Ealain

well i was rollin wheels and shiftin gears
round that jersey turnpike
barney stopped me with his gun
ten minutes after midnight
said “sir, you broke the limit in this rusty ol truck
i don’t know about that accent, son
just where did you come from?”

i said where i come from
it’s cornbread and chicken
where i come from a lotta front porch sittin
where i come from tryin’ to make a livin’
and workin’ hard to get to heaven
where i come from

well i was south of detroit city
i pulled in this country kitchen
to try their brand of barbecue
the sign said finger-lickin
well i paid the tab and the lady aked me
how’d i like my biscuit
i’ll be honest with you, ma’am
it ain’t like mama fixed it

cause where i come from
it’s cornbread and chicken
where i come from a lotta front porch pickin
where i come from tryin’ to make a livin’
and workin’ hard to get to heaven
where i come from

i was chasin sun on 101
somewhere around Ventura
i lost a universal joint and i had to use my finger
this tall lady stopped and asked
if i had plans for dinner
said no thanks, ma’am, back home
we like the girls that sing soprano

i said where i come from
it’s cornbread and chicken
where i come from a lotta front porch sittin
where i come from tryin’ to make a livin’
and workin’ hard to get to heaven
where i come from

well I was headed home on 65
somewhere around kentucky
the cb rang for the bobtail rig
that’s rollin on like thunder
well i answered him and he asked me
aren’t you from out in tulsa
no, but you might’a seen me there
i just dropped a load of salsa

where i come from
it’s cornbread and chicken
where i come from a lotta front porch pickin
where i come from tryin’ to make a livin’
and workin’ hard to get to heaven
where i come from

where i come from
yeah it’s cornbread and chicken
where i come from a lotta back porch pickin
where i come from tryin’ to make a livin’
and workin’ hard to get to heaven
where i come from
where i come from
yeah where i come from
a lotta front porch sittin
and starin up at heaven
where i come from
oh where i come from

With everything else going on, I haven’t been much in the mood for blogging even though I still read the blogs of my blogroll daily (even if I don’t necessarilly always comment). What I’ve more felt like doing is an expirement. Have you ever noticed that one day a song will play and you are drawn to it when in days passed it passed by unnoticed? In the last week or so I’ve noticed that more and more and have felt like posting those lyrics but felt I’d probably bore you with random lyrics. But I wonder: would it show what state of mind you’re in at all by the lyrics, the melody, the rhythm you’re drawn to? Perhaps I should try. When I’m drawn to a song, I’ll post the lyrics. And see.

oh, life
it’s bigger
it’s bigger than you
and you are not me
the lengths that i will go to
the distance in your eyes
oh no i said too much
i set it up
thats me in the corner
thats me in the spot. light.
losing my religion
tryin to keep up with you
and i dont know if i can do it
oh no i said too much
i havent said enough
i thought that i heard you laughing
i thought that i heard you sing
i think i thought i saw you try
every whisper
of every waking hour
im. choosin my confessions
tryin to keep. an eye on you
like a hurt lost and blinded fool
fool
oh no i said too much
i set it up
consider this
consider this
the hint of the century
consider this
the slip
that brought me to my knees
pale
what if all these fantasies come
flailing around
now ive said
too much
i thought that i heard you laughing
i thought that i heard you sing
i think i thought i saw you try
but that was just a dream
that was just a dream
thats me in the corner
thats me in the spot. light.
losing my religion
tryin to keep up with you
and i dont know if i can do it
oh no i said too much
i havent said enough
i thought that i heard you laughing
i thought that i heard you sing
i think i thought i saw you try
but that was just a dream
try, cry, why, try
that was just a dream
just a dream
just a dream
dream

gray
quiet and tired and mean
looking at a worried scene
try to make you mad at me
over the phone

red
eyes and fires and signs
i’m taken by a nursery rhyme
i wanna make a ray of sunshine
and never leave home

no amount of coffee
no amount of cryin
no amount of whiskey
no amount of wine
no no no no no
nothing else will do
i’ve gotta have you
i’ve gotta have you

the road gets cold
there’s no spring in the middle this year
and i’m the new chicken
clucking open hearts and ears

oh such a premadonna
sorry for myself
but
green it is also summer
and i wont be warm
’til i’m lying in your arms

no amount of coffee
no amount of cryin
no amount of whiskey
no amount of wine
no no no no no
nothing else will do
i’ve gotta have you
i’ve gotta have you

i see it all through a telescope
guitar suitcase and a warm coat
lying in the back of the louve
humming a tune
mmmmm

no amount of coffee
no amount of cryin
no amount of whiskey
no amount of wine
no no no no no
nothing else will do
i’ve gotta have you
i’ve gotta have you

i’ve gotta have you

happy birthday, sweetie

So, I’m driving along enjoying my day, listening to Coldplay’s Viva La Vida (early download for preordering), and minding my own business. I turn into the lane for a left turn and wait at the red light. At this light, people tend to cut across and make the turn if nobody is coming from the other direction. However, plenty of cars were making their way so I took the extra time to continue listening/memorizing-the-lyrics.

Then, a car pulls behind me and starts blaring on his horn, obviously intending for me to make the turn and get hit by about five cars making their way towards the intersection. Idiot Driver is behind me and, obviously, either can’t see the cars coming or doesn’t give a damn about my safety. Of course, I don’t make the turn. Instead, I look in my rearview mirror at the source of the sound: a bald, angry 30-something who obviously has no patience (or no good music to enjoy while waiting). Idiot Driver begins motioning with his arms in a WTH manner, oblivious to the notion that I don’t want to get hit by oncoming traffic.

Question: If it is human nature to look towards a loud noise or big movement, why would somebody lean on a horn and motion wildly if they want you to drive ahead? Human nature would pull you to look at them, not the traffic ahead of you. So, in turn, you do the opposite of what they want.

Either way, I continued looking at him and then oncoming traffic and him and oncoming traffic. There was no way I could go. And, if there had been, I wouldn’t have gone just to make his day. Push me and I’m likely to dig my heels in.

Moral of the Story: Don’t be like Idiot Driver. Take your time. Prepare your day ahead of time so that you have plenty of time for running late and busy traffic conditions. Learn a little patience. Enjoy your day instead of spending it angry at others because you didn’t plan ahead. And, most important, find some appealing music to enjoy your time with (or in Idiot Driver’s case, to calm yourself down by).

…but that was when I ruled the world.