jpaulgorman

Pills left me wrecked and confused. Got a case of withdrawls. The cost of curing the pain and ache. A joyous ride. Stabilizers and sanitizers are needed. Call up the band. Play poppy mellow songs. Take it easy. Keep the stress level on level. The brain with catch up. Health and all it requires. Just to be sabotaged anyway. Skeletons on the path. Word up, that's not who you are. Like the capsule of a pill. The goodies are on the inside. Released to neurons and other atoms. Flown by blood to take on the offenders. Delivered. To the very last nerve.

Well, we ain't talking for two weeks. Blocked that number, I'm going under. For two whole weeks. Well, I was done wrong, now I see. Don't deserve my love, don't get my crush. Now I fucking see. Well, all they did was take and take. Used all my time, all I got was lies. Take, take, take. Well, can't live wishing upon a star. Too much to find, using my own mind. Wishing upon a star. Well, gonna make the most of it. Get a little bit hazy, get a little bit lazy. Making the most of it. Well, we ain't talking for two weeks. Don't want no rebound, gonna dial it down. For two whole weeks. GCG FC GFC

EmDAmAmx3 EmAm The ghosts are gone now. No more car rides across the country. It's been years. They were on the pages. Impressionable, easily swayed to go. In that convertible '39 LaSalle. Fell in true love right away. Another starlight introduction is needed. Hit me like a bolt. Just a normal life with friends. Two year railroad trip to San Quentin. Smells of the house. The lady decides. Carolyn is the truest hero of On The Road. Allowing the madness. Two weeks of parties in Denver. Kicked off to California to work the rails. Fill up the money pot. Make a life. Fill it up with gasoline and cruise back. Work was seasonal at that time. Time for good times. North Beach days, full of eastern visitors. Direct from the mind. They had serious lives. Away from the fictional personalities. The tide of respectability. Then the prankster. Broken hearted and exiled to idolatry. Seeking the young soul.

E B7 A B7E All the writers went on vacation. They had nothing to write about. Politics is just too boring. Its something we can do without. Double crossers and baby fitters. Grease running through their veins. Coalitions and filibusters. Ain't nothing gonna change. The poets can finally take over. The writers have cleared the stage. Nostalgia's just regrets unknown. Time we all turned the page. AEx3 B7AE And ahead what we need is some guiding light, shining bright with a beam that goes a hundred miles, further than can be seen, we're gonna be alright, gonna be alright, gonna be alright.  Gonna be just fine. B7A B7E Colors. Forms. Mixes. Shapes. Wonder. Air. Senses. Mood. Believe what you want, what helps get you through the night, as we spin, suspended, into another space, to another time, where good is better than bad, where kind is better than mean, where irony drips its drops, where laughter echoes. EA Where laughter echoe...

Literal is enough. Give it straight. Information only. The kind that is. Keep the speculation away. Chunk it to the sea. The water will decide. Direct inspirations. That compel. Discovered in the Orient. Testing has begun. Total connection of minds. Hearts can wait. Their beats are numbered anyway. Spain ain't all what it's cracked up to be. When you're poor. And on the run. Working the bullfights. For dinner and some change. The prodigals do return. Welcomed back. Consequences, the slate is clean. Abundance, the plate is full.

Endurance and thumping, and cracking up. Body aches got me on my knees. Awake, you can relate, so you know. This ain't no time to sleep. We'll wait for dinner, there's no rush. Careful with the brain freeze. Give your nerves a bit of time to rest. Try to find some peace. And there's glasses and decorations. There's a done up tree. Then there's glances and adorations. A toast to the brave and the free. But crowns don't last too long. We all bound to get it wrong. Lets all break out in song. Singing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oooh. Money's just something else to burn. Better burn it slow. Got nothing to do with what I learned. In New York, at a punk rock show. EAE AE DA EAE AEx3 DAE

From the back parking lot, and a walk up. Ensure the name tags are right. Make it great. All we need is a vodka tonic. It is a fine cut of beef. Even the vegans think so. Be seen at the club. Huge, solid pillars, castle-like. Wide doorways and all the particulars. Many arrivals, many grand evenings. The valet operation. In control and occupied. The fireplace is heating up this room. Especially with the doors closed. Skyline view. Urban neon of Dallas. Delicious. Pecans are true friends. Technicalities and graphic designs. Down with the dress down. An hour in make-up. Superwoman in a chaotic scene. This must be practiced. Compound fractures and head wounds. A public service. Our hostess. Everybody loves to win a raffle. Talk amongst yourselves. The season has begun. If we can clear the ladies powder room.

