Cheeseburger eater in relatvely expensive paradise

I was working yesterday and they kept making me stop. Seems civilians have rules for working and rules for not working. (One of the two examples from yesterdayis that I was having fun and was not hungry, but had to stop for lunch anyway.)

Newly divorced dudes write good songs. This one has been around about 9 years now. TAD did a kind of hard, bluesy version of this, But DRE's acoustic version is very simple and yet very powerful.

As my good buddies, The Black Panthers, used to say in the early '70s, "Right arm, brother. I feel ya*."

Raining

I wish it wasn't raining
it's messing up my plans
to sit drinking 'neath the moonlight
and forgetting where I am
Ain't one for feeling sorry
ain't one for feeling blue
there ain't much I'm afraid of
except memories of you

(chorus)
Point fingers at me darling,
throw stones upon my grave
don't owe no more apologies
no matter what you think
curse me like the darkness
but like darkness I'll be gone
to be sleeping in the warm and open
arms of alcohol

I'm no big thinker
and it's so simple girl
me wrapped around your finger
you were my whole world
Beauty I'm beholding
to me you held the moon
a moon that slowly faded
for you could not be true

(chorus)
Point fingers at me darling,
throw stones upon my grave
I owe no more apologies
no matter what you think
curse me like the darkness
but like darkness I'll be gone
to be sleeping in the warm and open
arms of alcohol

This is just a small town
listening to the buzz
saying how I'm saying
that you wasn't where you was
You could not be troubled
to put my mind at ease
and you may bring me down
but it will not be to my knees

(chorus)
Point fingers at me darling,
throw stones upon my grave
don't owe no more apologies
no matter what you think
curse me like the darkness
but like darkness I'll be gone
to be sleeping in the warm and open
arms of alcohol

I wish it wasn't raining
it's messing up my plans
to sit drinking 'neath the moonlight
and forgetting where I am
Ain't one for feeling sorry
ain't one for feeling blue
there ain't much I'm afraid of
except memories of you

Ed
St Croix, USVI

* I don't think it was "I feel ya, yo" yet. Still, I'm a dude with real street cred. I taught Eminem how to spell.

No pre-soak necessary, out
Ramblin' Ed