Random Ramblings

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Condalini wants his hand back
The Night Rider is dead
The Goose got burned
That thing in there, that's not the Goose
As big as life and twice as ugly
Johnny's back at the wreck
He's never gonna learn
Hey mister, what happened to that car ?
Looks like someone chewed it up
And spit it out
Perhaps it was the result of anxiety
The Bronze makes you weak
Do whatever you have to out there
As long as the paperwork's clean

I could've had a V-8
The last of the V-8s

Ankle...

Every now and then, a person comes along, has a different view of the world than does the usual person. It doesn't make them crazy. I mean... an acute perception, man... that doesn't, that doesn't make you crazy.

However sometimes... it can drive you crazy, acute perception.

No, your mother... is not crazy. And neither, contrary to popular belief, is your brother crazy. He's merely miscast in a play. He was born in the wrong era, on the wrong side of the river... With the ability to be able to do anything that he wants to do and... findin' nothin' that he wants to do. I mean nothing.



- Dennis Hopper, as the father, talking to his son, Rusty James (Matt Dillon) about his brother, The Motorcycle Boy (Mickey Rourke) in the movie Rumble Fish...


[edit on 21-5-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

Take a look at the fish.

They belong in the river.

I don't think they would fight if they were in the river. If they had room to live.

Somebody ought to put the fish in the river.



The Motorcycle Boy to the cop inside the pet store...talking about the fighting fish. The Rumble Fish...

"Where ya been?" I asked the Motorcycle Boy. He'd been gone for two weeks. He had stolen a cycle and left. Everyone called him the Motorcycle Boy because he was crazy about motorcycles. It was like a title or something. I was probably one of the few people on the block who knew what his real name was. He had this bad habit of borrowing cycles and going for a ride without telling the owner.



Steve, played by a young Vincent Spano....and no one knows who that is. Sums up his career...

Also from Rumble Fish.....a novel by S.E. Hinton (and a hell of a movie)

The chain in those handcuffs is high-tensile steel. It'd take you ten minutes to hack through it with this. Now, if you're lucky, you could hack through your ankle in five minutes.


Max to Johnny the Boy in Mad Max.


You're *mad*, man! You think I look silly, don't ya? Ha, ha! Don't bring this on me, man! You can't kill me. Not for stealing a man's boots.


Johnny the Boy's reaction to his predicament...


[edit on 25-5-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

The Sea

"It's time to sleep" someone...thing speaks softly
"Count backwards from ten..." nine, eight, seven...silence
Fade to white, catapulting from real
Within the depths of the sea
"She's only a fish," whispers in blue-green
I love it here where I can smile stars and taste the light
"Make me real, you salted treasure"
It bursts happiness from its fin and glides past
Granting my wish in a hundred bubbles
Shall I explode and dissolve into you?
"Swallow me, for I am your sustenance"
Oh, magical thing! Anything to stay in the sun!
"So come then" and I do, or merely think it.

Sprinkle me in the garden
We will blossom shades you can smell
And when we smile, it will break into raindrops on your face
Remember me in flesh...but it's not she anymore

The sea
Oh the sea
The sea is a place both vast and scary
I love and hate the sea
I love to see the sea
But I don't enjoy being in over my head
I guess this is true of life
It's good to stay under your head I guess
The beach is cool and always a good time
Sun and fun and women with next to nothing on
Men that look better than me
But thank you God...a few that look worse
Women are fascinating today with their tattoos and piercings
Their desire to show us that crack of their asses
How can I have molasses when I have't had any lasses yet ?
I enjoyed climbing rocks at the beach as a kid
This was in Maine mainly
At low tide the sea was hard to see
But then it came in with a fury and a fever
Much like life
You can either ride the wave or drown





[edit on 17-6-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

See you cannot outrun him

He will hunt you down even when you die even when you rebirth a countless time

He will take your heart and squeeze till you bleed

He will caress you forever if need be

Dont ever think you can pull a shifty

or endless lives devoid of love await us if you think otherwise

He is what you dread in the morning a child hating school

he is what scares you before a darkened nightmare moon

Him, he....who loves you more than any dream you or us can imagine.

Him in the mirror scarred and ugly.

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Pagan women and
gypsys.
I had forgotten why
I dream.
The talent I have,
I give you. May I
join your dance,
your beauty....
Sensual goddess.
enchantress of poets, bards
and men drunk on beer
and life and beauty.

