— St. Maximos the Confessor
Well I was late to class and out of gas
So I grabbed a bull and I hoped it last
When I saw a pretty girl and I had to ask
“How d’you stay so thin?”
She said Adderall, Adderall
Three days you’re up and the next you fall
Sure love taking that Adderall
It’s what helps me keep so trim
When I got to class Ol’ Teacher asked
Why my grades were down and fallin’ fast
He said Son the final’s your last at bat
so get yer but in gear!
If I fail the class, they’ll kick me out
I’ll lose my scholarship without a doubt
Then the pretty girl began to twitch and shout
and nearly busted my ear
She said Adderall, Adderall
Three days you’re up and the next you fall
You’ll make the grade with Adderall
It’ll help you persevere
Well that final was only three days away
had to act fast before I strayed
So I asked the pretty girl if there was any way
she could get me that study aid
She handed me three by thirty mgs
I gulped them down and my heart seized
Then fell to the ground on my bended knees
And I began to pray
Adderall, Adderall
Three days your up and next you fall
Lord help me get through this Adderall
And I’ll change my ways today
Pretty girl helped me up off the ground
Said “Hit the books time to knuckle down
Stay clear of the bars in this college town
And you’ll earn that phd.”
well I knuckled down for three days straight
overslept and got to class late
but I aced that final teacher said your great
and I graduated barely cum laude
I went to the dorm to thank the pretty girl
When I found her room my toes curled
She was sprawled on the floor white as a pearl
Study aid killed her dead
Adderall, Adderall
Three days you’re up and next you fall
Don’t go takin’ that Adderall
‘Cause it will kill you dead
Recorded this morning after two cups of really nice coffee… with an Electro-Voice microphone, Focus Rite Scarlett pre-amp, 88Khz, to Audacity.
Here’s a song I tried recording this morning… I didn’t get all the way through because I had just finished practicing scales and I got a “slowhand”. Medium strings on an acoustic guitar will make you look like Popeye by the end.
Well you’re tearin’ at your face and sobbin’ on the floor
Bangin’ on the windows and bangin’ on the doors
Don’t go bangin’ on your plate glass heart
I ‘been a mutterin’ and wondrin’ why you be this way
Surely it can’t be things I do and say
I’m worried ‘bout your plate glass heart
You ‘been a holerin and a huffin all over my glasses
Foggin’ up the lenses and makin lots of scratches
Can’t see inside your plate glass heart now
Hearts were made to break, And the pieces fall right back in place,
And since yours is made of glass, stop takin me to task
‘Cause I love you till my last dyin’ day.
Well you’re a little bit fragile and a little bit tough
And aside from your heart, you’re made of good stuff,
I just love you for you plate glass heart
Sorry for callin’ out your firey disposition
Ain’t like I’m askin for a Spanish Inquisition
Tryin to understand your plate glass heart
Well drinkin’ kills my liver, but if I see a crack
Or a tiny little sliver, gonna watch my achin back
Don’t wanna die from your plate glass heart
Hearts were made to break, The pieces fall right back in place,
But since yours is made of glass, I think I’m gonna pass
On fightin for the last piece of cake.
Wanna love you and nobody else
And I wantcha taking real good care of yourself
Just tryin to love you for your plate glass heart
Well it’s 2am and you’re barkin at the moon
I’m right behind you with a dustpan and a broom
You know sleep it don’t come easy
When you’re carin’ for a plate glass heart.
I try to act civil and win you over
But you make like it’s a hostile takeover
It’s risky doin’ business
with your undervalued plate glass heart.
Hearts were made to break, And the pieces fall right back in place,
But since yours is made of glass, Try to make it last
Till I buy a titanium case
This is a smaller scene from the 1975 documentary Heartworn Highways which I saw for the first time last night. Not really as exciting as the rest of the movie as it highlights some fabulous singer/songwriters like Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt, David Allen Coe, Steve Goodman, and more. Be sure to see this clip of Townes singing Waitin’ Around to Die. Unreal.
But I was floored when I saw that skinny fella playing stand up dobro; he’s a fixture of some of my fondest childhood memories. David Region is his name, and Dad called him “Slim”. Dad vaguely remembers that long gone bar, somewhere on 3rd in downtown Nashville.
I played Blue Sued Shoes with Slim once a long time ago.
Down is just the most common way out because down is the easiest way out.
Nobody ever wants to do the hard thing because it hurts.
My dear daughter Juliana does some amazing fashion art. While I’m not really skillful when it comes to critiquing *anything* visually artistic, I like the way she breaks out of the typical fashion drawing style here and does something more cartoonish, collagey, almost whimsical, yet sad.
La Monte Young ~ The Well-Tuned Piano ~ 1/5 (by stanchinsky)
Amazing performance on a piano who’s tuning is anything but standard. Reminds me of Byzantine music.
Anna asked me to write a song for our “baby on the way”, but I don’t think she expected a sad irish folk tune.
Here’s an original bluegrass tune about the September 11 attacks and the death of Osama Bin Laden.
I got a little carried away with the harmonies… there’s some fifths in there that are a little too strong. Oh well.
