anymore
copyright 1999 bryan paul thomas/radical plastical music (bmi).

news fall first to the ear of robin goodfellow. board the bus believe in nothing, believe in everything. shock but not surprise inside his eyes they say hello. curse the air vent village voice page blowin in the wind.

meanwhile he sits inside the cell he's been in all along. phone call make it time to take her home to come to terms. meanwhile silly boys and girls sing their silly simile songs. navel navel silly simile words. 'isn't love like this? isn't love like this and this and that? ain't the pain like this? it fall like rain like this and that and the other.'

what the hell'd he come here for if he don't want to be here anymore?

some love some hurt for (quote) quite sluggish sales (unquote he got one). some love some hurt some kill to sell out irving in an hour. some love some kurt some kill some die for son to ride their shotgun. or to give good autograph rapunzel record towers.

if he wants to live then something has to give. if he wants to fly then something has to die. something he'll discover.

what the hell'd he come here for if he don't want to be here anymore?

frisch weh der wind der heima zu. mein african kind wo weilest du?

hurry up please it's time. why land when you can fly?

next day tuesday open mic nite woodstock tinker town. levon's setlist beneath the glass it should be inspiration. applause is good tonite but soon it's gone i'm all alone. driving back up 87 it's masturbation.

it's getting too late. i'm getting less alive. it's getting too late tomorrow back to nine to five. tomorrow smothers

what the hell'd i come here for? i don't need to be here anymore.

german performed by megan gurley, based on 'the waste land' by t.s. eliot. 'land/fly' based on 'life' by justyn thomas.

notes.

written the nite my brother justyn, our buddy chris and i tried to catch scott weiland in a live solo-performance at nyc's irving plaza may 98. cancelled, as weiland was busted for possession a mere three hours before the show was supposed to start. (justyn with the pun: 'why land when you can fly?') i was standing across the street from the plaza when weiland's bass player got the news. he was standing outside the tour bus. from a distance, looking a bit like puck from mtv's the real world (hence: robin goodfellow). disgust and disbelief and concern in his scream. meanwhile a warm summer wind was blowing pages of the village voice along the sidewalk. the very next nite i tooled down to woodstock's tinker street cafe armed with the laptop, the guitar, and the lyrics for 'anymore' coming together in my head. among the memorabilia beneath the glass on my table was a setlist for a levon helm show. worked on the web page for the song while waiting my turn to play. good response. good crowd. finished my set. finished the page. packed my stuff. got in the car. drove home. uploaded it to the site. to bed at two, up for work at seven. a wise man once said, 'shit or get off the pot.' and thusly comes 'radio plastic jennifer.'

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