1979
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below'>
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured'>
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
Justine never knew the rules,
To see that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of sound
I haven't talked to my Dad in about...five months. I called him today and it went really well. All the photos posted are from a very large assortment he sent to me. Some are moi (obviously), Pops, my little brother (Binky) and his girlfriend (Crystal), the Civil War re-enactments my family participates in (I'm a member of the National Civil War Re-enacting Association as well) and Tommy is thrown in the mix. The last photo is one my Mom took last time she was in Santa Cruz...that's my beach. I love it there.
Enojoy.