I feel pretty good this Friday.  I mean, I could piss & moan (probably will a little) …or

join the ranks who wager some armchair critique or another about an arbitrary music act,

just to rub my two sticks ~~~ even though my own song recording & touring experience is

nil in comparison, but then what good would I have done the whole?  ...Nah, Mick, I’d say

it’s probably a pretty good Friday. The da dubious devout one last week, that was a pretty

good Friday too, but, for so many, another stolen ritual from likely a far more meaningful

sect of ancient humanists; & …yet probably as good as any reason for kindred folks

to gather & revive whatever it iz inside that helps them cope. 

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

she kills, with foreign films, the emptiness of day to day
and i wait until the weekend comes so i can

clear this uselessness from my brain
i count the days until she arrives
those precious minutes when she is mine
as we walk from my front door to her car
we’re so close and alone
but that will disappear

in a room filled with the warmth of others company
there’s just too much company
so i hide my wounded pride and stare off into the other cars
if i could just speak the words to tell her exactly how i feel
i count the ways that i might say it
but i know that none of them will work

because she won't feel the same
i've come this far
but i can't go through with it

because the truth would hurt
too much
this hurts too much
she goes back to the west coast to drink in the sunshine
and i’ll stay here in these dead plains
and try to make a seed grow
and i would pray for rain
if i thought that that would help

& all…that…jazz .. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bq9tbldX4fA