blood on the tracks may be one of the most amazin albums of all time....no, wait, it definately is....check out jeff tweedy doing this song too, from the im not there soundtrack...jeff tweedy is good....i like the jim james version of acupulco from that soundtrack too...anything really being covered off the basement tapes is good......my face hurts from smiling....a while ago....what seems like a LOOOOONGGGG while ago, i wrote about an author that i fell in love with last spring...i went to a reading of his randomly w/ cody the drunken 4 yr old and his lady love.....after a day of drinking, there really is nothing better than a sad sad sad story being told by a hot hot hot guy...hahahaha, i went home and ordered ALL of his books online. i do believe i even posted the link here so you could do the same...i wonder if anyone did??? ahhhhhhh no....anyway, i sailed through all of them, they are so good...and i started jonesing for more sean carswell....well there is no more...he hasnt published a novel since 'train wreck girl'....and while i am sad, i do understand....i mean, only stephen 'bad endings' king cranks out books 2 a year or whatever...so carswell's last book came out only this summer....patience is a virtue...:) i look in the live today (our version of a weekly, its NOT great) and who should be on the cover????? why sean carswell, and he's doing a reading on saturday here in the mtns....swoooooooooooon. he's also going to be at uptown for the dharma bums anniversary fest...i hate it that james jay always does his lit fests so early in the day...im going to be hard pressed to make both events, but fuck, its sean carswell!!!! im going to come out of my skin w/ excitement i do believe....robert is going hiking that day, and he's going to have a blast...the place he's headed is one of the most beautiful places on the planet and certainly in this state....but selfishly, i wish he was coming to see this reading with me........he's a book nerd, he'd appreciate it, and more importantly, carswell makes my genitals swell if you know what im sayin....hahahah, no seriously. please please please read some of his stuff...he's the founder of razorcake...do you know what that is?http://www.razorcake.org/site/ RAZORCAKE is the first and only official non-profit DIY punk rock fanzine in America primarily dedicated to supporting independent music culture. and he often writes for other zines......he mostly does short stories, like the ones in punch and pie and barneys crew is brilliant.....but this novel of his is SO brilliant. he has a way of telling stories that is very relatable...and i like that, its good. k, thats all, just check him out, and hope for me that i dont ACTUALLY come out of my skin....gross.
They sat together in the park
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin' by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.
As the evening sky grew dark,
She looked at him and he felt a spark tingle to his bones.
'Twas then he felt alone and wished that he'd gone straight
And watched out for a simple twist of fate.
They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a strange hotel with a neon burnin' bright.
He felt the heat of the night hit him like a freight train
Moving with a simple twist of fate.
A saxophone someplace far off played
As she was walkin' by the arcade.
As the light bust through a beat-up shade where he was wakin' up,
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about a simple twist of fate.
He woke up, the room was bare
He didn't see her anywhere.
He told himself he didn't care, pushed the window open wide,
Felt an emptiness inside to which he just could not relate
Brought on by a simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks
And walks along with a parrot that talks,
Hunts her down by the waterfront docks where the sailers all come in.
Maybe she'll pick him out again, how long must he wait
Once more for a simple twist of fate.
People tell me it's a sin
To know and feel too much within.
I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
Blame it on a simple twist of fate.
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