Love Songs

This is the kind of love song I'm trying to write...something obtuse like my perspective, with metaphors and a chorus melody that can be sung by the heartbroken forever. It's easier said than done.

I was playing this song after dinner on Battle Harbor and I asked, "You all know Gordon Lightfoot?" My one audience member said, "Gordon Lightfoot is a national treasure."

You know a song is good when a man can write it and record it and a woman can rerecord it from a woman's perspective. My favorite version of this song was recorded by Don Mclean.

Bird Don't Fly

Haiku for Roadrunner

Black spots on blind Bird

My truck speeds like Coyote

Feathers, then nothing.

Fast, but not fast enough. sorry. Meep meep!

Rocky Horror

Tim Curry

I love Rocky Horror Picture show. And I've always felt Tim Curry's performance is the greatest male role in film history. Am I wrong or merely drunk?

Master of Nothing

Surveying his dirt plot

Freddy Prequel

There was a time when it would've been distasteful to dramatize Freddy Krueger's initiation into killing children. But fortunately we've passed that point somewhere around the time Obama deleted any mention of his "I will protect whistle-blowers" promise from his own website because, gee, it sort of contradicted his policy of persecuting whistle-blowers. We're reaching end of days time for democracy. The lies are piling up and we're only one police force union disagreement away from total anarchy like you see in Egypt. People are real puzzled when they elect a slippery two-faced lawyer as President and they get a slippery two-faced lawyer as President. So, I figure in a drunken haze, with two strong XX by the wells fargo WD40 from my above the garage adventure to the homeless dream time, why not really let our pants down and shit in public? Why pretend we are dignified and have limits?