May 13, 2005

• This one is for you, it goes on and on and on
  
  When nothing seems to do, for when the doubtless and the wrong
  
  Ask, “Can I help you?” in that way that says, “I can’t”
  
  Or claim we’re all the same, just inconsistent
  
  
  
  Can’t all understanding turn out to be pretend?
  
  Or pretend the pretense of understanding
  
  How long does it take? Depends
  
  You can cast your doubts, turn ‘em inside out, hang ‘em upside down
  
  
  
  Till their art falls out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
  
  Let your heart all out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
  
  Till your art falls out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
  
  Let your heart all out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
  
  Summon up your power…
  
  
  
  If you need a good connection for drugs, or a strong tolerance for alcohol
  
  Too little religious education, some pain threshold
  
  If on the outside there’s no demand for what you do
  
  And inside there’s an army waiting for their marching orders from you
  
  
  
  Come sit on my swing seat, come sit on my porch
  
  After ten at night, smoke your cigarettes if you like, of course
  
  You can cast your doubts, turn ‘em inside out, hang ‘em upside down
  
  
  
  Till their art falls out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
  
  Let your heart all out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
  
  Till your art falls out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
  
  Let your heart all out (short answer’s forty-eight hours)
  
  Summon up your power…it goes on and on and on
  
  
  
  If we ever get home, let’s don’t compare
  
  All our relinquished holidays, all our drive-in premieres
  
  If we ever get home, gonna have me three children
  
  Apple, Zippo and Metronome, that’s what I’m gonna name them
  
  
  
  The celebrity skin, the illusion of tough
  
  Gonna talk about nothing, till nothing’s enough
  
  If we ever get home, and the subject comes up
  
  War isn’t for children, war is nothing’s enough
  
  
  
  Or the clouds of blood at the end of “Jaws”
  
  In the misted cars honking their applause
  
  At the drive-in double feature, at the heart of dark enough
  
  Or it’s “Jaws” and “The Dark Canuck”
  
  Should we stay for “The Dark Canuck”?
  
  Everyone hands up
  
  Who’s for “The Dark Canuck”?
  
  
  
  I think we’ve relinquished enough
  
  And it’s still dark enough
  
  It goes on and on and on…

  And on, and on. I hadn’t even been at work for an hour today, aaaand:

  • My boss tore into me for not having my brakeman do any of the work.
  • I screwed up on the initial brake test and got docked by the engineer.
  • While trying to spot the train at the station, I overshot the platform no fewer than three times.
    
  • As always, I was the only
    member of the train crew to be completely overlooked by a film crew
    that was shooting a TV spot about us.

  And at the end of the day, the boss
  tore into me again for taking too long to do the freight paperwork,
  shortly after which I got cut off in the parking lot by some arrogant
  bastard who went postal when I honked at him.

  Same shit, different day.

  And a special run tomorrow only promises more of it. I don’t even know why I try.
  

  • 7:00 pm
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