once a week
i make the drive
two hours east
to check the austin post office box
and i take the detour
through our old neighborhood
see all the chevy impalas
in their front yards up on blocks
and i park in an alley
and i read through the post cards you continue to send
where as indirectly as you can
you ask what i remember
i like these tortured deviced from my old best friend
well i'll tell you what i know
like i swore i always would
i don't think it will do you any good

i remember the train headed south out of bangkok
down toward the water.

i always get a late start
when the sun's going down
and the traffic's filling out
and the glare is hard to take
i wish the west texas highway was a mobius strip
i could ride it out for ever
when i feel my heart break
i almost swear i hear it happen
it's that clear and that hard
i come in off the highway and i park in my front yard
fall out of the car
like a hostage from a plane
think of you awhile
start wishing it would rain

and i remember the train heading south out of bangkok
down, down towards, the water.

come in to the house
put on a pot of coffee
walk the floors a little while
set your postcard on the table
with all the others like it
start sorting threw the pile
check the pictures
and the postmarks
and the captions
and the stamps
for a sign of any pattern at all
when i come up empty handed
the feeling almost overwhelms me
i let a few of my defenses fall
and i smile a bitter smile
it is not a pretty sight to see
i think about a railroad platform back in 1983

and i remember the train heading south out of Bangkok
down, down towards, the water

don’t skate
don’t surf
don’t worry about my turf
got a car in the yard
don’t want it to go fast
and i want to know
if i’m coming down with anything
and I’ve got a hero
that i’ll follow to the end

i'm an ex (EX) an exerciser
i'm an ex (EX) an exerciser

don’t drink
don’t sink
i change my own bed sheets
i read i write
i can’t stay up at night
and i wanna know
if i’m going down with anything
and I’ve got a hero that i’ll follow to the end

i'm an ex (EX) an exerciser
i'm an ex (EX) an exerciser
i'm an ex (EX) an exerciser
i'm an ex (EX) an exerciser

don’t smoke
hate dope
don’t laugh at dirty jokes
got a mum and a dad
only one’s i’ve ever had
and i want to know
if i’m growing old from anything
and I’ve got a hero that i’ll follow to the end

i'm an ex (EX) an exerciser
i'm an ex (EX) an exerciser
i'm an ex (EX) an exerciser
i'm an ex (EX) an exerciser

feed the kittens in the kitchen.
set food out for the strays.
try hard to do your best.
the magpie will have his way.

fill your mouth with berries
by the full light of the moon.
work all night if you have to.
the magpie comes at noon.

shore up the crucifixes
above the archways and the doors.
the magpie will come at midday,
and you will go down on all fours.

and when the cherries white with blossoms,
be ready and be brave.
and remember what we had here,
when there was something left to save.

nothing to do with my life at the moment, i just really like the song

Josie, You're my source of most frustration
Forget when I don't meet expectations
Everything you wished came true
In the end we all blamed you
Even though, as they all know
You weren't the only
one
two
three
four..

Why do you still keep it around
When you know it brings me down,
I'm hating everything
And I know that you dated other guys
But I gotta wonder why
You'd leave it out for me (shit!)

Why am I still hanging around
When I know it brings me down
I'm hating everything
And you are getting rides home in his car
You're making out in his front yard
I'm hating everything

Please don't remind me
Put your past behind me
It shines so bright it blinds me
I wish that "this" would end
And I am not fine
Last night I saw you online
Your screen name used to be mine
Why can't we just pretend

And if we could have another day
I've got so much left to say
I'd tell you everything
And I'll laugh when I think about the past
When I see you after class you're hating everything

Please don't remind me
Put your past behind me
It shines so bright it blinds me
I wish that "this" would end
And I am not fine
Last night I saw you online
Your screen name used to be mine
Why can't we just pretend

Please don't remind me
Put your past behind me
It shines so bright it blinds me
I wish that "this" would end
And I am not fine
Last night I saw you online
Your screen name used to be mine
Why can't we just pretend

And she said
na na na na na na na na na na na na na, I just forgot you were there
na na na na na na na na na na na na na, I just forgot you were there
na na na na na na na na na na na na na, I just forgot you were there
na na na na na na na na na na na na na...

Please don't remind me
Put your past behind me
It shines so bright it blinds me
I wish that "this" would end
And I am not fine
Last night I saw you online
Your screen name used to be mine
Why can't we just pretend

Please don't remind me
Put your past behind me
It shines so bright it blinds me
I wish that "this" would end
And I am not fine
Last night I saw you online
Your screen name used to be mine
Why can't we just pretend

And she said
na na na na na...

caving to internal personal pressure, i have created a muso blog. sometimes particular lyrics will emphasize a feeling or time in my life, sometimes ill just find a song, or have one in my head, that i have to share with the world in my own special way. drink it in, for this is the music of my mind...

I am mitch. i like things that go pop and boom. things the evoke emotions. things that make me laugh and cry. i like music, alot. heres a collection of music. some of it applies to my life right now, some of it is just stuck in my head. if you dont like it, i dont care, for this is the music of my mind.

My zebe. Le bass guitar saturdays

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Wishies.

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