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...We've Got Rules!...

(READ IN A BROOKLYN ACCENT)

We've got rules and agreements in this society...like if I'm walking home with these groceries in this hand, this coffee in my other hand, and I drop the coffee, I don't pick it up...someone else will come by later and pick it up...and I can move on with my day that was almost ruined by my dropped coffee...and move on without the litterer (er, er) guilt...Yeah, that's one of the agreements, and many more are to come.

RIP White Stripes...

..."need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head"...Insomniac...

...I see the morning light

I see the morning light
Well, it's not because
I'm an early riser
I didn't go to sleep last night...

...Bob Dylan lyric from Walkin' Down the Line, a song I first heard from my latest purchase, Bob Dylan - The Witmark Demos: 1962-1964.

...It's like having a brand new, or two, Dylan albums...check it out...nothing has been more of a remedy to my insomnia than his voice...I don't know if that's completely true...but I do know it's not completely false...whatever that means...I shouldn't have written that and left you wondering if I was trying to be funny or deep...or something...can you say "or something" after "deep"...I know the answer to that is 100% "Yes" - because I just did...anyways...it's fun to just look at the above picture...and wonder...I advise you to do so...while I unload this dump truck...

Looking into an empty room
I like seeing instruments just sitting there
And wonder about the possibilities
that can be put into the air
I too, like looking at still-photographs
of an artist just sitting
I know she's thinking of what the future's going to be bringing
And what about the moment of silence
before one starts singing
That moment of conception or creation
Put a pen to pad
And whatever's jotted is foreverlasting
Can leave us crying, balling
tears running
or laughing
Not thinking about it
But the next moment could be crashing
Things aren't in the process of
Or we don't notice the process, "stopping"
Things just.

..."need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head"...

...And I hope we meet, the day before tomorrow...

...Background music for your sorrows...

...Coasters for your coffee or maybe alcoholic beverages...

...Topic of a circled conversation...

...Ain't nobody really saying anything...

...Distraction for what you don't want to be facing...

...Adding to the adage, a pillage of racing thoughts unneeded

and can't keep up this mileage...

...Yet slows your roll

and can redefine what you thought to be your role...

...Providing a new beat to your stroll

as you walk down the street in brand news

but feel you have a hole in your soul, sole...

...Am I talking about his physical album, his music

or just the thought of?...

...And I hope we meet,
the day before tomorrow... ...

...another, work in progress...just like you...and your momma...

...Vist to Doc...I'm fine...just in search of new material...

An old woman in a Brooklyn Heights doctor's office talked to the receptionist so loudly that everyone now knows her biography...I never wanted to know all this info...including how she wishes that Indian woman were here...and that she is mighty healthy and is going to show the doctor what she can do...oh, and it's colder in New York today than it is in Alaska today...

...This woman should be placed...placed because she can barely walk...in every waiting room across this nation...Try her Elvis banana shake she talked about...I'm inclined to ask her to be my writing partner...she's got endless material....and she doesn't even know it's comedy...She's rooting for the Raiders to make the playoffs, she announced...and she wants to wake up at 3 AM to watch Dark Side of the Moon...more to come soon...

..."need a dump truck, baby, to unload my head"...

...on 12/20/10, unloaded this...

...Ideas we admire...
...Thinkin' they inspire...
...As we sit there staring holes in walls...
...Thinkin' we stand tall
and one day we'll be the ones to do the inspiring...
...On occasion thinkin' our brains need rewiring...
...But still continue mouthin' the words...
...The next minute's existence forgotten...
...Pretending to be the one singing...
...Starin'...
...And losing yourself...
...Forgetting about the inspiring...
...But do so, unintentionally...
...Like the singer did so...
...That you pretended to be...
...In the first place...
...Now place your delusion upon this recorder...

...And this...

...They're playing while you're working...
...They think you've been playing while they've been working...
...And this may lead to a relation not working...
...Your explanation at present isn't working...
...Maybe take some time off from it...
...Take a breath, a break, a hit, a shot...
...Whatever that enables you to unlock a "proper" explanation...
...Nobody is truly looking for inspiration...
...Just an explanation for the reason you are the way you are...
...And so far, you haven't presented it properly
or well enough in your presentation...
...Why keep people waiting?...
...Stop playing...
...While everyone is working...
...Oh it's oh so beautiful when this playing starts working...
...And that's the explanation I'm giving...

...a work in progress...just like you are...