Some playlists I made on Lala.com. 

Forever looped in my head.

life is short
despite of your plans
so tell the girls they’re pretty while you can
’cause one day they’re gone
and all you got left
some empty bottles and an old country song
plays on and on

i wasted my time
with these cigarettes
and these ashes are all i got left
watch this old town
nothing’s left for me
wash downstream
and into the sea

because this big old river
will kill us in time
’till then we’ll drink it’s weight
in cheap beer and wine
we can drink just as fast
as the river is strong
and we’ll drink ’till we’re gone

Original post:

http://www.indecisionforever.com/2009/08/12/jon-stewart-interviews-austan-goolsbee-extended-and-uncensored/

So we all
Are growing old
And it’s getting old

Pressure on
Our hollow bones
and the varicose

Suddenly
We decompose
But we’re not alone

So we all
Are growing old

Maybe we’re sealed in silence
And maybe we feel a guidance
Maybe your own devices
Will keep you afraid and cold
But i

Memorized
Your smile lines
From left to right

Came to life
And childlike
Reaction time

We’re allowed
To expire
With ourselves in mind

So we all
Are growing old

Pull out the fear of silence
And put out the need for guidance
And put out your own devices
And don’t be afraid of the cold

And we sing, sing, sing.
Fight, we fight, we fight.
We cry, cry, we cry.
We slide, slide, we slide into the light.

Do we sing, fight, we cry?
we slide, slide, we slide into the light.

Maybe we’re sealed in silence
And maybe we feel a guidance
Maybe your own devices
Will keep you afraid and cold, well.

Pull out the fear of silence
Put out the need for guidance
Put out your own devices
And don’t be afraid of the cold
Afraid of the cold
Afraid of the time
You’ve got no where to go but here.

A local musician is shot and killed in New Orleans- a testament to the pervasive crime there.