Walking to midnight
When it’s Tuesday, but you really want pizza
Important stuff first, like work before pleasure
I like this Brother, he shares a point of view
I to have a point of view
They’re democrats man, you still don’t get it do you, it’s what they. It’s all they do. They cannot be reasoned with. They cannot bargained with. They don’t feel pity or remorse or fear. And they won’t ever stop.
We have 9 Americans held in Venezuela, where are the G’damn democrats.
Don’t get me goin.
When your favorite song when you were young starts playing in an elevator, you know then, it’s been a short without realizing it. Walking to midnight was a song by Patsy Cline, I know it well, wasn’t even one of my favorites. File that under, just to damn bad.
Doing a project at the house, have to share story so you understand the context.
Was a time, there was no fancy GPS or other gizmos, she had to call the Coast Guard about the boat, they would relay the message, the boat would send message back they’d call her. One time the lake was downright being ugly, supper on the stove, was only 4 of kids at the time (dad wasn’t done yet). She called the Coast Guard, the boat is late, Mam, that boat been in for almost an hour. Dad never went to bar with his brothers, this time he did. She told us boys 7 and 8, watch the youngers ones. She took that hot frying pan with liver and onions and out the door she went. Seen Uncle’s truck at the bar, goes in and there is dad holding a PBR, she threw that hot frying at his feet, ” there’s your G’damn supper, came back home. Dad never went to the bar again, no what did, he built a bar in the basement, yea, I knew beer before mother’s milk was even a thing for babies. Sold the top which Mahogany to the wood worker, took 3 of us to haul it out, using the wood from underneath for corner ladder shelving. Real 2x2s and 2×4’s. There was a Emersion combo in the bar, of course it works, needs a new needle, been down there for years, opened it up, the last 45 played still there
She was Hardcore American because of Pearl.
Pretty cool when your mother says, I like that song, play it again. She just liked Steve.
I can see it now, the music people have these days on electronic devices go away because of dead interwebs, you’ll be pilin in asking me to play or play that, like I’m some sort of half disk jockey
