November 23rd, 2009
Bright Eyes – True Blue
I am a blueblood I will admit that
I dance in blue shoes and wear a blue hat
Live in a blue house on a blue street
In a blue town by a blue creek
I write my blue songs with my blue pen
I sing the blue notes to my blue friends
Now I don’t know that much about you
But I like you because you are true blue
I had a blue dream about a blue star
In it I drove there in a blue car
And when I got there I met a blue dog
With a blue tongue, we had real fun
We bounced a blue ball, it broke a blue glass
We banged on blue drums and called it bluegrass
I guess the thing I’m trying to tell you
Is that it is best, kid, if you’re true blue
Once I had gangrene, I had it real bad
And so the Doc came with his black bag
I said “You know doc, I don’t feel well
If you had a blue bag I think I’d get well”
So he came right back with a blue sack
He said “Will this do?” I said, “Why not? Yeah”
That is how I am here today to tell you
That it is best, man, to be true blueÂ
Out on the blue sea I sailed a blue ship
I had a first mate that always had blue lips
His name was Bluebeard, he had a weird twitch
We flew a blue flag up on a big stick
And we ate bluegill and we ate blue chips
Oh, I felt real blue eating that blue fish
Because there ain’t much that I won’t do
Unless it keeps me from being true blue
Once in a blue moon there is a blue sky
I wear blue jeans and fly my blue kite
It hangs like a bluebird until the wind dies
And then the tears pour out of my blue eyes
If it is your birthday we’ll bake a blue cake
And then we’ll eat it off my blue plates
Because, kid, I don’t know much about you
But I like you because you’re true blue
May 18th, 2008
Daniel Johnston – Go
(A homemade video here. )
So you think you’ve found the one
And she knows just how you feel
And you say that she’s for real and she’s fun
Well, that’s all well and good
That’s just the way it should be
To understand and be understood is to be free
So I think that you should go
Go on ahead
Take her in your arms and be wed
Go go go go go you restless soul
You’re going to find it
Go go go go go you restless soul
You’re going to find it
Life’s a bowl of cherries
You can have as many as you can carry
And someone once said that life was like a cow
But I don’t know how that applies
But anyhow here we are all on this planet
Taking everything for granted
But I think you’ve caught on to something
Don’t let go
Go go go go go you restless soul
You’re going to find it
Go go go go go you restless soul
You’re going to find it
Oh, yes you will, you found it
Oh, yes you did, you found it
Oh, yes you did, you found it.
October 26th, 2007
Living is like dreaming, you have to imagine to keep it alive.
I have this frequent dream in which there’s this man (myself) that drives all night. Nothing happens. He never stops or talks or anything, he just drives through the night to nowhere. I just wish I could wake up, ‘couse is starting to hurt.
Sleeper Agent (Just Waking Up) – Hallelujah The Hills
a test train rolls through at three in the morning
there are no passengers or stops
my interest level rises and then it drops
my life laid out in dictionary format
I’ve got a lot of entries under the M’s
and they say that Z is not the end
let’s all plug in to the telepathic disco
hard up for hand me downs no more
and the Koinos Kosmos gets us through the door
but the rag in the bottle doesn’t understand
that the well has a bottom in the other land
brace yourself for some foreign affairs
you could chalk it up but you haven’t got a blackboard
you could shrug it off but your shoulder’s broke
you could laugh it off but it isn’t a joke
and the funeral reminded me to call you
and leave the coordinates for the Bayou
I’m a sleeper agent just waking up
I should have worn a disguise
you should’ve looked more surprised
you’ve got me cornered
in color coordinated lake shore drives
ramparts and car parts in an enemy hive
it’s intelligence that doesn’t come from the mind
but I’ve got yours on mine
good morning comrade this is good coffee
let’s take a walk and peruse the reports
this will look a lot worse than it’ll hurt
