i’m headed down,,,,

YEAH! HAPPY TIME CHANGE! happy sunlight, warmth and spring and life.

HAPPY!

its the evening here in los angeles. on a sunday. feels like noon. or 4 or something
finished the sunday times sitting at the downbeat cafe, alvarado and sunset.
i enjoyed a black coffee on this hot day.
the hottest of the year, it reached 95 degrees earlier today./

is that number impossible for thou to know today? its no 50!

i keep singing to myself this song, that i posted below. about the life i want and dream about in the Big Rock Candy Mountain. will you move there with me?

keyboard still////slashing, but not as bad.

what date to you think of leaving for england?
it would be nice, wouldn’t it, if you and me and leah and jill, and anyone else… could all fly out that saturday the 16th. i can stay in ny friday night and we can all split the cost of a cab to newark in the am. return ticket whenever you like. but its hard to get seats together? should we coordinate with an agent?

sometimes i wish i had an assistant. just one. a cute gay one.

Big Rock Candy Mountain

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I’m not turning
I’m headin for a land that’s far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we’ll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there’s a land that’s fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer’s trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall and the wind don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around ’em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain’t no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I’m a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

I’ll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains

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