Georgia Lee

Cold was the night, hard was the ground
They found her in a small grove of trees
Lonesome was the place where Georgia was found
She's too young to be out
On the street.

Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there for
Georgia Lee?

Ida said she couldn't keep Georgia
From dropping out of school
I was doing the best that I could
But she kept runnin away from this world
These children are so hard to raise good

Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there for
Georgia Lee?

Close your eyes and count to ten
I will got and hid but then
Be sure to find me. I want you to find me
And we'll play all over
We will play all over again

There's a toad in the witch grass
There's a crow in the corn
Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying
For her mom
As the hills turn from green back
To gold

Why wasn't God watching?
Why wasn't God listening?
Why wasn't God there for
Georgia Lee?

-- Tom Waits

There's a house on my block
That's abandoned and cold
Folks moved out of it a
Long time ago
And they took all their things
And they never came back
Looks like it's haunted
With the windows all cracked
And everyone call it
The house, the house where
Nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do somebody wrong?

Well the paint was all cracked
It was peeled off of the wood
Papers were stacked on the porch
Where I stood
And the weeds had grown up
Just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney
And an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever
Come back to the
House were nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
Or did someone do someone wrong?
So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I have all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin
But a house, a house where
Nobody lives.

Tom Waits

Ha! jag vann!

Ha, jag har lurat den elaka arkitekten! Alla trapportna i trapphuset har 3-multippelt antal steg! Jag kan ta dubbelsteg med högerbenet och enkelsteg med kryckorna och komma i rytm :-)

Trappor

Idag upptäckte jag att dom tre trapporna upp till min lägenhet alla har ett udda antal steg. Vad fruktansvärt irriterande! Man kommer helt ur takt när man försöker ta dubbelsteg med kryckor uppför.

Mer bussar

Jag måste hitta mina hörlurar, åkte buss igen idag och jag blir galen på att behöva veta vad andra människor tänker och pratar om. Är världen enbart befolkad av neurotiska idioter?

Bussar och annat

Idag när jag väntade på bussen hem från US, jag har inte åkt buss sen jag flyttade till Linköping för 3 år sedan, så tjuvlyssnade på en mycket intressant diskussion förd av två medresenärer. Tydligen så anses Cola meningslöst och svindyrt när det nu finns Amfetamin :-)
Vilket för över till en av gårdagens stora upptäckter:
Fentanyl finns som sugtabletter!, vem hadde anat!

Ja, nu hadde ju jag tänkt mig att jag skulle kunna spela rugby lite seriöst under hösten, efter vårens näsoperationer. Men det sket sig ordentligt första matchen i Örebro där jag efter ung 20 minuter tvärbromsade så hårt att övre fästet till bakre korsbandet i vänster knä gick sönder. Så nu har jag helgipsat vänsterben i en månad.

Jaha??

Jaha? så detta är en blogg?? vad kan man ha den till?