I'm Really Worried About Living

 

Many years ago, he looked out through a glassless window
All that he could see was Babylon
Beautiful green fields and dreams and learn to measure the stars
But there was a worry in his heart

He said, "How could it come to this?
I'm really worried about living
How could it come to this?
Yeah, I really want to know about this"

Is it like today? Ah, ah
Then there came a day, moved out across the Mediterranean
Came to western isles and the Greek young men
And with their silver beards they laughed at the unknown of the universe
They could sit and guess God's name

But they said, "How could it come to this?
We're really worried about living
How could it come to this?
Yeah, we really want to know about this"

Is it like today? Ah, ah
Then there followed days of kings, empires and revolution
Blood just looks the same when you open the veins
But sometimes it was faith, power or reason as the cornerstone
But the furrowed brow has never left his face

He said, "How could it come to this?
We've living in a landslide
How could it come to this?
Yeah, we really want to know about this"

Is it like today? Ah, ah
Then there came a day, man packed up flew off from the planet
He went to the moon, to the moon

Now he's out in space, hey, fixing all the problems
He comes face to face with God

He says, "How could it come to this?
I'm really worried about my creation
How did it comes to this?
You're really killing me, you know"
It isn't just today? Ah, ah
Is it like today? Ah, ah
Is it like today? Ah, bang
Ooh, aah, ooh
Many years ago, he looked out through a glassless window
Didn't understand, watch what he saw

Current Feeling...

The chains are locked and tied across the door

Top 60 of the 60s - #60 Booker T & the MGs

One of my all time favorite groups, for all the right reasons and come on..

Cropper & Dunn!

Philly - The Best Airport Music Evah

My new coworker is from Philly, and has an accent.  I couldn't place it, cuz its not Boston, its not NY, its something else, but still, I just dig accents. 

The night I spent on the streets in Philly is in the running for the best night of my lift, Philly holds this place in my heart as a that place... when its mentioned, I go quiet and smile, get warm and hum some TSOP.

Oddly enough, the BF said something tonight about Big Lizard in my Backyard, so I threw in the old cracked cassette and we sat and listened with such warmth.  My inner running dialog is voiced by Rodney Anonymous. I was saying that when I was a kid listening to them, I assumed they were from Texas? I had no idea what Philly was, I just remember a scream of "San Antonion TEXAS"

Anywhoo, young me was wrong, as usual and I pulled up this interview, and and relized in the first sentence out of Joe Jack Talcum's mouth, sounds just like my new coworker, when he says "Ramones" :) Ah.... a Philly accent!

Pleasure, up and down my smile

So much goin' on these days
Forget about instinct, it's not what pays
Pleasure, up and down my smile
A carton of eggs think
It's all worthwhile
Tell me spirit
What has not been done?
I'll rush out and do it
Or are we doin' it now?
Wordlesschorus
Fissure is the thrill of the day
Forget about feeling, that's not what pays
But you know all of this can change
Remember the promise as a kid you made
Wordlesschorus
We are the innovators, they are the imitators
Come on, hey don't you know how we started
We forgot about love but weren't brokenhearted
Wordlesschorus

Tinariwen

We had gone to the Belly Up to see Dengue Fever for my birthday a few years back, and these guys were sharing the bill. How blown away I was!

Should You Choose To Go, Please Be Careful of Lonesome Roads

Quarantine Day 2

Only mildly loosing my shit, have started vacuming with only the hand held hose 

and doing alot of squats.

And re-watching The West Wing.. for optimism.

Feel the Byrne

I have missed him, the world is so much better with a  healthy does of David.

Quadruple Screwdriver

My first memory of my Aunt Marcia was her big and preggos with my cousin Ryan.
Her golden brown hippy hair fanned out of that belly and for some reason, I connect her friendly smile welcoming me into her trailer when I was 4ish has a Led Zeppelin soundtrack.

I had been living in the back of some 70s sedan, it was roomie and the backseat was full of toys and stuffed animals.  The last memory is more from a spectator vantage.  There's a young kid, leaning up backwards in the backseat, elbows holding her up and questioning fists under her chin, watching the flooded streets dissappear as she stared.  Some visions would remain her whole life, the site of men in canoes, gliding slowly through the rain.  Its in slow motion,but perhaps the men are looking for people in distress, or bodies...

When Mom tells stories of living down on Colfax, tales of Cassady and Kerouac go thru my  head and I dream of her life being like theirs.  I want the tales of my Mother to be adventurous and downright crazy.  I need to believe that I came from a long line of Nagel ladies. All the Nagel ladies?
Yes, tell me of your long line of insanely interesting Nagel ladies.  Then I can feel that I am just perhaps par, and not as much "on the edge" ... as I usually do..