I took this picture of a tree near Marquette, Michigan, in November, 2009.
[daily log: walking, 2km]
Day: August 10, 2020
Caveat: After I count down, three rounds
What I’m listening to right now.
The Dead South, “In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company.” I really like the bits of Saskatchewan countryside alternating with Canadian urban landscapes in the video, too.
Lyrics.
Dead Love couldn’t go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I ain’t coming home with you
My life’s a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe don’t know what I’m gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell’s bells, miss-spells
Knocks me on my knees
It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I’ll be in good company
Dead Love couldn’t go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I ain’t coming home with you
My life’s a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe don’t know what I’m gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell’s bells, misspells
Knocks me on my knees
It didn’t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I’ll be in good company
In hell I’ll be in Good Company
Caveat: Poem #1471 “Alternate approaches”
ㅁ No I don't really know why I feel lost but if I didn't then I would know why not and I could get on with things walk down the road confidently confront the hesitations and doubts
– a reverse nonnet.