Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds "Dig Lazarus, Dig"

Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Back in that hole.)

Larry made his nest high up in the autumn branches
Built from nothing but high hopes and thin air
He collected up some baby blasted mothers who took their chances
And for a while they lived quite happily up there

He came from New York city man, but he couldn't take the pace
He thought it was like dog eat dog world
Then he went to San Francisco, spent a year in outer space
With a sweet little San Fransiscan girl.

I can hear my mother wailing and a whole lot of scraping of chairs

I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs

(Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(I want you to dig) (Back in that hole.)

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig)
Yeh, New York City he had to get out of there and San Francisco well,
I don't know and then to LA where he spent about a day
he thought even the pale sky stars were smart enough to keep well away from LA

Meanwhile Larry made up names for the ladies
Like miss Boo and miss Quick
He stockpiled weapons and took potshots in the air
He feasted on their lovely bodies like a lunatic
And wrapped himself up in their soft yellow hair

I can hear chants and incantations and some guy is mentioning me in his prayers.
Well, I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs

(Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(I want you to dig) (Back in that hole.)

(I want you to dig)

(I want you to dig) Well New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don't know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams
Anyway to cut a long story short, fate finally found him
Mirrors became his torturers, cameras snapped him at every chance
The women all went back to their homes and their husbands with secret smiles in the corner of their mouthes
He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City
In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave
Ah poor Larry.

But what do we really know of the dead And who actually cares?

Well, I don't know what it is but there's definitely something going on upstairs.

(Dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(Laz'rus dig yourself)
(I want you to dig)
Back in that hole Dig yourself

Mark Twain and Satan

"Fame is a vapor.  The only certainty is oblivion."  Surreal video from a 1984 children's show.

Don Kelley Band "Ghostrider"

Guitar Wizard JD Simo and the Don Kelley Band at Robert's Western World in Nashville.  Go see this band now.....they are amazing and JD is beyond...............

Staring at the Sun

Watching Venus cross the Sun for the Last Time in My Life.

Avett Brothers "Laundry Room"

Don't push me out,
just a little longer
Stall your mother,
disregard ur fathers words.

Close the laundry door,
tiptoe across the floor
Keep your clothes on,
I got all that I can take
Teach me how to use
the love that people say you made

Stop your parents car
i just thought you'd ignore
We can wish upon it
but we wont share the wish we made
But i cant keep no secrets,
I wish that you would always stay
Last night i dreamt the whole night long
I woke with a head full of songs
i spent the whole day
I wrote em down but its a shame
Tonight i'll burn the lyrics,
cause every chorus was your name


Break this tired old routine,
and this time dont make me leave

I am a breathing time machine,
i'll take you on for a ride