christmas |
you know its christmas whenyou find yourself wishing againfor love in your heart and on earthand for some kind of savior's birth
Posted by on Mon, 15 Dec 2008 18:25:00 GMT |
Making My Visas/Paints a Yates |
so hot it rocks the socks off the tune in your headpaints a Yates in your mindso hot it rocks the socks off the tune in your head paints a Yates in your mindgo around the corner spend some dough buy a...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Sep 2008 22:53:00 GMT |
words !!!!!!!!! WORD |
little poems inspired by the road and the following books: amys eyes, grims fairy tales, i told geoff and the syracuse girls i was reading grimms constantly and takinglittle naps, & i think geoff ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Jun 2008 21:59:00 GMT |
dixieland march |
when the war began we were in dixieland we sang one two three but the four it never camei begged you to fly home (bomb bomb)but your eyes was crying roam (bomb bomb)i walk the road alone (bomb bomb)he...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 13:57:00 GMT |
buffalo poem/song numero dos |
lonesome dove cowboy song for my boyfriend gus mccraywith my buffalo gun and a bottle a nervemy readin of the Book - im a good servantill work hard for my breakfast dearand ill meet you on the trailyo...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Feb 2008 10:33:00 GMT |
sam cooke on the brain |
the night beat album is unBEATable!i am psyched for a new honky tonk/heartache song gone sam cooke-ified (have not had the chance to play it for anyone except my eastside neighbors... ): man i miss th...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 15:39:00 GMT |
JWW & the Prospectors |
Every Tuesday night at 10:30, the best dance band in the history of dancing plays for free (or maybe 3 bucks...) at the Scoot Inn on 4th & Navasota. I can't stop dancing, and they played their las...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 07:23:00 GMT |
el oboe el saxofon y yo |
si sigo el corazón no tendría amigos ni tendría familia por hacerles enemigos porque las caricias hacen enemigas las caricias hacen sinfonías con el oboe el saxofón y yo
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 06:55:00 GMT |
poem/song |
well i was amazed
with the strength that they grazed
and they started right off with my hands
and she swore before me she'd never adorn me
with the grace and the love in these lands
she said i'...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Jun 2007 12:08:00 GMT |
Friday the thirteenth |
i need the wind whipped weather
with icey fangs on high
to match the mood i treasure
the sun burst through the the sky
all in a wake of magnets
the earth plowed through the dark
i can hear th...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Apr 2007 08:59:00 GMT |
