FRIEND
Its been a while since we checked in at the Tribute to the Best Blog in the World, the truth is that me and the other editor of this thing, Denzel Washington, had been on a safari in Morrocco. T'was a beautiful time. Who knew Mexicans could count and play shuffle board at the same time?
Anyways, I want to dedicate this post to all of the troops overseas, You are serving our country bravely and I just want to say...hahhaaha, just fucking with ya (The last comment was sacrcasm and should be interrupted as such, please do not revoke my U.S. citizenship. I love this country and I support your War of Terror (Borat)).
No this is one for my buddy, one of my lifepartners, Matt Kotrba. Thanks for reminding me what's really important in this bionic hyperbole carved White Castle cravecase called life.
Everybody puts on blue shoes and blue hats and blue pants with blue socks. Especially the Irish. But Matt wore red a lot and sometimes even green, and during his more wild years, yellow and sometimes even brown. There's a WORD for people who fully grasp the fleeting benality of existense, laugh at it, and then choose to act otherwise, they direct their feet outside of the pervailing mundane segregated lines of say, a sidewalk or schedule. The word Im looking for is LIVING. It's an important one.
Thanks Matt.
Some of the clearest purest Nike Air Jordan times I ever had in my life were with you. Formative years, pubeless years, but great years none the less. I will never forget you, but more importantly, Im going to keep everything we did in a keyless vault in my cranium for the rest of my life. I will see you on the other side my brother.
THIS really MUST BE THE PLACE.
TALKING HEADS
This Must Be the Place
Home is where i want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(so i) guess i must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok i know nothing's wrong . . nothing
Hi yo i got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up + say goodnight . . . say goodnight
Home - is where i want to be
But i guess i'm already there
I come home - -she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did i find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where i'll be . . . where i'll be
Hi yo we drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all tose kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till i'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head ah ooh
Anyways, I want to dedicate this post to all of the troops overseas, You are serving our country bravely and I just want to say...hahhaaha, just fucking with ya (The last comment was sacrcasm and should be interrupted as such, please do not revoke my U.S. citizenship. I love this country and I support your War of Terror (Borat)).
No this is one for my buddy, one of my lifepartners, Matt Kotrba. Thanks for reminding me what's really important in this bionic hyperbole carved White Castle cravecase called life.
Everybody puts on blue shoes and blue hats and blue pants with blue socks. Especially the Irish. But Matt wore red a lot and sometimes even green, and during his more wild years, yellow and sometimes even brown. There's a WORD for people who fully grasp the fleeting benality of existense, laugh at it, and then choose to act otherwise, they direct their feet outside of the pervailing mundane segregated lines of say, a sidewalk or schedule. The word Im looking for is LIVING. It's an important one.
Thanks Matt.
Some of the clearest purest Nike Air Jordan times I ever had in my life were with you. Formative years, pubeless years, but great years none the less. I will never forget you, but more importantly, Im going to keep everything we did in a keyless vault in my cranium for the rest of my life. I will see you on the other side my brother.
THIS really MUST BE THE PLACE.
TALKING HEADS
This Must Be the Place
Home is where i want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(so i) guess i must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok i know nothing's wrong . . nothing
Hi yo i got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up + say goodnight . . . say goodnight
Home - is where i want to be
But i guess i'm already there
I come home - -she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did i find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where i'll be . . . where i'll be
Hi yo we drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all tose kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till i'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head ah ooh
1 Comments:
good work fitz. naive melody- gorgeous
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