There's one last thing
I'll tell you if I can
It is not love
That makes a non-stick frying pan
But a top secret trademark conglomerated most likely carcinogenic polyurethane compound spread in a microthin layer over a negatively charged alloy of aluminum, iron, lead, titanium, magnesium, iron, wine, beryllium, geranium, mesopotamian, and some other elements too
And since you're gone
I wish I'd stuck to you
-Josh Ritter, "Science Song" (listen here)
Commonplace-book. Formerly Book of common places. orig. A book in which ‘commonplaces’ or passages important for reference were collected, usually under general heads; hence, a book in which one records passages or matters to be especially remembered or referred to, with or without arrangement. First usage recorded: 1578. - OED
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Friday, August 27, 2010
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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Me and Jiggs
Me and Jiggs staring at the ceiling
The stars above the radar range
Song from a station wagon laying foundations
On the shadows of overpassing planes
I'm feeling good, at seven o'clock
We're gonna drive across the county line
And find Saturday night like an orphan child
That the good days left behind
And I'm not sure we can make it stay
Sun's going down and it's another day
Me and my friends sitting in the park
Drinking beer underneath the trees
Lying on your back as the sun goes down,
You know it's perfect cause you've gotta leave
On a Saturday night in a town like this
I forget all my songs about trains
A bar with a jukebox and you on my arm
Heaven and earth are pretty much the same
And I'm not sure we can make it stay
Sun's going down and its the end of the day
Later on sitting on the porch
Talking like the night could last all night
Like we are all half crazy
And all at least half alright
Sitting on the porch singing Townes Van Zandt
Play guitar to burn off the hours
Till we climb the fences at the edge of town
And paint our names on the water towers
And I'm not sure we can make them stay
Sun's going down at the end of the day
-Josh Ritter
The stars above the radar range
Song from a station wagon laying foundations
On the shadows of overpassing planes
I'm feeling good, at seven o'clock
We're gonna drive across the county line
And find Saturday night like an orphan child
That the good days left behind
And I'm not sure we can make it stay
Sun's going down and it's another day
Me and my friends sitting in the park
Drinking beer underneath the trees
Lying on your back as the sun goes down,
You know it's perfect cause you've gotta leave
On a Saturday night in a town like this
I forget all my songs about trains
A bar with a jukebox and you on my arm
Heaven and earth are pretty much the same
And I'm not sure we can make it stay
Sun's going down and its the end of the day
Later on sitting on the porch
Talking like the night could last all night
Like we are all half crazy
And all at least half alright
Sitting on the porch singing Townes Van Zandt
Play guitar to burn off the hours
Till we climb the fences at the edge of town
And paint our names on the water towers
And I'm not sure we can make them stay
Sun's going down at the end of the day
-Josh Ritter
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