where did i learn this?
answer: The New York Times Magazine.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
London Diary. Day 2
London Diary. Day 1
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
In Memory of: Guy Clark, "Desperadoes Waiting for a Train"
I played the Red River Valley
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, why has every well I've drilled gone dry?"
We were friends, me and this old man
We's like desperados waitin' for a train
Desperados waitin' for a train
He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like, some old Western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There was old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he was a hero of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Jus' like desperados waitin' for a train
Like a desperado waitin' for a train
The day 'fore he died I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone.
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang one more verse to that old song
[Spoken:]
Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'
We're desperados waitin' for a train
Was like desperados waitin' for a train.
from Peter(In devotion to his grandfather).
He'd sit in the kitchen and cry
Run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, why has every well I've drilled gone dry?"
We were friends, me and this old man
We's like desperados waitin' for a train
Desperados waitin' for a train
He's a drifter, a driller of oil wells
He's an old school man of the world
He taught me how to drive his car when he was too drunk to
And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives was like, some old Western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There was old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they played
I was just a kid, they all called me "Sidekick"
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
He's got brown tobacco stains all down his chin
Well to me he was a hero of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men
Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Jus' like desperados waitin' for a train
Like a desperado waitin' for a train
The day 'fore he died I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone.
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang one more verse to that old song
[Spoken:]
Come on, Jack, that son-of-a-bitch is comin'
We're desperados waitin' for a train
Was like desperados waitin' for a train.
from Peter(In devotion to his grandfather).
Dover Street Market
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
KT Illustrations!
"MAKING PICTURES AND TAKING PICTURES....
THE WORLD'S ENCHANTMENT WITH THISTLEDOWN SPIRITS, TRAGIC GIRLS WITH BROKEN HEARTS, WRETCHED CREATURES, BEASTS KEPT HIDDEN BEHIND MASKS, LONLINESS + LOVE + EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN, DRESSING UP, MAKE BELIEVE, SONGS, STORIES, PEOPLE KEPT SAFE IN A FRAGILE WORLD OF IMAGINATION...."
http://www.whatktdoes.com
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Sabina's Sisters
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