i’m kind of bummed that this isn’t the apocalypse…
…’cause i’d really like to take you and the cat and run away down to a trailer by the sea like in that joshua kadison song about that jessie bitch.
what i’d really like to see is you and ivy frolick by the seashore.
we’d have to take my neighbors as well (who shall remain nameless because i forgot their names): not only do we share a mutual adoration for my precious pussycat, but we also share the same interpretation of ivy’s human voice (think brad garrett saying “hi guys”).
in keeping with this current season of change, yesterday i ordered the 1992 edition of Abs of Steel. Lotus Blossom Allison credits the workout for her fine abdominals, so i thought i’d give it a try. may Tamilee woo me into submission…. forever more.
From a phone booth in Vegas, Jessie calls at 5 a.m.
to tell me how she’s tired of all of them.
She says, “Baby, I been thinking ’bout a trailer by the sea.
We could go to Mexico…you, the cat, and me.
We’ll drink tequila and look for sea shells.
Now, doesn’t that sound sweet?”
Oh, Jessie, you always do this every time I get back on my feet.
Jessie paint your pictures ’bout how it’s gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.
She asks me how the cat’s been, I say, “Moses he’s just fine
but he used to think about you all the time.
We finally took your pictures down off the wall.
Oh, Jessie, how do you always seem to know just when to call?”
She says, “Get your stuff together. Bring Mose and drive real fast.”
And I listen to her promise, “I swear to God this time it’s gonna last.”
Jessie paint your pictures ’bout how it’s gonna be.
By
now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.
I’ll love you in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm white sand.
And who know, maybe this time things’ll turn out just the way you planned.
Jessie paint your pictures ’bout how it’s gonna be.
By now I should know better, your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea
;
Jessie you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.
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