The bottom of the world

Spotify + Tom Waits + random = bliss and lots of new treasures. This gorgeous tune, for instance. Its lyrics make me want to wrap some basic essentials (books, tea, kettle, music, harmonica, notepad) in a piece of cloth, tie it around a stick and travel the world by foot, see things, meet strange and beautiful and crooked people, get lots of wrinkles from laughter and smiles, count the stars, sleep beneath bridges, be alone, be my own, be wild, be free. Maybe I'll get the courage to do that some day. God, I hope so.
 

It was love at first sight for me and these lyrics. I want to read them again and again and again and write them out and hang them up on the wall so that I can look at them whenever I want to run away. So that I can remember that running away doesn't have to be a bad thing. Sometimes it's the only thing you can do - and the best choice you could ever make. It could bring you an adventure. It could bring you truth. Or hope. Or a new home. I know, it's cheesy, but that doesn't mean it's not true.

Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams -- and then some more dreams.

~

my daddy told me, looking back

the best friend you'll have is a railroad track

so when I was thirteen, said, "I'm rollin' my own

and I'm leavin' missouri and I'm never comin' home"

and I'm lost

and I'm lost

and I'm lost at the bottom of the world

I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar

I'm lost at the bottom of the world

satchel pudding and lord god mose

sitting by the fire with a busted nose

that fresh egg yeller is too damn rare

but the white part is perfect for slicking down your hair

and I'm lost

and I'm lost

and I'm lost at the bottom of the world

I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar

I'm lost at the bottom of the world

blackjack ruby and nimrod cain

the moon's the colour of a coffee stain

jesse frank and birdy joe hoaks

but who is the king of all these folks?

and I'm lost

and I'm lost

and I'm lost at the bottom of the world

I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar

I'm lost at the bottom of the world

well, I dined last night with scarface ron

on telapia fish cakes and fried black swan

razorweed onion and peacock squirrel

and I dreamed all night about a beautiful girl

and I'm lost

and I'm lost

and I'm lost at the bottom of the world

I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar

I'm lost at the bottom of the world

well, god's green hair is where I slept last

he balanced a diamon on a blade of grass

now I woke me up with a cardinal bird

and when I wanna talk, he hangs on ever word

and I'm lost

and I'm lost

and I'm lost at the bottom of the world

I'm handcuffed to the bishop and the barbershop liar

I'm lost at the bottom of the world