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just got the yen to blab...

went for a nice walk last night with a friend, matthew... we walked to tim hortons and had a snack, then over to pams for buns on her birthday, then matt walked me home cuz it was getting dark out. i think i may still develope blisters on the fronts of the balls of my feet cuz i wore my winter clogs (that are in their death throes) because it was raining, and they killed my feet, bah. maybe i'll take them to the free-store at the clubhouse, maybe one of the guys could use them, lol...

am out of instant coffee, so i made a pot of real stuff in my stove top drip pot thingy, and i guessed on the amount of coffee.... it's STRONG!!!! but really nummy, with enough sugar and milk.... i'm also out of milk, so i have evaporated milk in there (ergo i use less of it in a cup than regular milk so the can will last) and... well, i love my whole milk. this is about my dream coffee.... 1/2 really strong coffee, demerera sugar, and 1/2 whole milk. mmmmm....... but the coffee has to be strong strong strong for it to still be strong when it's half diluted with milk, y'know?

i am totally in love with tom waits as an artist and musician... brilliant... genius... unique. a true artist.

love the breathing in this one...


oooh, my darlin' pammy just dropped off a jug of milk for me!!!! what a darling!!!! i love her!!!!! :D :D :D

i listen to this song over and over again... who cares about understanding the words? lol.. i love it....

Crest fallen sidekick in an old cafe
Never slept with a dream before he had to go away
Theres a bell in the tower
Uncle ray bought a round
Dont worry about the army
In the cold cold ground

Now dont be a cry baby
When theres wood in the shed
Theres a bird in the chimmney
And a stone in my bed
When the roads washed out
They pass the bottle around
And wait in the arms
Of the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground

Theres a ribbon in the willow
And a tire swing rope
And a briar patch of berries
Takin over the slope
The catll sleep in the mailbox
And well never go to town
Til we bury every dream in
The cold cold ground
Cold cold ground

Gimme a winchester rifle and a whole box of shells
Blow the roof off the goat barn
Let it roll down the hill
The piano is firewood
Times square is a dream
I find well lay down together in the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground
Cold cold ground

Call the cops on the breedloves
Bring a Bible and a rope
And a whole box of rebel
And a bar of soap
Make a pile of trunk tires
And burn em all down
Bring a dollar with you baby
In the cold cold ground
Cold cold ground

Take a weather vane rooster
Throw rocks at his head
Stop talking to the neighbors
Til we all go dead
Beware of my temper
And the dog that Ive found
Break all the windows in the
Cold cold ground
Cold cold ground

i love the.... non-commercial-ness of his music. it inspires me to sit at the piano and really find my groove like little else has, it's really God that's introduced me to tom waits... i think when i'm really relaxed my voice is more like his than most 'singer/songwritresses'' are.... inspires me to be me, to write and sing from the gut... my topics would be quite different from his, of course, no 'the piano has been drinking', lol, that's not my life experience to draw from, ha!!!! oh, but now i have to post that song.... it's brilliant in terms of setting a scene and drawing you into the mood of a room/situation... now that's poetic artistry!!!!
http://www.dizzler.com/music/Tom_Waits/The_Piano_Has_Been_Drinking

and he's not afraid to experiment: (note the tone of mockery of 'out west'... love it... 'i got hair on my chest, i look good without a shirt!' just cracks me up....)


ok, tata for now.... may post later some thoughts from recent devos.... :D