.
I'm building a nation here
today I go to begin drafting the constitution..
Sunday morning found me standing in the sun...still a bit drunk...bidding farewell to management and band members, with a sledgehammer in my hand. Gawdamn I looked good weilding demolition accesories.
I traded the hammer for a beat up acoustic and hoofed it to the mall...
busking for madmen and dogs. Children and citizens.
Helluva spectacle.
I took an outlaw drive to the country. The day was so beutiful ...the feilds and purple mountains...out to the oracle's cabin for my second meeting.
hammered out a tune for him on a honky tonk baby grand.
I am an old soul..
Wen I finally got home ...80 hours later. I jumpoed the tractor and took a few laps up and down the driveway. Clearing the guttes with the blade and my mind with the stench and din of the deisil engine.
I came in at dusk and turned on the telivision...kicked off my boots and laid on the bed. Fell asleep till midnight. Woke up and foraged. Corndawgs and dried cherries. Deadwood and the daily show. I turned my water to wine....then went back to sleep at five.
Just the kind of american leadership I was looking to parody.
I'm building a nation here
today I go to begin drafting the constitution..
Sunday morning found me standing in the sun...still a bit drunk...bidding farewell to management and band members, with a sledgehammer in my hand. Gawdamn I looked good weilding demolition accesories.
I traded the hammer for a beat up acoustic and hoofed it to the mall...
busking for madmen and dogs. Children and citizens.
Helluva spectacle.
I took an outlaw drive to the country. The day was so beutiful ...the feilds and purple mountains...out to the oracle's cabin for my second meeting.
hammered out a tune for him on a honky tonk baby grand.
I am an old soul..
Wen I finally got home ...80 hours later. I jumpoed the tractor and took a few laps up and down the driveway. Clearing the guttes with the blade and my mind with the stench and din of the deisil engine.
I came in at dusk and turned on the telivision...kicked off my boots and laid on the bed. Fell asleep till midnight. Woke up and foraged. Corndawgs and dried cherries. Deadwood and the daily show. I turned my water to wine....then went back to sleep at five.
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I need to visit Virginia, or anywhere where it isn't so cold that it hinders one's ability to live...and live WELL!
As per your comment:
That's exactly why I'm working with youth subcultures, so I can live my life and record it.