This is where my head's at-O God I hate Sundays....
"Calling Sister Midnight/you got me reaching for the moon/Calling Sister Midnight/You got me playing the Fool/Calling Sister Midnight/Can you hear me call?/Can You hear me well?/Can you hear me at all?/Calling Sister Midnight/I'm an Idiot for you/Calling Sister Midnight/I'm a breakage inside/Calling Sister Midnight/You know I had a dream last nite/Mother was in my bed & I made love to her/Father he gunned for me/Hunted me with his 6-gun/Calling Sister Midnight/What can I do about my dreams?/Listen to me Sister Midnight/You put a beggar in my heart/Calling Sister Midnight/You got me walking in rags/Hey where are you Sister Midnight?/Can you hear me call? /Can you hear me well?/Can you hear me at all?..."-Iggy Pop,David Bowie,Carlos Alomar Where is everyone? Hello?
Alaska are you still here?
Iggy is busy doing a commercial for carnival cruise, and David is being bossed around by Iman....probably changing that kids nappy they birthed together.
What's shakin Alaska.......what's the 411, babes?
What's shakin Alaska.......what's the 411, babes?
Wayooops, Alaska I forgot.
Why you hate Sundays......today you can throw up a prayer for a Veteran or if no prayer just a positive vibe......somebody had to give their lives so we could be rotten addicts......somebody fought in their young lives so our children could live in peace, and safety......heroic men, and women are to be honored.
Now......Sundays......you got a radio.......most have Gospel on a station on Sundays.......try and find it, and I give ya the bryn word.....like from the Little rascals....ya know like The Heman Women Haters Club promise.....you listen to Gospel for an hour...come back and tell me you don't feel a tad better.
Ain't no party like a Holy Ghost party.....and I ain't even real religious, but Gospel just brings me round......I need a huge hat though if i ever get to Church........BIG HAT.......like bigger than any of the Three Muskateers.
Oh, and Alaska..................SUNDAY......................SUNDAY was my all time very favorite, and most loved day to cop........somehow the streets had a carnival feel to them or more like a bazar.......until someone got shot.
I loved coming home engulfed in my bliss.....wrapped tight......looking on at the neighbor kids playing, and people coming back from Church......and my morning bag for the nextr day tucked tight.....UNTIL I did it....LOL...then Monday copping just sucked, and I hated it, and I was sick, and nobody was wrapped in nuttin but puke, poop, and some mean a*s dealer barking TEN MINUTES.........COMING IN TEN Y'ALL........well ya know sitting ducks in alleys should be a game at a carnival......ten minutes turned to an hour and a half until one brave depraved junkie says F this they ain't got it.....and we all followed on to the next place, and on, and on, and on.
So Sunday is Gospel day.......cheer up me girl.
Why you hate Sundays......today you can throw up a prayer for a Veteran or if no prayer just a positive vibe......somebody had to give their lives so we could be rotten addicts......somebody fought in their young lives so our children could live in peace, and safety......heroic men, and women are to be honored.
Now......Sundays......you got a radio.......most have Gospel on a station on Sundays.......try and find it, and I give ya the bryn word.....like from the Little rascals....ya know like The Heman Women Haters Club promise.....you listen to Gospel for an hour...come back and tell me you don't feel a tad better.
Ain't no party like a Holy Ghost party.....and I ain't even real religious, but Gospel just brings me round......I need a huge hat though if i ever get to Church........BIG HAT.......like bigger than any of the Three Muskateers.
Oh, and Alaska..................SUNDAY......................SUNDAY was my all time very favorite, and most loved day to cop........somehow the streets had a carnival feel to them or more like a bazar.......until someone got shot.
I loved coming home engulfed in my bliss.....wrapped tight......looking on at the neighbor kids playing, and people coming back from Church......and my morning bag for the nextr day tucked tight.....UNTIL I did it....LOL...then Monday copping just sucked, and I hated it, and I was sick, and nobody was wrapped in nuttin but puke, poop, and some mean a*s dealer barking TEN MINUTES.........COMING IN TEN Y'ALL........well ya know sitting ducks in alleys should be a game at a carnival......ten minutes turned to an hour and a half until one brave depraved junkie says F this they ain't got it.....and we all followed on to the next place, and on, and on, and on.
So Sunday is Gospel day.......cheer up me girl.
Well,Sundays in the Antipodes (Sydney Australia) in winter are completely dead,boring horrible...No Drug Carnivals or even something as exciting as some cat gettin' shot.No, we huddle indoors cause it's freezing, staring @ the cable-but thank the Lord for that small mercy-There is no where to go that does not involve imbibing alcohol or caffine.So great, a choice of drunkeness or getting wired outta yer skull:then what?If I had a backyard I'd dig a ditch or mow the lawn-Boredom Remedies from when I was 15 yrs. old & restless.One can attend a Sporting Event,but it entails about $120.00 for the 2 of you,& sitting outdoors in the Antarctic chill.There is truly NOTHING TO DO in this town that doesn't involve a sackfull of cash.No wonder everyone drinks;it's the only thing of a reasonable price.I think it's a Government Plot-keep 'em drunk & docile,all the while feeding Gov't. coffers w/ the Beer Tax.Even if you go down the pub there is no one to have a conversation with.Folks are strangely reticent here;I think it's an English hold-over from the Colonial days...a screwball notion of public propriety.Like living in a @#%$?! Public Library,in fact.Drives me nuts.The only consolation is:the clock never stops ,time always moves forward.AWAY from days like this;Problem is ALL days are like this.
PS Brynn I have no stereo.Hocked it fer drugs!
