From the monthly archives:

December 2004

Reading Boing Boing this morning (a great blog) and I noticed an article about installing a new garbage disposal (something I may be doing soon, as my mother always drops crap in hers. She’s got a quarter stuck in the disposal now and I can’t get the damn thing out). And I notice that Mark’s Dad, who helped him put the disposal in, has Dupuytren’s contracture. A condition that has crippled my mom and is starting to become a problem for me. This condition is one of the most depressing things in my life, as one of my only joys is and playing guitar. In a few years I probably won’t be able to play any more. Article here.

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Make a believer out of you

by johnford on December 22, 2004

I started working on this a couple of months ago and hit a block. This morning I looked at it again and decided I’d just let it stand the way it is. Not even sure of a title.

second song in the player

mp3–>> http://johnford.net/music/mp3/secondarywimp/wimpy.php

lovin’ you

is sweepin leaves

on a windy day

every time I get close to you

it all gets blown away

I waited half a lifetime

to find someone so true

but sometimes a dream’s

further out of reach

when it’s standing

right in front of you

honey, people don’t last forever

they pass right out of view

but if you stand around this world long enough

someone can make a believer

even out of you

darlin’ you

burn the ice

right off my heart

on the coldest day in the deep of night

you fire up the dark

but it’s world of apprehension

and more fears

than the falling snow

and an ocean of tears

with more broken hearts

than anyone could ever know

honey, I can’t wait forever

pretty soon I’ll be passin through

but if you stand next to me long enough

I believe I can make a believer

even out of you

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Random lines and thoughts

December 13, 2004

all it ever got me was wrong
goodbye’s to old friends
stoppin’ somewhere along the way
your hair intoxicates me
drivin an eighteen wheeler with a six pack in the back
you got the biggest brown eyes i’ve ever seen
a shot and a beer
as soon as you think about it, it’s already gone
one phone call can change your life
every man [...]

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The Lonesome Pussycat

December 3, 2004

the loneome pussycat, waits
alone in the dark
for the sound of the door
for his small heart to start

he cries for a crumb
but pains for the touch
for someone to pledge
‘i love you so much’

the tail curves the leg
the leg begs the lap
the engine starts running
in the bend of the back

‘will you call out my name
will you be [...]

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A somewhat new song: “Listening to Ghosts”

December 2, 2004

I’m not sure this will ever “get better” or reach fruition. For now I’ll have to live with it. Music, maybe to come.
mp3–>> http://johnford.net/music/mp3/secondarywimp/wimpy.php
The new statue had fallen
south under deep el-em’
where dead men carved
their names with a knife
in this dust red brick building
alone roberts’ stone memory
lemon’s licks
ricoshet in twilight
tonight kids beat their trumpets
with the tourists [...]

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Rub of the brush

December 1, 2004

Standing outside tonight I saw a pterodactyl. Well in reality it was undoubtedly some kind of a large foul. As I watched the silvery clouds, lit from the killer moon, this beast was honking through the black space hanging under the overcast. For a moment I was sure it was a goose. The damn thing [...]

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