I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me.

You boys are beautiful.

(Somewhere in the middle of this thread, I fell asleep. I'm awake now.)

should have stayed at home....went to a bar, drunk now....flight to NY early tomorrow.....3 hours sleep not good

Written by Kris, by immortalized by JC.

Well I woke up Sunday morning,
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes,
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
An' I shaved my face and combed my hair,
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before,
On cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid,
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking.
Then I crossed the empty street,
'n caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken.
And it took me back to somethin',
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy,
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school,
And listened to the song they were singin'.
Then I headed back for home,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'.
And it echoed through the canyons,
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk,
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cos there's something in a Sunday,
Makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin',
Half as lonesome as the sound,
On the sleepin' city sidewalks:
Sunday mornin' comin' down.

You lil' jetsetter. First, Ohio...now, New York. I wanna travel too!! *wah*

Dumpjack, there's a Handsoem Family version of that song wher ewhen he says "Teh lonesome bells are ringing" the bells chime louder...and it kills me.

God, the family, the fryin chicken, the curch, the singin..knowing you are a derelict, but also knowing you'd do it again.

I just scored tickets to the Late Late Show -- gonna see Kasabian. Cool! Interestingly enough, I've never gone to a TV taping. I guess it's not "very LA".

My Saturday night was hott. I fell asleep at 10.30.

Yeah mine was so hot too, read for an hour or so and was asleep by 11ish so I could be woken up at 7 by my son this morning. woo hoo! Now I get to go to work for a couple hours, come home and supervise a playdate with son and a 2nd grade girl that he has a crush on.

(I'm reading The Six Wives of Henry VIII right now, fascinating stuff)

Woo! Even I managed to stay up to 11!

Re: "real country" discussions vis a vis Northern Exposure:

Dumpjack & LooGAR = Holling Gustaf Vincoeur + Maurice J. Minnifield + Adam

Obner = Dr. Joel Fleischman + Mike Monroe + Shelly Marie Tambo Vincoeur

(frostingspoon = Christopher 'Chris' Stevens + Edward 'Ed' Chigliak + Leonard Quinhagak)

I watched SNL -- slighly chuckled, watched Beck, then fell asleep.

watched some Spanglish via Netflix, drank a pbr, went to bed. Passed up an opportunity to hang with best friend because we're broke.

This too shall pass.

i felt like crap. threw up a couple times (not because of alcohol, since i dont drink). by midnight i was feeling a bit better, but i couldnt sleep. so i got lucky and caught the last 40 minutes of the pixies on austin city limits, which ruled. and i feel better now, so maybe it wasnt all bad.