whiskeytown takes One weeks off!!!!

hell with the world....

I've got something coming up - Jan 10th - to be exact....a gig... but I'm editing this post cause I'm starting back up - sort of creepy and George Orwellian of me, isn't it - :) -

In fact If I were a court official looking at this for specific incriminating evidence I'd take this post as evidence that all posts can and were tampered with just to screw with ya :)

you guys don't need me till then do you?

of all the times I've ever tried to keep a journal or regular writing project going, it fizzles - this blog has done very well, on the other hand - though I began wondering the other day how much of the lauded honesty would go south if I actually won a bracelet and had people coming here.

but I'm feeling isolated from the world and I'm on a downswing and don't feel like bitching about it - I have some new DVD's and a Star Wars Battlefront 2 for Xbox, - I'm going to explore that for a few days. I'm fucking DREAMING poker hands again - and when I do that, my performance always goes in the toilet - I'm back in firm 25% results after what was a nice 5 week run..

last time I went on vacation I caved after two days, but I think I'll take two weeks off....

at least from blogging - see ya after Jan 10th unless I cave in - which I usually do.

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I don't know why, but that line "my weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet" - that's in my head a lot tonight....so what the hell...

Mr. Tambourine Man, by Bob Dylan

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

RB