No man is an island; although, often times, I feel alone…

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the
continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a
manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes
me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know
for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. “

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One Headlight

“One Headlight”

So long ago, I don’t remember when
That’s when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees

I seen the sun comin’ up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place

[сhorus:]
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There’s got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight

She said it’s cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can’t break away from this parade
But there’s got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin’ all there’s good and nothingness is dead
We’ll run until she’s out of breath
She ran until there’s nothin’ left
She hit the end-it’s just her window ledge

[chorus]

Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn’t turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I’d like to watch it burn
I’m so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain’t changed, but I know I ain’t the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin’ dreams
I think her death it must be killin’ me

[chorus]

Song from The Wallflowers, Bringing Down the Horse, Released in 1996.
Words and Music by Jakob Dylan

“Space Station, this is Mission Control, is there anyone out there??”

“Mission Control, over. Space Station, do you copy???”

“I repeat, IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE?!??!?


Demand > Supply = Scarcity + Inflation: And The Quest for Economic Equilibrium

Demand > Supply = Scarcity + Inflation:

And The Quest for Economic Equilibrium

I.

So get this:

Loneliness, is going to be…

the death of me.

I grew up in a tiny dull room; (alone),

and as I grew, I got beat down (by life).

Cut down like an old soul tree.

TiMMM-ber!

Eventually, I had to remove myself from the dysfunctional equation that = family.

Like a newly  decommissioned dependent variable, I was free;

even if it meant that one could no longer understand me independently.

(I tried to make it work.)

II.

So get this:

Loneliness, is going to be…

the death of me.

Nothing is ever good enough;

nothing is ever enough.

Withheld love…

FINE!

Keep it like a secret.

I’m downhill skiing life now anyhow…

(Wheeeeeee!)

and I’m not trying to slow down.

III.

So get this:

Loneliness, is going to be…

the death of me.

Pistol packing Loneliness has been trailing me endlessly for years…

and now with a  gun to my head,

I know that SHE wants ME dead.

(In my ear she‘s been making all kinds of threats.)


Just another day… (Still Waiting)

Just another day… (Still Waiting)

The rules don’t exist for a reason.

Stupid silly dreams of something better.

Failed mysteries;

Lost ideas;

and more broken people…

and trees with leaves that fall down and then later get replaced after Earth moves.

I don’t know anything anymore…

so I’m still waiting.