This Ain't No Mudd Club

I've got a long-ish post coming up. Probably tomorrow. I've been writing it for a number of days now and I keep going back and editing it and re-writing it and deleting shit and adding shit. Lots of stuff going on.

Long process. But it excites my soul in a weird way and I want it to be perfect, or just semi-literate. I probably will fail miserably, but I still want to stretch it out a bit. Or just pretend that it might mean something.

Wish me luck and continue on with what you are doing

UPDATE: Okay, maybe I went a little overboard here.  I didn't mean to imply that I was writing something very difficult or noteworthy.  It's not going to be "great writing", by any means.  Its just something a bit personal and long that I am taking more time with than it actually deserves.  Something to do with dead Irish writers and my connection to them.  That's all.  And a preemptive apology for how much it is gonna suck. - Earl

In the meantime, enjoy The Talking Heads.  Life During Wartime.

LIFE DURING WARTIME

Heard of a van that's loaded with weapons
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstone, lived in the ghetto
I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey
I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message, to the receiver
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, couple of visas
don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, trucks are loading
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime
I might not ever get home

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no mudd club, or C. B. G. B.
I ain't got time for that now

Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, PA?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peanut butter
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers
ain't got no headphones
ain't got no records to play

Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time?
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard
I can't write nothing at all

This ain't no party, this ain't no disco
this ain't no fooling around
I'd love you hold you, I'd like to kiss you
I ain't got no time for that now

Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock
we blended in with the crowd
We got computers, we're tapping phone lines
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives
or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle so many times now
don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving
you ought to get you some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness
don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances
you better watch what you say

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