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Say hello

Say hello to the rugs topography
It holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it
Say hello to the shrinking in your head
You can’t see it but you’ll know it’s there so don’t neglect it

I’m taking her home with me
All dressed in white
She’s got everything I need
Pharmacy keys
She’s fallen hard for me
I can see it in her eyes
She acts just like a nurse
With all the other guys

Say hello to all the apples on the ground
They were once in your eyes but you sneezed them out while sleeping
Say hello to everything you’ve left behind
It’s even more a part of your life now that you can’t touch it

I’m taking her home with me
All dressed in white
She’s got everything I need
Some pills in a little cup
She’s fallen hard for me
I can see it in her eyes
She acts just like a nurse
With all the other guys

She’s got everything I need
Pharmacy keys
She acts just like a nurse
With all the other guys

Say hello to the rugs topography

Sal de la cama y mueve tus piernas

sal de la cama y mueve tus piernas

corriendo, corriendo, y resbalando.
es verdad que necesitas el calor de otro,
para poder abrir bien los ojos,
y no escuchar el zumbido al dormir,
luego de alejarte ven,
ven de nuevo a susurrarme al oido.

Pulling you down gently

Blew By You

I feel so bad I got a worried mind
I’m so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind
On Blue Bayou

Saving nickles, saving dimes
Working ’til the sun don’t shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou

I’m going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I’d be

Gonna see my baby again
Gonna be with some of my friends
Maybe I’ll feel better again
On Blue Bayou

Saving nickles, saving dimes
Working ’til the sun don’t shine
Looking forward to happier times
On Blue Bayou

I’m going back someday
Come what may
To Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine
And the world is mine
On Blue Bayou
Where those fishing boats
With their sails afloat
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise
Through sleepy eyes
How happy I’d be

[Instrumental Interlude]

Oh, that boy of mine
By my side
The silver moon
And the evening tide
Oh, some sweet day
Gonna take away
This hurting inside
Well or (Will ??)
I’ll never be blue
My dreams come true
On Blue Bayou

Truth

I’ve grown up some
Different kind of fighter
And when the darkness come let it inside you
Your darkness is shining
My darkness is shining
Have faith in myself
Truth

AIABM AIAF AIBM TA

Nothing new, except everything.

We have elected a new president since the last time I wrote. I won’t bother arguing or attempting to prove a point to those you cannot prove a point to. Worse case scenario we will be better off from a political standpoint than we have for the last eight, grueling years. For that I am thankful. I am also thankful to witness and even take part in history.

Me-SimpsonizedI have been working on a few projects here (*non-work-related*) out of sheer boredom and the primal necessity to create. I decided to Simpsonize my family in order to possibly update my splash page. Here is the image Simpsonizer generated for me. I doctored up the second pic just a bit. Pretty impressive.

I witnessed some interesting weather today. Our first little snow shower came in, at a bone chilling 45 degrees F. Previously the warmest temperature I had seen snow in was near 41 F. The North faces of mountains nearby are covered in snow. Hopefully the Afghani winter will bring many more surprises.

I have been spending most my time on a project for my Doogel. It is really starting to take shape and I cannot wait to share it with all 3 of you. There really isn’t much more going on here. Work is work, and play is play. I am now a slave to Groundhog Day routines. I can’t complain though. It sure beats persistent uncertainty.

And The Beat Goes On…..

The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Shots keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

Kabul was once the rage, uh huh
History has turned the page, uh huh
The mini skirts the current thing, uh huh
Bela Lugosi is our newborn king, uh huh

The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Bombs keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

The grocery store’s a shopping cart, uh huh
My little girls still break my heart, uh huh
And men still keep on marching off to war
Electrically they keep a baseball score

The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Shots keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

Moms sit in chairs and reminisce
Soldiers keep images of those they miss
The jingle trucks keep blowing up every day
Back home they still declare we’ll find a way

The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Bombs keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

I’m on the line

phone
I’m on the line
Pick up
I need to hear your voice
What you’re doing
Pick up
I wanna talk you back to sleep

We can work this out
Darling if you want to
I know we cannot touch
But we gotta try to

Darling if you want to
Darling if you want to

I’m on the line
Pick up
I need to hear your voice again
What you’re doing
Pick up
I wanna talk you back to sleep

In the daytime
Distraction’s easy
In the evening
You’re under my skin

We can work this out
Darling if you want to
I know we cannot touch
But we gotta try to

Darling if you want to
Darling if you want to
Darling if you want to
Darling if you want to

I know it hurts too much
But I’m gonna pull through
Just pick up
Darling if you want to

100 Days

When the willow bends towards the end of day
And twilight falls again
To the funny sound that a blackbird makes
Twilight falls again
As no good reason remains, I’ll do the same
Thinking of you
One day a ship comes in, one day a ship comes in
But I can’t say how or when
But I know somewhere the ship comes in every day
There is no morphine, I’m only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be right
Something good
From my fingertips, the cigarette throws ashes to the ground
I’d stop and talk to the girls who work this street, but I got business farther down
Like one long season of rain, I will remain
Thinking of you
One day a ship comes in
From far away a ship comes in
One hundred days you wait for it
And you know somewhere the ship comes in every day
There is no morphine, I’m only sleeping
There is no crime to dreams like this
And if you could take something with you
It would be bright
Just like something good
One day a ship comes in
One hundred days you wait for it
Something bright
Something so good
One hundred days
A ship comes in every day
You know it’s good
You know it’s good
A ship comes in every day
One day a ship comes in
Its good
When it’s something good




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