Saturday, April 12, 2008
the second one i've had on this blog
And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.
Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.
Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Dear Readers
I think i have a problem. This problem, doesn't come in a bottle or paper. This problem doesn't go up my nose or in my elbow. My problem comes with dice and cards. Yes dear readers I have a gambling addiction. How do I know this? Well, after several weekends of loosing on average 10 or 20 dollars at a time I accept it is time to stop. I make a pledge to all the people who read this (i.e. no one) that i will never play another game of craps again. YAY me.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Thoughts on Emo/Indie/Alternative/Techno/Fringe i.e, not classic rock
Let me start by saying, I love classic rock. Everything about it, except for a few choice songs which for the sake of rebellion I reject (namely, Stairway to Heaven. My first touch with no classic stuff was, as with all things baggerboy, late. What can I say? Late bloomer. Speaking of late blooming, the slow movement would really benefit a lot of the other people feeling behind, its a great revolution combining liberal thought with reactionary technology. Seriously consider it. Changed my life a bit. Anyway, so I bloomed late, and at the tender age of 12 I heard Color of Mudd on a mix tape my dad made me. This was not life changing. My first thought was, whiny much?
As I got older, developed more counterculture longings, I decided that I would fight then man. I would listen to the real music about real life written by real people. As you probably already guessed, I'm talking about Green Day. This revolutionary band paved the road of my Indie phase. In retrospect, i was not as awesome as i felt playing those pirated songs. This was back when there was some rebellion in pirating. I was a pirate. YEAH!
Then of course, everyone had to go and like Green Day. Actually, everyone already liked Green Day, it just took me a few weeks to realize, oh that's not different. I do still treasure I fought the law and the law one, even though yes i know its a clash cover, but really, the clash wears way to much studded leather. Best version by far is the grateful dead. About the dead, any one who feels its necessary to own either a joint of the teddy bears is just wrong. Wrong. So moving back in time from Green Day to the Dead and then to early Marijuana Jazz. Louis Armstrong looks like Bob Marley minus the dreads when he preforms. Bob Marley; he is big with me know. I think all this may be the influence of stoners around me. Pot, good for music bad for the throats. What else is good for music? LSD. Later Beatles stuff is great. George Harrison went on to do great things with music as did Paul. Lennon, he got a little to political for me and seriously, Ono broke up the band and that's like killing Caesar. Et tu Yoko? Latins a lot like Italian which has a lot to do with French. French singes. Piaf, je t'aime. I do regret nothing. Kinda like Bob Dylan's like a Rolling Stone. Bob is God. Weird AL did do a great Dante though. Weird Al, lost me when he parodied the Piano man great song. Reminds me of those older days when smoking was healthy and alcoholism was a social obligation not a medical condition. Fast forward 100 years and you have AVA. Interesting in person. Meg and Dia opened for them in Worcester, and that is counter culture for ya. They might just be bad, but whatever. I am alone in my fandom, score. I leave you with this thought, that as the DKM's say, I'll probably die cold and alone, but kiss me I'm shitfaced. Thanks for your time and if you made it this far, props to ya.
As I got older, developed more counterculture longings, I decided that I would fight then man. I would listen to the real music about real life written by real people. As you probably already guessed, I'm talking about Green Day. This revolutionary band paved the road of my Indie phase. In retrospect, i was not as awesome as i felt playing those pirated songs. This was back when there was some rebellion in pirating. I was a pirate. YEAH!
Then of course, everyone had to go and like Green Day. Actually, everyone already liked Green Day, it just took me a few weeks to realize, oh that's not different. I do still treasure I fought the law and the law one, even though yes i know its a clash cover, but really, the clash wears way to much studded leather. Best version by far is the grateful dead. About the dead, any one who feels its necessary to own either a joint of the teddy bears is just wrong. Wrong. So moving back in time from Green Day to the Dead and then to early Marijuana Jazz. Louis Armstrong looks like Bob Marley minus the dreads when he preforms. Bob Marley; he is big with me know. I think all this may be the influence of stoners around me. Pot, good for music bad for the throats. What else is good for music? LSD. Later Beatles stuff is great. George Harrison went on to do great things with music as did Paul. Lennon, he got a little to political for me and seriously, Ono broke up the band and that's like killing Caesar. Et tu Yoko? Latins a lot like Italian which has a lot to do with French. French singes. Piaf, je t'aime. I do regret nothing. Kinda like Bob Dylan's like a Rolling Stone. Bob is God. Weird AL did do a great Dante though. Weird Al, lost me when he parodied the Piano man great song. Reminds me of those older days when smoking was healthy and alcoholism was a social obligation not a medical condition. Fast forward 100 years and you have AVA. Interesting in person. Meg and Dia opened for them in Worcester, and that is counter culture for ya. They might just be bad, but whatever. I am alone in my fandom, score. I leave you with this thought, that as the DKM's say, I'll probably die cold and alone, but kiss me I'm shitfaced. Thanks for your time and if you made it this far, props to ya.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
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