Yeah, I know this is hokey like a smoky and a coca-cola with real sugar init, sittin on a vinyl

bar stool next to pop years before he succumbed to the rigors of lost mortise and dropped-

outa the game of life   But some things from the heart are that way.  I suppose that’s why,

more often than not, we keep em to ourselves.  But Shelby & I have always leaned on our

Tom Petty albums for those times when we don’t want to feel the weight of the day or night

~~ but don’t necessarily want to put it down;  just carry it a little easier as we sip our wine

or drink our beer and occupy a little space together.  So we watched the 2006 documentary,

“Runnin’ Down a Dream”, and, if you dig im at all, we recommend it.      As I said, this is

a little lot…schmaltzy but it’s a li’l ditty that I scratched back in ’95, minus the chords, and

it still holds true to me today as far as that place between asleep and awake. Probly you

might wana skip it & jus go t the link to hear a song by a real poet....

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some guy who grew up with david baerwald meets radiohead and pearl jam @ uncle neil’s crazy horse campground & fishery where they sit around the fire writing a song with tom petty and two ancient and well-dressed r&b guys with dark skin, dark glasses, and a new blues-harp in Bb that roger waters gave tom;  i don’t know if i’m there in person or as a tree beside the clearing ~~ either way, it’s a purty good gig ~~ come morning the drummer from u2, with  bob geldof and jewel, pile up in a truck;  it’s sunday, i believe, and another week begins revealing…that i’m only dreaming;  it’s been a long time now,  resound asleep just one more in a million rock-roll streams beaming as if we were to transport ourselves backward one hour and a half…just to see what we’d been thinking….  oh yes, but no it illustrates, in theory, the point being ‘bout knowing we’re only dreaming…& it’s wake-up time oh baby find me the key to open the big door to the spree where dreams become reality   we’ve been stuck here on th outside, no, not looking in because we’ve been happy dreamin  you say it may take years   & it is years that we’ve been reeling,  barring any unforeseen tambourine solo that…could not possibly have been in my dream anymore

tom petty’s my hero, ya, he don’t kill you with doom   he jus pick up a twangy tele and he show you how to play the room    it’s not how u wear your so famous as you casually play some tunes   no, you jus pick up a twangy tele and you show me how to play the room   tom petty’s my hero, ya, he don’t kill you with doom   he jus pick up a twangy tele and he show you how to play the room  he just pick-up a twangy tele & he play th room

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OM_0GMGgoYM

getting a little bit jiggy like some ancient ol’ rocker…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TMaOd3pcP2I

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:[ Dem Dems and Repugnants can all bite my lieberman, take a hike up a creek without a

paddle to swing @ mine & I on any given Monday,  ‘cause it just ain’t happenin anymore

Less D Dem is willin t take   a lie-detectr test in a national forum o free thinkin academics,

Or can say without a shadow of a doubt that they r certainly a wholly independent thinker

*Of th ways & the means to follow th format laid down wit great pains by our forefathers

If my ol’ mom could still swing a solid left, she’d dot u square in the snake eyes, yeh bad

bad dad dad daddio, who d’ya think u are to steel my favorite country and put it in a jar?

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