Well, I got a job and tried to put my money away
But I got debts that no honest man can pay
So I drew what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
Well now, ev'rything dies, baby, that's a fact
But maybe ev'rything that dies someday comes back
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
I keep on playing our favorite song,
I turn it up while you're gone,
It's all I've got when you're in my head,
And you're in my head, so I need it.
At night I drink myself to sleep and pretend
I don't care if you're not here with me
'Cause it's so much easier to handle
All my problems if I'm too far out to sea
But something better happen soon
Or it's gonna be too late to bring you back
"Fill up your mind with all it can know,
don't forget that your mind will let it all go.
Fill up your mind with all it can know,
What would we be without wishful thinking?"
Being 'forced' to get back into Lightroom recently to dig up some photos for work made me realise that there some photos that I took, but never did a lot with shortly before I put my camera down for its current extended hiatus. Perhaps in an attempt to get that creativity simmering ever so quietly in the back blocks of my brain, I'll start looking at them again, and occasionally, putting some here. It's as good as anywhere else. A story or two about the image might be nice as well.
In amongst all the science and what not. All in good time.
Big Sur, October 2010.Tweet
I'm down on my hands and knees,
Every time I hear a doorbell ring.
I shake like a toothache,
Every time I hear myself sing.
All my lies are only wishes,
I know I would die if I could come back new.
I would like to salute;
The ashes of American flags,
And all the fallen leaves,
Filling up shopping bags.