Blech.
I feel ill and don’t have nearly enough time to do and see everyone and everything I want to before I leave.
I’ve been swine-flued :(
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Times like this call for some Dylan
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways,
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’,
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’,
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin’,
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’,
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’,
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’,
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
And it’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’,
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner’s face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’,
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’,
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard,
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Bankruptcy threat brings new concept to the Cayman Islands … taxes
This article is a fail, well except for the part where it details our finances, that part is accurate. But still FAIL! Honestly I hate government in general. If I didn’t know that anarchy eventually leads to a form of governmental control I’d advocate it.
Stupid, stupid people
Three things:
- I’m not a fan of the current government administration. Loser ideas all around.
- I’m pretty frightened by this prospect and everything to do with it.
- This journalist is a jackass and needs to stop saying “the Caymans”.
Daily Advice
Don’t fall for a guy just because you think his accent is cute.
Yay!
I know he’s adorable! He’s from the same place as Trach www.iheartguts.com. If I get one he’s totally going to be called art (short for arteries)
<3
Lauren, look!
Is it wrong that I want to try making that this weekend?
Fool’s Gold Stack
Pancakes layered between peanut butter and bacon and topped with maple syrup.
(Submitted by Billy via atablefortwo)
new york is my kind of town.
monster.com it! Search for “music” under jobs in “nyc”. There’s some interesting postings.
Hope that helps.
Ahhh this reblogging thing is annoying, it’d be so much easier if I could just comment
I miss New York so much today.
I’m getting frustrated…I keep applying for jobs and not one call for an interview. I know it’s the non-US factor. I really just need to roundhouse-kick through one of the doors that my foot is into. It’s just taking time.
If anyone knows anyone who’s hiring…holler at pimp. I’m trying to get back to my town.
OMG someone else KNOWS this song! I heard it on a sampler years ago and loved it!
The Great Salt Lake - Band of Horses
Back of the boat was painted wreckin’ ball
There was country music playing, but he don’t like it at all
And red fire poppin’ on the rained-down woody
His whiskey bottle spillin’ in a lake that’s made of salt
And look out Michael, there’s a note on the door
Saying, “Everybody listen, you’ll be the next Omaha”
Now, if you find yourself falling apart
Then I’m sure… I could stand… On… the Great Salt Lake
And your old man was but a wishing machine
It’s time that you could spare; now he’s getting old
When Billy Lorett had found a watering hole
It’s a place to lay yourself or the heads of coyote
Now, if you find yourself falling apart
Then I’m sure… I could stand… On… the Great Salt Lake
We’re following home
We want more
Following home
We all want more
If ever beat down, we know who we are
They know we all want more
If ever beat down, we know who we are
They know we all want more
Amel Laceup Brogues
UK size 8
Colour: Purple
Owner: Moi
Thanks Travis!
<3
