blindside

Busted flat in baton rouge, waiting for a train
And is feeling nearly as faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
It rode us all the way to new orleans.

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
I was playing soft while bobby sang the blues.
Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding bobbys hand in mine,
We sang every song that driver knew.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing dont mean nothing honey if it aint free, now now.
And feeling good was easy, lord, when he sang the blues,
You know feeling good was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.

From the kentucky coal mines to the california sun,
Hey, bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done,
Hey bobby baby kept me from the cold.

One day up near salinas, lord, I let him slip away,
Hes looking for that home and I hope he finds it,
But Id trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding bobbys body next to mine.

Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose,
Nothing, thats all that bobby left me, yeah,
But feeling good was easy, lord, when he sang the blues,
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm,
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.

La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la la la bobby mcgee.
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, bobby mcgee, la.

La la la, la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la la la, hey now bobby now bobby mcgee yeah.
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now bobby now, bobby mcgee, yeah.

Lord, Im calling my lover, calling my man,
I said Im calling my lover just the best I can,
Cmon, where is bobby now, where is bobby mcgee, yeah,
Lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lord
Hey, hey, hey, bobby mcgee, lord!

Yeah! whew!

Lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lordy lord
Hey, hey, hey, bobby mcgee.

Janis could wail, man. She was from my little corner of the world too, went to school same place I did. Our lone little hometown hero that isn't a country music asshat. (well, Big Bopper was from here too)
I love Janis

The lead singer of Heartless Bastards reminds me of Janis. I htink that's a factor in me liking them.
No, I don't usually talk about music much. I do not have a prolific collection of music I listen to or know.
I'm not as into it as most.
Music, for me, mostly reminds me of people, places, times. Some songs remind me of sertain people. Some songs remind me of certain places in my life.
Some of the songs that stir me may be hokey...but they remind me of the a happy time, surrounded by fun happy people - and whats bad about that?

I am in a retreat and repair stage. I'm in the process of eliminating all my security blankets (figuratively), cutting my safety nets, pushing back the lifelines. I need to stand on my own two feet. Be strong for me, by myself. I don't think I can do that here. It may seem to be a a stupid decision - intentionally pushing away the people that want to help you - but how else am I EVER going to be ok as me, by myself?

Have you ever stopped to look at yourself through other people's eyes? If so...how did you feel about what you saw of yourself?
I've never really done it before, until lately.
I'm touched, amazed, flattered...uncomfortably so sometimes.
Am I too hard on myself, or do people just not really know me?
I like the way I see myself through all your eyes. I want to be that person you see me as.

Ok, and I'm ALL over the place tonight. Mr Peepers, my trunkmonkey, has been stationary for way too long. Check out my photos folder. He used to travel the worlld, it's time he does again. Is anyone willing to have a stuffed monkey mailed to them, take him out to see the fsights, take his picture, then mail him back? (I'll pay the shipping)
I'm weird, but this sort of thing amuses me. He's been to Disneyland twice, Hawaii, Mexico, Branson, and a few other odd places. He even sat on the Selena memorial in Corpus Christi