you say you're part goddess?

i dreamt of pill box hats and bus exit etiquette and 

le resistance!

It was springtime and you were a hero.

we cheered your name while we rested  

beneath the ponderosa pines. 

Balloons of every color drifted over us.

a boy named James shared some of his crackers with me.

I hadn't eaten in days.

We were renegades on the dusty Santa Fe highway

Death was on my heels 

and I was running as fast as I could.

travel on.

you sang softly in my ear and then i hit the ground.

i sat on the edge of your bed torn between hello and goodbye.

why didn't you hold onto me and not let me go? 

now i'm running away again,

with a guitar, 40 dollars and a pair of jeans.

 to the west!

to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

Oh Morrisey you're such a, what do they, say charming man. I want to get down with two guys in front at this show.

truth.

Witchdoctor

De-composure of your mind,

too many positive people

with positive plans. 

future kings and queens of capitalism;

this is the wrong place

for a pragmatic approach.

Throw away your treasure map,

sail across uncharted seas.

Heavy eyes and crossed desires

I think you're foaming from the mouth.

your reflection in the mirror 

is trying to explain you're not insane.

I'll be wearing blue.

I just want to scream...

    I MISS YOU!!!!!!

from the top of a mountain and maybe down the highways, across the plains and over the hills your ear will tickle. 

Sister Rosetta Tharpe is a bad bitch.

speak in the language of flowers

I'll bring the whiskey, you play me music and I'll dance and shake the tambourine. 

The sky cried hard all through the night. I never saw the rainbow.

I stomped down the flooded pavement in my boots with a pint of whiskey in hand.

Drenched in the clouds tears we arrived to a familiar place.

Shake out your wet hair and pass the whiskey around.

James Brown can move feet stuck cement. It's only natural. 

I may sleep walk to your apartment if you end up in my dreams tonight.

I'm strangely attracted but it's all disposable. 

Sharing a cigarette is the closest I will let my lips get to yours. 

Chicago has revived my faith in good people making great music & having a good time. 

lovely folks.

BROS

lessons from a state university:

all girls love taking group vodka shots.  I tend to prefer drinking my pint of whiskey from the bottle.

DD's drive special 'short' buses to take you to your intended location which is never actually understood.

a spanish waiter named Juan will give you free tequila shots and margaritas if you give him the 'flirty eye'.

If you're a forty year old man and trying to get me to come 'back to your place' I will kick you in the shin.

Also Frat guys don't like it if you write on or kick holes in their walls. [sorry....this was the most fun I had all night]

if a broski is stumbling towards you, RUN! he will fall on you and then try to grab your boob while he is getting up, while you're supposed to feel bad that his poor tolerance for alcohol has caused him to tumble on top of you. 

high heels and vodka is a bad combination for some, this can slow your walking speed down to .00001 mph and you will never reach your destination in a timely manner. 

you can't smoke cigarettes or drink beer in the dorms public bathroom.

If you get excited when the Fray, Nickelback or Ne Yo comes on the radio, you're in the right place. 

silence

"what is the center of the world for you?"

I'm up to my neck in bad ideas & nostalgia. 

Can we write each other letters instead of relying on social networking sites? 

I wish communication held more value

we could hold each other's words in our hands.

Push and pull constructed thought.

Personalized elegance flowing from head to hand to pen. 

Excitement upon the arrival of a simple piece of paper covered in scribbled ink. 

OH MARY

Ty Segall is a one man band ( literally, check the video below)  creating upbeat lo fi, fuzzed out, garage rock jams for your listening pleasure. Simplicity at it's finest. 

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