Name me all the digits of the alphabet, please
That doughnut. And the one there beside it. OK then, that's a short list of my favorite foods. There are, of course others. You do not get as pudgy as I am getting by being picky, and by that I do not mean an aversion to veggies is being picky, or else the whole thinking world would be picky. Just keeping us on the same page.
I have realized today that I have an identity. Thought I had left that far behind me, back in the day when I had an office and my name on the door. Well, turns out I still do sorta have a name on the door, just in significantly smaller letters. I am... drum roll.... Cubicle #PP1509. Thank you, thank you very much. I feel like a Dilbert plotline. Oh yeah.... heh heh heh, he said PP.
OK, time for another real customer quote... this job is gonna be a goldmine:
Smouldering
Why you walking on my heart
knowing tears will kill the spark
I've never really been that strong
you saw that in my eyes
My love spread like a crimson stain
just can't believe how much I gave
without a word you waved your hand
and that was your goodbye
Now I'm sitting here and I don't know why
I just can't get you off my mind
it might not hurt to cry
but then again I'm still on fire for you
and smouldering
slowly smouldering
Why'd you turn your back on me
without the common decency
to share what's on your mind
I could never tell those things
I'd pulled my heart out on my sleeve
tattooed for the world to see
you tied it up into a knot
and I tripped upon the strings
Now I'm sitting here and I don't know why
I just can't get you off my mind
it might not hurt to cry
but then again I'm still on fire for you
and smouldering
slowly smouldering
I only want for you
the same as what I want for me
to look into the past
be so proud of what we see
I only wanted you to know
I was always by your side
I guess that you just felt
it was too dangerous a ride
smouldering
the remnants of the fire
slowly smouldering
I should say that I'm still confused
never seen this side of you
mever saw the shadows
on the dark end of the street
And like the storm clouds blowing up
rolling in across the gulf
the lightning starts to dancing
from the darkest skies I've seen
You just laugh and walk away
suppose there's nothing left to say
I know that words mean nothing
but I'll say 'em anyway
'Cause I held my heart out in my hand
took a stick, and in the sand
I wrote I love you so the tide
could wash it all away
Smouldering
still on fire for you
and smouldering
Ed
Pascagoula, MS
Ramblin' Ed
That's what I'm about. Ramblin' Ed at 7:29 AM
3 comments:
I would pick one line but then I would have to pick another and another. I guess that means I just like it all the same or at least most parts. And since I found parts that I like I guess I just like it all. I bet I could use more words to say this but that would involve more than the less thought I have already put into this comment. In closing, I don't believe in the use of any hair care products unless it's aquanet hairspray in a potato gun. ::shrug:: -Jn
PP1509 sounds like a Ketchy number for a Girl named Jinny. Or maybe a used car lot...BR549. I like the band BR549, the band. They did a song about Betty Page. I like Betty Page. I think I've met that Dog before.
I don't think there are any digits in the alphabet, are there?
I've a distant relative who's in the music biz and he sent me some music type jokes and I guess if you was a musician type person they'd be funny. I'm not, but chuckled just the same.
And then I thought that yeah, Ramblin' Ed seems a musical sort and AI also, so maybe they'd enjoy these. So here goes the only musician type jokes I ever heard or will likely ever share again.
Q: What's the last thing a drummer says
before he gets kicked out of a band?
A: "When do we get to play MY songs?"
Q: What do you call a musician with a college degree?
A: Night manager at McDonalds.
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