A new week! I have been trying to write new song lyrics. I can't seem to translate my feelings into words. Maybe there is no English terms for my feelings, I find when I get to this state, I need to surround myself with inspiration. I think thats why I joined this site. Looking for people who think like me.
I remember on one of my adventures. I had never taken the train. I was living in Colorado and bought a train ticket to Florida. I remember seeing this old guy, holding an brown paper bag containing some kind of alcohol. I noticed everyone looked at him as though he was a homeless guy flying first class. The brown bag looked so comfortable in his hands. I went up to him and asked him "what are you drinking? He replied, "Vodka!" I said ," I would toast you, but I have nothing but this coffee". He than handed me the bottle and said " Well then here, what's your toast?" I had to think for a minute. I didn't want to waste this mans vodka on just a tease for him to let me have some of his vodka. "May I find the words to express my feeling through song." "Thats my toast ." I relied. He then told me. "Great poets hang with great poets." "Great minds feed off , great minds, surround yourself with yourself." I m still trying to figure this out. When I think I understand, I don't. Maybe, I need a little brown bag and think about this a little longer.
Edit: Looks like I got a little tore up, from the floor up, last night.
I remember on one of my adventures. I had never taken the train. I was living in Colorado and bought a train ticket to Florida. I remember seeing this old guy, holding an brown paper bag containing some kind of alcohol. I noticed everyone looked at him as though he was a homeless guy flying first class. The brown bag looked so comfortable in his hands. I went up to him and asked him "what are you drinking? He replied, "Vodka!" I said ," I would toast you, but I have nothing but this coffee". He than handed me the bottle and said " Well then here, what's your toast?" I had to think for a minute. I didn't want to waste this mans vodka on just a tease for him to let me have some of his vodka. "May I find the words to express my feeling through song." "Thats my toast ." I relied. He then told me. "Great poets hang with great poets." "Great minds feed off , great minds, surround yourself with yourself." I m still trying to figure this out. When I think I understand, I don't. Maybe, I need a little brown bag and think about this a little longer.
Edit: Looks like I got a little tore up, from the floor up, last night.
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And yea, MISSISSIPPI is fun to write.