Who?
--I roll from the plains of Eastern Oregon like a handfull of dust steadily draining from your grip disappearing somewhere among the fields of wheat, shining like dull brass in the harvest moon, whispering to each other when the starless night's breeze blows through
--Like trying to pull a lucky roll of the dice at the Indian Casino, you quit while you're ahead, but sometimes you feel you have to have one more victory, that the next one you'll strike will be the big one, and that vision of victory pushes you onward to the next hand, guiding you along from green table top to green table top
--Blue haired old ladies beckon me to the slot machine and I sit at their booth, listen to the way they tell their tales of desperate lives traveled in RV's transversing the countryside, that wide open range, that big sky country, that threatens to swallow every last one of us whole, and I believe them, whether or not there is a grain of truth to their to their ramblings, and their gamblings
--Yeah, I roll like that...it's all in the wrists, you know
--This next one's double or nothing and the air conditioning system is ventilating plenty of oxygen to every vibrating extremity
--"Come on, the drinks are free while we're here!"
--And the drone of jackpots has been carried through my ear, the jingling together of coins sounds a melody that will be noted of at the next opportunity
What!
I have a new CD single, "I Love Trash," jam packed with 3 high class booty raps. You can find them at my next concert at Madison Square Gardens.
