Random thoughts for the weekend

Music: “Greatest Hits”/Eric Clapton and the Yardbirds, “Lovin’ Up a Storm”/Jimmy Page & John Paul Jones, “Truth”/Jeff Beck, “Funkoverload”/Maceo Parker, “Magnificent Seventh!”, “Behind Closed Doors”/Thunder
Mood: changes by the minute

Am again a bit restless this weekend, absent-minded, keep forgetting things (ok, it’s maybe the age thing…) except for ONE thing I so want to forget… Well, ok, I don’t have to be so secure or proper or good or smart… cuz it’s WEEKEND, right?

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Went to see a film with a friend last night: Bombón – El Perro, an Argentine movie about a man and a dog. This is again such a film with a very “reticent” main character, and I like that. The silent scenes with him and the dog are very humourous/sad and say actually a lot.

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“When your life is a struggle, it’s a struggle with yourself. It’s almost impossible to win from yourself, isn’t it? So, you’d better find a peace with yourself.” - I wrote to a friend of mine.. but it’s just like I was writing to myself.

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Some people – good friends – seem to know me better than I do… Yes, K., I think this is just the best situation I can think of at this moment… If anything changes, then I’ll think what and how at THAT moment…

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Y used to look so proud and satisfied as he played the intro of Led Zeppelin’s “Heartbreaker”. We were at junior high.

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My mood changes every minute… means I have so many lyrics for today but none of them can express my mood/thoughts for the whole weekend. Well, ok, maybe this one.

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Just Fell In
(Styx)

It was 8:15
When I pulled in the 7 Eleven
I bought a 12 ounce coffee
And I threw down a 357

I guess I was thinking I would never be found
Next thing I knew I was spread-eagle
Down on the ground

I just fell into a manic depression
And I really want to spend it with you

I got pretty paper shoes
And I’m weaving you a basket for Christmas
Three hots and a cot
And a cellmate who keeps calling me missus
But I like to think I’m the king of the couch
And I like my shrink
Cause he always brings me smoke in a pouch

I just fell into a manic depression
And I really want to spend it with you

We don’t have any inhibitions
We’re not consumed by ambition
We’ve got no mission control
They say Dr. Freud might call me an anal retentive
But my PO says I’m delinquent and I got no incentive
Rehab is a thing of the past
I step into the cab and say
“Hey buddy, step on the gas”

Just fell into a manic depression
And I really want to spend it with you

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written by Tommy Shaw/James Young