The slease don't go easy. Desperately, it oozes. Into the wastelands.

Beyond their imaginations. It is not a natural act. Unleash the genius, reap the harvest. A place we want to go. Society participation. Invisible collaborations, undocumented. This single burst of insight does not exist. Insight is developed, shaped, refined. Can't avoid the work, the toil. This is a high concept, elevated. We dig like the tomb raiders. Getting to the bottom, then working up. Sparks will fly. Through the white space, through the fog. Call up the entire creative class. Scientists, technologists, architects. Professors and artists. They operate in the same atmosphere. Do away with the middle, carve it out. Be an opposable mind. The loyal are the real talented. Surprises are all around. We are on a speeding train, speeding fast. Listen to the soft voices too. This uncomfortable setting is fine. For awhile. Like a bowl of spaghetti. Or a jazz ensemble, or a doubles team. They all make music in some way. Keep it above the waterline. Don...

Ya know death does not agree with me. Like lying in the sun. But sometimes I like thinking about it. Just for a little fun. Get your financial affairs in order first. All your papers too. Slowly tell folks of your terminal fate. But only tell a few. Then reality hits like a train of bricks. Withering on the floor. Gonna miss all the things your gonna miss. They're gonna miss you more. Matrimonies, parties, babies, and talks. Reading and writing words. Holding hands and playing in bands. This is for the birds. Pain don't make much difference to me. Got pills for that, ya know. Really gonna miss all my lifelong friends. Some I'm just gettin' to know. But the doctor said all I needed was meds. Give it bout 4 weeks. Hurts like a mother, feels like no other. But still on my feet. Felt I was a goner, wouldn't live no longer. For an entire day. In a total haze, nostalgic and crazed. Took some time to pray. Nerves and worry, we can do wit...

And all I wanna do is play, yeah. All I got to to is play, yeah yeah. All I'm gonna do is play the blues. All we have to do is understand. This ain't about holding hands. All we gonna do is play the blues. Its all coming from the inside out. You know their coming ain't no doubt. Nothing left to do but play the blues. Wonder why the devil coming down on me. Ain't no preacher trying to lead. All I been doing is playing the blues. Guess I'll look it up in the pages of the word. Read what it says about faith and love. Then we'll get back to playing the blues. And all I wanna do is play, yeah. All I got to to is play, yeah yeah. All I'm gonna do is play the blues. EAEx2 ADEx2

Call up the Docs, Doc. A domestication of our dispositions. Intentional characteristics. Special breeds. Calmer in thought, loyalty ingrained. Easily tamed. It's in the genes! Physical, intellectual, emotional. Just good old fashioned DNA. All the strands in these lands. And, if we know. We can, and should, manipulate. Before it's too late. And the pit bulls take over the land. Figuratively, of course. Run the future models quick. Predict with statistical methods. 70% certain, open the curtain. All environments cannot be controlled. Hope will always be relevant. One day or night we will invent new traits. The best ever invented. Like the Moon said to Venus. As they floated and spun. Completely selfless. Kind hearted. Living currently. Without past regrets or future worries. Anxiousness will cease to exist, in fact. Listening in and contemplation. Understanding others. Loving. Darwinism is all, survival of the best.

No thanks on the new deal. Got our own answers for the questionnaire. Moving forward, cylinderlike. Grabbing the best for the ride forward. Leaving the rest behind. The core of love. There is uncertainty always, and doubts. Priorities seem somewhere else. Absorbed in self interest and pragmatism. Too smart for the sacrifice. Much too important for the risk. Built on sand, shifty. Don't wast another minute fussing. Call out to the light. Disenchanted with the cages. Had it with the forbidden. Nothing scares me, there is so much to gain. Music is in the pipes, all the notes.

The middle is the easy float. Predators are too lazy for that. All fat, all happy. No time for a swim. Just let the currents push and pull. They waver and wander too. Building up and coming down. Avoid the crash landing. Whipped up by the storms. Sucked in by the earthquakes. So much for peace. That was abandoned long ago. Noise pollution is real. And the wire is bought and paid for. Whatever it needs to say. Pass along the cash, pay it out in coins. Lines on the bottom don't care. The golden egg was chipped up anyway. Geese are mean, ugly animals. But they are loyal. EmEmAmEmx3 EmGAmEm