I'd like to meet:

R.I.P MATE.

22/2/1962-4/8/2006 "Stuck Inside Of Mobile With The Memphis Blues Again"Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block I'd ask him what the matter was But I know that he don't talk And the ladies treat me kindly And furnish me with tape But deep inside my heart I know I can't escape Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.Well Shakespeare he's in the alley With his pointed shoes and his bells Speaking to some French girl Who says she knows me well And I would send a message To find out if she's talked But the post office has been stolen And the mailbox is locked Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.Mona tried to tell me To stay away from the train line She said that all the railroad men Just drink up your blood like wine And I said "Oh I didn't know that But then again there's only one I've met And he just smoked my eyelids And punched my cigarette" Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Grandpa died last week And now he's buried in the rocks But everybody still talks about How badly they were shocked But me, I expected it to happen I knew he'd lost control When he built a fire on Main Street And shot it full of holes Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.Now the senator came down here Showing ev'ryone his gun Handing out free tickets To the wedding of his son And me, I nearly get bursted And wouldn't it be my luck To get caught without a ticket And be discovered beneath a truck Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.Now the preacher looked so baffled When I asked him why he dressed With twenty pounds of headlines Stapled to his chest But he cursed me when I proved it to him Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide You see, you're just like me I hope you're satisfied" Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again. Now the rainman gave me two cures Then he said, "Jump right in" The one was Texas medicine The other was just railroad gin And like a fool I mixed them And it strangled up my mind And now, people just get uglier And I have no sense of time Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.When Ruthie says come see her In her honky-tonk lagoon Where I can watch her waltz for free 'Neath her Panamanian moon And I say, "Aw come on now You know you know about my debutante" And she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need But I know what you want" Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.Now the bricks lay on Grand Street Where the neon madmen climb They all fall there so perfectly It all seems so well timed And here I sit so patiently Waiting to find out what price You have to pay to get out of Going through all these things twice Oh, Mama, is this really the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again.

Music:

Led Zeppelin, John Lennon, Bob Dylan,the greatful dead, the dead, panic, the Allman brothers band, primus, phish, the beatles, Graham Parsons, Tool, gov't mule, Dave mathews, Radio Head, Ben Harper, Queens of the stone Age, audioslave, Incubus, pink floyd, crosby stills nash and young, Beck, Temple of the dog, Bright Eyes, the band, blind melon, coldplay, johnnie cash, woodie Guthrie, howlin' wolf, The Mars Volta, At The Drive In, early Black Sabbath, Hendrix, Santana, the Who, Cream, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, alice in chains,S.T.P, Nirvana, Blind Melon, drive-by truckers, buddy guy, the secret machines, red hot chili peppers, the raconteurs, the white stripes, umphreys mcghee, radiohead, smashing pumpkins.....

Movies:

fear and loathing in Las Vegas, Where the Buffaloe roam, Gag me with a spoon, oceans eleven, Hamburger Hill, Apocalypse now, A Clockwork Orange, the lord of the rings trilogy, all of the Harry Potter movies and...

Television:

"It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)"Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying.Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fools gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proved to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying.Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying.So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to you ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred.Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their marks Made everything from toy guns that sparks To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred.While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the President of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked.An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you.You loose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand without nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you.A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to.Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despite their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in.While some on principles baptized To strict party platforms ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God Bless him.While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in.But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.Old lady judges, watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely.My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me ?And if my thought-dreams could been seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

Books:

anything by John Steinbeck, or Hunter S. Thompson, George Orwell, and too many others to name...

Heroes:

John Lennon, Bill Hicks!, jimmy Page, Hunter S. Thompson, Bob Dylan.....