jpaulgorman

  Mr. Bluecheck 79er, Meet you at the diner. We'll both go out and find her. Before this night is through. She said she was a lady, Before she was my baby. She said I made her crazy, Swore I made her blue. All night I've been glowing, My eyes, they've been stolen. You know what I'm knowing, You know what I knew. Now we got each other, Two reluctant brothers. Searching for my lover, Disappeared, what can I do?

  What ever happened to Mr. Coffee, hope he's doing swell. Standing in line at the Starbucks station, think we're 'bout to bail. Do we really need these Macchiatos, first thing that we drink. Get a bucket of pure Columbian, Mr. Coffee's all we need. *A JingleHut creation .

Say what's that you say. Can't walk outside on this sunny day. Can't have a smoke in the sun rays. Can't throw the King any shade. Too tolerant. Of our parliament. Of our occupants. Those that represent. Say what's that you say. Can't walk outside on this sunny day. Can't have a smoke in the sun rays. Can't throw the King any shade. EA EDD7 EA D7AE AEx3 D7AE

  At least I'll knock a 7 close. At least I'll hit one nice. Prolly smash a drive or two. Might cure my ancient slice. Big trees and bumble bees. Ivy that'll poison your skin. Creek cliffs and smoke sniffs. Smoothly hunting pins. Should I hit my seven. Should I hit my three. Think I'll lose my mind. If I hit that fucking tree. Focus on the mental game. Keep it all to myself. Listen to Uncle Tupelo. Music's good for my health. Keep it in the fairway, man. Best not rely on luck. Swear golf makes us swear. 'Damns' & 'Hells' & 'Fucks'. GC DCG CGx3 DCG

  Already August. What happened to June. Forgot 'bout July. Ended way to soon. Oh my, how time flys. Everybody knows. Seasons go and come. And the years just roll. May left me whacked out. April left me wet. March left me hollow. Lost a madness bet. First two months wiz by. All the freeze and cold. The worst time of year. Valentine's get old. It'll be fall again. Soon enough my dear. September's next up. October is near. Then it's Thanksgiving. The Holiday cheer. December wraps up. Another fine year. EmGB7 *Co-Write A. Ball.

  Back home, I immediately took three mosquito bites on my back patio, time for another poisoning, lather up in deet.  Mosquitos know where the blood is, the Hook Of Texas is sparse on blood, everything is so spread out, blood per square mile has to be miniscule compared to cities and suburbs.  Standing water don't stand for long out there, but I'm sure a few of those bloodthirsty bastards live there anyway.  Mosquitos will be the last living creatures on earth, outliving cockroaches, rats, and classic rock.  To which I say, you don't have to try and sound like Neil Young when you sing a Neil Young cover, back to the music. Pedal Steel Noah's instrumental rendition of Billy Idol's Eye Without A Face at Marfa Spirit Company Friday night took me and shook me.  Played properly, the instrument pierces the venue like a blade, the sound is completely unique and will never leave me, vocals would have ruined the set.  Shouts to the bass player, rad is rad.  Unaffected by it