Thursday, October 26, 2006

Ducks Quacked Tonight and a Year Ago I Had Some Thoughts.

A year ago I had some thoughts. I've been at this blog thing for over a year - not including the original Wonko Web.

Pablo got a good saw too, similar to the one that I was interested in. It was warm enough today that when I walked Monty out in the dark by the marina, I could shut out the lights of the island and pretend that I was camping. The stars shimmered, the ducks quacked, the wind blew and the night was dark.

Spring is in Atlantic City winning cash galore, so I'm in the condo with all the lights off except for my computer screen and a lantern with a candle quiet in the background. I am listening to this David Bowie song. Listen to it too. It will bring you back to the days when you listened to it more.



Oh You Pretty Things

Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake off your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I've made some breakfast and coffee
Look out my window, what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior

Look out at your children
See their faces in golden rays
Don't kid yourself they belong to you
They're the start of a coming race
The earth is a bitch
We've finished our news
Homo sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior