Ode To A Reliable Friend
The clock has hands akimbo, it’s that time of the every-three-months-or-so again.
Sitting here on a stained sofa, with only four Liverpudlians and a pack of Delicados for company.
Somebody bless insomnia, my thoughtful friend (but only when it’s good at the start).
John’s “Waiting for that sleepy feeling”. Just like me!
Thanks, man.
It’s not even because I’ve got too much on my mind; I always thought that was the case, but no!
For the first time I am feeling pretty together, lucid: things make sense. Insomnia must just be part of my natural cycle.
Or maybe it’s that the only thing I am still missing is “a good outlet for [my] strong energy”.
Thanks to you, tagua jewellery gal and all you other rooster people out there.
AND NOW,
Jeez, Revolver is perfect for right now:
“It’s a happy place, that’s all.”
Thanks to Donovan for his Sky and his Sea.
Nice one, man. You’ve been a shining light for me recently, too.
I sure I hope I catch it in the future.
With her, ANYTHING’S possible.
Cuz right now, she’s making me feel like I’ve never been born.
Paz, Amor… con todo, por favor.
Chao
