Unmeaning Flattery

Home | Blog | Search | RSS | Contact

Maybe Not So Bad

Thursday 07/19/2007 12:12 AM

Maybe this Alex stuff will be OK. He's bright, he listens, he makes jokes. I swear it's almost like this kid has a mind of his own. Did you guys reading my blog know about this?

I imagine you as rural denizens of some backwater stop along the tracks. You can hear the train a comin'. It's rollin' around the bend. And you ain't seen the sunshine since you don't know when.

You look up the way and that littlest one lifts his ear from the tracks and he starts saying: I bet there's rich folks eating in a fancy dining car. They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.

Well you know they've got it coming, you know they won't get free. Those people keep a movin' And that's what's gonna torture them.

By the time the conductors realize the indivisibility of their situation, they won't have time to pay any mind to all them locals sittin' in their lawn chairs, just feet from the tracks, because there will be (and I mean Hell with a capital H) Hell itself to book a last minute destination for, so the clouds can part and angels descend with miracles by the bushel.

All that bother to keep me and Alex sane over the days and weeks to come.

Well, ain'tchu sweet?

(With apologies to the long departed Man In Black.)

Link of the Day: Folsom Prison Blues - Lyrics

File Under: Alex; Me
Music: Tori Amos "The Original Bootlegs"

Permalink | Comments | Trackback

Previous Entry | Next Entry

©1969-2020 Peter Stuart Lakanen. All rights reserved.
Please report problems to webmaster.