Saturday, April 30, 2016

Brian Wilson and Me

The songwriter shopping, in the old days.
I keep looking for a place to fit where I can speak my mind. I've been trying hard to find the people that I won't leave behind. They say I've got brains, but they're not doing me any good. (I wish they could.) Each time things start to happen again and I think I got something good going for myself, it goes wrong.

Sometimes I feel very sad.  Can't find anything to put my heart and soul into.  Every time I get the inspiration to go and change things around, no one wants to help me look for places where new things might be found.

Where can I turn when my fair weather friends cop out? What's it all about? I guess I just wasn't made for these times.

(Lyrics to "I Guess I Just Wasn't Made for These Times")
-

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Hell In New York City

Jew-hater. The fat, ugly woman pictured above -- and yes she is fat and yes she is ugly -- is also an ignorant, Jew-hating racist. She was s...

  • Film Review: THE BIG SHORT
    Steve Carell yelling into his cell phone. Talk about your visual stream of consciousness: The Big Short is a mass of confusion from be...
  • The Blue Hair Special
    The practice of dining out early has always been seen as something old people do. Jerry Seinfeld had a field day with that on his sitcom,...
  • The Cruelty of Stardom
    R.I.P. Matthew Perry Actor Matthew Perry has died at the age of 54. Since this was announced yesterday there has been a huge outpouring of g...