AMOS LEE says you get right down to the bottom of the barrel, and there ain't nothin' to do but float back on top. according to JAMES MORRISON, deep down i know it's a wonderful world - even if i can't quite feel it right now. i'm apparently feeling ornery enough for PAT BENATAR to , again, command any tough cookie on the street to fire away, as it were, if they think they can hit me with their best shot. JARS OF CLAY warn me about the dangers of being a boy on a string. and lately SHEL SILVERSTEIN won't shut up about children listening to those pesky musn'ts and/or don'ts. as i stumble along the ramps that tumble down to the yellow trains bearing N's R's & W's, the poet posthumously chides alongside. listen to couldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. listen to the never-haves, then listen close to me - ANYTHING can happen, child, ANYTHING can be!
as the words elbow each other crowding into my head, i wonder whether or not a soundtrack would drown them out. would music flush them into subway tunnel thought oblivion? or would it encourage them to rave on by inviting an ever-growing horde of lyrics to the party? i suppose the real question is will i bust out the discman to find out? only tomorrow will tell, i suppose. well, weekend here i come! RAH!
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