Greetings from Laurel Canyon!
When she said, “Don’t waste your words, they’re just lies, ” I cried she was deaf / And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes, and said, “What else you got left?” / It was then that I got up to leave, but she said, “Don’t forget / Everybody must give something back for something they get”
I stood there and hummed, I tapped on her drum, I asked her how come / And she buttoned her boot, and straightened her suit, and she said, “Don’t get cute” / So I forced my hands in my pockets and felt with my thumbs / And gallantly handed her my very last piece of gum
As the first month 2023 spins us around and around into February, I’m asking myself, “I am just just fucking with myself”? At times I’m like Bob Dylan fucking playing games with his audience, save my audience is just in between my ears.
It’s likely best not to think too much and enjoy a few songs, and dig on another beautiful day here in our canyon. Mid 70s sunny and clear?
“Think less, breathe deep, listen cool.”
Idelic Single of the Week: Scowl – Opening Night
Canyon dayz, gotta love em’.
