It's those changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same. With all of our running and all of our cunning, if we couldn't laugh we would all go insane..
She came down from Cincinnatti. It took her three days on the train. Lookin' for some peace and quiet; hoped to see the sun again. But now she lives down by the ocean, she's takin care of sharks. They hang out in the local bars, and they feed right after dark!
Headin' up to San Francisco for the Labor Day weekend show.. I've got my hush puppies on, guess I never was meant for glitter rock and roll...
Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late....The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder....I'm an over forty victim of fate....Arriving too late, arriving too late..
Twenty degress and the hockey games on....Nobody cares; they are way too far gone, screamin' "Boat drinks," somethin'to keep them all warm....This morning I shot six holes in my freezer....I think I got cabin fever......Somebody sound the alarm....I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow....Could you beam me somewhere, Mister Scott?Any old place here on Earth or in space......You pick the century and I'll pick the spot.
Another successful concert with fabulous friends, great music and a rockin' tailgate.. :)
2 comments:
Looks like so much fun!
Great pics :-) You have a really fun blog. :-) Can't wait to see your write up of American Wife. And thanks for visiting me! :-)
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