BY THE WAY, HOW IS MY HEART?

The song going through my mind today is actually from the show Nashville, which is surprisingly good. The music is the real deal, if a bit too polished. But such a venture is expensive and I can see the need to smooth (you might want to take a look at that link there to learn the difference between smooth and smoothe, because I didn't know it) it out for maximum popularity. Reading the liner notes, the credentials of participants are rock solid. Any way, this one, Mouth for a Gun, has got me, maybe because of all the bullshit flying around these days. You really have to listen, although I included the lyrics at the end.

Well, we made it through the night of crazy kitties. I don't see too much damage. Emmylou had to have a lot of petting yesterday. She could not really be comforted. They are out walking the perimeter, and, so far, I didn't see anyone/anycat in the street. 

Here's a little palate cleanser. I am slightly hungover and there are a couple of small fires burning on my FB feed. This song came on my iTunes shuffle. So beautiful. It will calm you.

I SAW A STRANGER WITH YOUR HAIR

I saw a stranger with your hair
Tried to make her give it back
So I could send it off to you
Maybe Federal Express
'Cause I know you'd miss it

I saw another with your eyes
The flash just turned my head
I went to try them on for size
But they looked the other way
And they wouldn't listen

Chorus: But you're never hard to find in a crowd
The people around you smiling out loud
Their feet don't touch the ground
No, their feet don't touch the ground
No, their feet don't touch the ground

I heard a stranger with your voice
It took me by surprise
Again I found it wasn't you
Just an angel in disguise
In for a visit

By the way how is my heart
I haven't seen it since you left
I'm almost sure it followed you
Could you sometime send it back
I'll buy the ticket

(Chorus)

I saw a stranger with your hair
I saw another with your eyes
I heard an angel with your voice
By the way how is my heart
By the way how is my heart


Okay, better now. As any regular readers have discerned, I am hella stressed out these days. And that can lead to over-indulgence with vino and/or food. We know well that spiral of misery and self-loathing. I stopped just short of disaster last night, so I am still functional, but still rueing my behavior. 

On the other hand, I made some great spaghetti sauce which I am going to eat for lunch. Hopefully, the will calm me down. Book group on Moby Dick this afternoon and I am behind. 





































Okay later. The Kermit Place Readers did not disappoint. They revel in Moby Dick and it is a delight to be along for the ride, even if I am not in the same enthusiastic space at the moment. We soldier on.

These are tough times.

GUN FOR A MOUTH

Found a girl and I gave her a ring
She was everything I’m looking for
It’s over now and this is how
I lost the war

Well my head got heavy as a Christmas cake
And I made a break for the door
It sucks so young
You shot your tongue
I lost the war

But you’re not the only one
with a gun for a mouth
No you’re not the only one
With a gun

And the red headed angel in the wings
Singing lay down your sword
It’s over now
And this is how I lost the war

But you’re not the only one
with a gun for a mouth
Yeah