These are recordings are from…eek…thirty years ago, just me and acoustic guitar, captured live through a very small walkman mic.
don’t waste a thought on me: don’t waste a thought on me don’t waste your pretty little excrement don’t turn your pretty little head one inch don’t for one second think anything about me. why change the way things have been and will always be? truth is I loved you and you never loved me why mess with a good thing? don’t waste a dime on me flick it to your fancy little homeless friend let him save em up to buy a bottle of Schlitz malt liquor bill why change the way things have always been and will always be? he has more use for that dime than me you might call it charity or philanthropy or simony
winter: I woke one winter’s morning to find I didn’t have any idea where I was. I was moving but I didn’t know where I was going didn’t have any idea where I was. turned back to check my tracks in the snow and found that they made a circle. I’m cold and I wish you were here for me to hold now I only embrace this cold winds and empty spaces. the sun is hiding out behind the gray cloud cover gray in front of me and in back of me and behind upon white nothing on the horizon but my soul turned outward. love might melt this landscape someday but right now not even a heart could survive this winter
o lord it’s a heavy load: I can’t keep pushing the rock up the mountain and having it all fall right back down. lord knows I can’t take much more lord knows I can’t take much more of this it’s just too much to ask. o lord it’s heavy heavy load and a terrible terrible world I can’t take much more of this I can’t take much more of this. lord knows I can’t take much more of this it’s just too much to ask and sometimes my words just never reach your ears no matter how hard I try they just all fall right back down. o lord what a mess I can’t take much more of this. I can’t keep throwing my words up in the air having them all fall right back down like rocks on my lonely head