Sam Stone – John Prine

There’s a hole in Daddys arm, where all the money goes…

I followed the sound of a jukebox coming from up the levee.

All of a sudden I could hear someone whistling right behind me.

I turned around and she said. “Why do you always end up down at Nick’s Cafe?”

I said, “I don’t know. The wind just kinda pushed me this way.”

She said, “Hang the rich.”

We’re setting sail for a place on the map. From which no one has ever returned. Drawn by the promise of the Joker and the fool, and the light of the crosses that burn. Drawn by the promise of the women and the lace. And the gold and the cotton and pearls.

It’s the place where they keep all the darkness you need.

You sail away from the light of the world on this trip baby…

Blind Willie McTell… by Bob Dylan.

“God is in his heaven.

And we all want what’s his.

But Power and Greed and Corruptible Seed

Seems to be all that there is.”

My needs were small…

I wanted everything.

You are beautiful in a needy way.

I knew it would end in a disaster.

I couldn’t help myself.

I became emboldened.

You accepted until you didn’t.

We had so much growing to do…

So many questions.

So little time.

All apologies, Lorna.

My favorite line in any film is “Sell crazy somewhere else,we are all stocked up here.” The film is ‘As Good as it Gets. ‘

The opportunities to use this line in real life are so abundant that I feel I soon could be sued for copyright.

Which brings me to my complicated relationship with narcissim. It is not that I know very many. I don’t. However I see the signs in abundance and when I do, I immediately go to, “Sell crazy somewhere else…”

My circle is getting small.

I’ve been strolling in the gardens.

Where luxury has her way.

I have been granted life’s great pardons.

Where time and money are at play.

Fortune shines her glories.

I don’t know why or how.

There have been other stories.

But History has them now.

I like it here.

The baths are warm.

I have survived.

The I of storm.

There is a peace.

A quiet pause.

You had to leave.

The way it was.

The danger felt.

Well it was old.

A kind of curse.

Where blood is cold.

I like it here.

The baths are warm.

Spirits smiled.

Have taken form.

There are flowers on the table.

There is water in the vase.

There’s a story in this fable.

We keep hidden in a maze.

I only miss what could have been.

I don’t think about what was.

What I have in here and now.

No excuses, no because.

You don’t believe I’ve moved on.

I don’t believe I care.

There’s a memory now of me and you.

And you were far from fair.

The Entitled have left the building and I am burdened with these thoughts.

Times do change and people are strange and often lines connects the dots.

However, lately I am baffled… no rhyme or reason can I see.

I just see selfish narcissists and how entitled that can be.

One by one they are failing or at least they fail large with me.

In my future there’s a cabin and one chair by the sea.