Drunk on life and beauty
Been a long time
Haven't been alcohol drunk in almost eight years
Drunk on life? That's been a while
Beauty doesn't thrill me like it used to
Nothing thrills me like it used to
I'm tired and overworked and underplayed
This getting older every day is getting old
Where do we go from heaven ?
Some people have God in their life to help with after life concerns
I have God for today
He helps me get through the day sometimes
How can I plan the rest of my life
When I don't know what tomorrow will bring
Some crazy born agains think they have it figured out
With their "me so sorry I have sinned..."
Only to sin all again
Yet they feel they will be saved
What is saved anyway ?
We all die both born agains and not agains
We all go to the same place
I just want to have harmony when I get home
Harmony when I get home
Harmony and home go together very well
A home is not a home without harmony
It's just a dwelling...a roof over the head
A place for the head
The other place is going to be or not
No matter what I do it will be the same
It may be nothing at all and that would surely suck
But it will the same for you as it is for me
Many have houses but not homes
Many Iraqi vets are coming back to houses and apartments
Homes to their wives and children
But strange and scary to them
They did awful things and the Christians hand out guilt
Like it was grains of sand
It also puts their sins in shadows
Where do we go from heaven ?
There is too much awfulness in the world
Too much pain and torture and torment and shame
One group points its finger at another and one declares war
Both lose a whole generation of people
Too many die as one is too many
Many end up insane and others no longer understand life
I'm no better as I pointed my finger at Christians
Where is the winning in this ?

Drunk on life and beauty ?
Like I said, it's been a long time
That is not the tangent of a sane man
That is not the tangent of a man at peace
Peace and heaven go hand in hand
A marriage made in heaven
Heaven
A place where nothing never happens
Outside the thoughts coming running back now
I just try to forget you as I go day by day
As a human being...as a man
I'm alone and it doesn't feel very good at my age
It felt good in my twenties
What didn't feel good then ?
A mortal man alone again

Where do we go from heaven ?






[edit on 19-6-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

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I stay intoxicated
No more I wish to know
In experience I bleed
A broken whore, alley meat

A lick of my mind, a trip in kind
bitch with tricks, a solemn wish
if yesterday froze in time
we lick our wounds and move

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She sings to you
wipes your brow
feel the pulse
the freaks frown
come out back
pretty, pretty

Pretty , pretty
Yeah, whatever
I surrender
The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
God grant me serenity, courage and wisdom

She takes you in
Under her spell
Under her thumb
I hear its worse then Hell
God grant you Strength
Because you can't say no
'Soul of a Woman was created Below'
Pretty Pretty



- Carrot

(Led Zeppelin, Dazed and Confused)

Carrot with the Marylin Monroe
Oh behave...

Pretty pretty
Click click
Click click
Bang bang
Gone gone
Bye bye





[edit on 25-6-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

I keep falling down again
Falling...
So I ask you what you want
Last night when you were crying
I felt like I was dying
I don't know what you want
You used to love me
It just was
Now it's gone...gone gone
I'm falling down
Next time I'll stay down
Put me down like a dog
Or let me take my life
You are the good wife
I'm the bad man
The sad man

Peace

The taste of you lately
Is like the bitterest pill
It's hard to swallow
My God that sounds vulgar

The bitterest pill is mine to take
Master of my domain
King of the jungle...top of the food chain
But can't get you to love me

I don't drink
What do you do ?
Don't smoke
What do you do ?
Don't gamble
What do you do ?
I love you
What do you do ?

I don't know what to say
You don't care anyway
Here comes love
But you want money

Pretty...real pretty




[edit on 27-6-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

Pretty pretty
My sweet little pretty
I'll get you my pretty
Life with you is #ty
Pretty #ty my little pretty

Pretty pretty
Bang bang
Bye bye

Where do we go from here
Here was supposed to be eternal
Now it's just infernal
Damnation
So soon just after you're gone
My love life's shattered
My heart his scattered
Like the ashes of some unloved one
Drifting in and out
Ghost memories
Too many ghosts
I don't need another....


[edit on 27-6-2009 by Excitable_Boy]

I fell in
Into a whole to deep to climb out of
The walls were slick with the sweat of demons

I fell in
Into a fiery furnace fueled by hate and fear
The sweat was like gasoline and the fire burned forever

I never landed
I never crashed...I just burned
With the souls of the damned and the forgotten downtrodden

I rode forever
This burning wormhole never killed me
I was already dead and eternally on fire in this unholy rollercoaster




[edit on 27-6-2009 by Excitable_Boy]