trip report and a song

hi all! i'm back from grand junction. stopped at this winery in palisade on the way home, did some tasting (spit buckets are for pussies), and picked up a bottle of cab sav and a merlot (yes, merlot). i really like colorado wines because they're way less refined than california wines - earthy, organic, robust, and all those other fancy wine words for unsophisticated that i can't think of right now.

here's a song that i wrote at 4 in the morning after i woke up because it was too hot and marley's damn dog elbow was in my ribs. it's kind of bleak, but it seemed appropriate to write a doomsday type song in the wee small hours.

duplicity

every man has a gun in his hand
a lie in his heart
and murder in his head
unwilling and unable we come to the table
silently cursing each other
before we break bread

the nights grow long and can be had for a song
in the early wee hours
between the heat of fitful sleep
we're just mystical politicians furthering selfish missions
separating art from vision
and deciding which to keep

desperate phone calls and bullet-riddled walls
different vehicles
down the same road to ruin
dramamine and gasoline
every survivor an evacuee
where are we and what are we doing?

i assure you all, i am primarily a happy individual. have a great weekend!