Emmylou Harris – Leaving Louisiana in the Broad Daylight
Naw! I Love Las Vegas/Or, As More Frequently Referred: “Lost Wages!!!” I Love Louisiana Too!!!–See Be-low! — Elisabeth Shue!!
“I May Drink Too Much!
Smoke too Much!
Stay Out Late Out Late At Night Yoo Much!
Please Marry Me!
I Promise To Be True!
Life is Just a Tire Swing!
Hitch Yer Wagon to a Star!
Cred for vid: Croonr1
“I’m Just a Tired, Worn-Out, Broken Swing!”
This is Such a Charming Video!
‘Nother Fun Fack:
Lance is A Dumb-Ass With No Class!
Gotta Make a Livin’
I Love You Emmylou!
You Are So Beautiful!
I Love You!
Way Too Close to my-HOME!
(Fun, Pointless Fact: Those Are Baby Koi Carp in That Fish Tank)
I know My Fish! Trust Me On This!
And pondering why I love the TV show, ‘Nashville’ so much.
Many a time while stationed in San Diego, I would make a spur of the moment decision to drive the five hours to Vegas.
Occasionally with a buddy or two after closing down a bar somewhere downtown San Dog. Once or twice with a female accomplice, but usually alone.
(Not Many were brave enuff, or stupid enuff, to get into my car at two a.m.)
“It’s OK. We (I) can sober up on the road. We’ll get to Vegas about sunrise.”
Would just show up, never having the wherewithal or forethought to reserve a room so I’d just nap in my Tornado if necessary.
But then, I never really slept while in Vegas anyhow. Why would I need a room?
Too bad I was born too late to experience “The Rat Pack.” Maybe if I accumulate enough good Karma, I can come back as Sammy Davis Jr. Or Frank Sinatra. Stranger things have happened, in the night, eh?
Dean Martin, caught in a Gravity Storm.
I am so sick of people.
(Present company excluded)
I got nothing left to say
But don’t hold your bated breath
The Last Time I Saw Richard
“The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me, “All romantics meet the same fate Some day, cynical and drunk and boring
Someone in some dark cafe”
My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink and I don’t Love Jesus – Jimmy Buffett
“If I don’t die by Thursday I’ll be roarin’ Friday night”
Story of My Life
That Old Man and The Sea
P.S. Richard Shot hiss-self in the Head After He Went to FLA!
Broke My Fucken Heart!
I Adore You Annie!
“I’m Livin’ In An Empty Room”
I Hear Ya Girl!
Yeah! I Crashed my Booze Glass
Had to draft it to be my spittoon
Shit Like This Happens.
In this Mouse-House O’ Mine
It’s Not Unusual:
Tom Jones “It’s Not Unusual” (April 21, 1968)
On The Ed Sullivan Show:
Wine Glass Broke All To Bits an’ Pieces.
Wine Shards All Over My Floor…
All Over-The Floor
I Must Drink
Directly Outta The Bottle
Even Mo’ Bettah!I
Actually Prefer This Way
(Cuts Our the Middle-Man)
Did This Prevent Me From Walkin’ All Over it?
I Enjoy To Bleed
Falling into that world that is, yet not is…
That Nether World,
Which Doesn’t Exist,
Save Only In-My-Dreams
And for Any of Y’all Who wish to ‘Edit’ Me:
To My Fallow Writer
Do Not attempt to Edit the Insane.
That could only end Badly.
‘Ole Blue Eyes
Cred: Frankie… Duh
I am a moron.
Just how I roll.
Ninety-Nine Percent of my Best Prose Never sees the Light of My… My… My Computer.
It just floats about in my head.
Lost in That Somnambulistic State of Glorious Oblivious Glee…
When I am lying to me in me bed, I ‘write’ some very, very, Very Great Shite.
Alas, It don’t make it to the transmission point.
Once awake, It is Gone.
Note to self: Keep a pen an’ pad next to Your Bed.-Instead
Some of my Best Posts languish away in my nether sleep
“You Never Give Me Your Money, Only Your Situation”
Cred for Vid: el perro beatle
Note to Land-Lady:
The Money is Coming