ulysses went for longer
I'm on the road again starting tomorrow... Unfortunately I've had to leave the Bay Area rather suddenly, and I apologize to all the friends that I didn't have time to drop by. I knew the fifth was my move out date and intended to lacksadasically slack my way to that date with packing and lots of visits, but the John Kerry campaign needed my effective if entirely futile help.
I'm headed to Seattle for at least three months. After that, there's no telling. I'm going mercenary. I'm going to crash at my sister's until I have my own little place in Seattle, where I plan to hole up and do a lot of editing for the next few weeks.
My home phone will be disconnected from tomorrow on, so please shoot me an email if you need to get my mobile number. I will be on the road for at least two days, however, with no email.
I leave tonight, then, with an ode penned by someone else to that stretch of highway that I'd probably call home, more than any other place in the world... Yeah it's a strip of asphalt, but somewhere just off it I was born, and somewhere just off it I used to dive, and it's the one place I've been I will always want to go back to.
Take a long drive with me on California One. And the road a-winding goes from golden gate to roaring cliff-side and the light is softly low as our hearts become sweetly untied beneath the sun of California One.
Take a long dram with me of California wine. And the wine it tastes so sweet as we lay our eyes to wander and the sky it stretches deep. Will we rest our heads to slumber beneath the vines of California wine? Beneath the sun of California One.
Annabelle lies, sleeps with quiet eyes on this sea-drift sun. What can you do? And if I said, O it's in your head on this sea-drift sun. What can you do?
I'm headed to Seattle for at least three months. After that, there's no telling. I'm going mercenary. I'm going to crash at my sister's until I have my own little place in Seattle, where I plan to hole up and do a lot of editing for the next few weeks.
My home phone will be disconnected from tomorrow on, so please shoot me an email if you need to get my mobile number. I will be on the road for at least two days, however, with no email.
I leave tonight, then, with an ode penned by someone else to that stretch of highway that I'd probably call home, more than any other place in the world... Yeah it's a strip of asphalt, but somewhere just off it I was born, and somewhere just off it I used to dive, and it's the one place I've been I will always want to go back to.
Take a long drive with me on California One. And the road a-winding goes from golden gate to roaring cliff-side and the light is softly low as our hearts become sweetly untied beneath the sun of California One.
Take a long dram with me of California wine. And the wine it tastes so sweet as we lay our eyes to wander and the sky it stretches deep. Will we rest our heads to slumber beneath the vines of California wine? Beneath the sun of California One.
Annabelle lies, sleeps with quiet eyes on this sea-drift sun. What can you do? And if I said, O it's in your head on this sea-drift sun. What can you do?
1 Comments:
I would just like to congratulate you on being the only other person on the internet who realizes that it's DRAM and note 'dra' or 'drown' or something in the lyrics to the decemberists' California One.
Great tune. I've never been to (or anywhere near) California, but that song makes me feel like I have.
Cheers!
damon
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