Valentine

Well, you wish upon a star that turns into a plane
And I guess that's right on par
Who's left to blame?

If you were a pill
I'd take a handful at my will
And I'd knock you back with something sweet and strong
Plenty of times you wake up in February make-up
Like the moon and the morning star you're gone

Tonight makes love to all your kind
Tomorrow's makin' valentines 

Hey, you pop up in this old place
So sick and so refined
Are you strung out on some face?
Well, I know it ain't mine

If you were a pill, I'd take a handful at my will
And I'd knock you back with something sweet and strong
Trouble keeping your head up when you're hungry and you're fed up
Like a moon and a lone star you're gone

Tonight makes love to all your kind
Tomorrow's makin' valentines

If you were a pill, I'd take a handful at my will
And I'd knock you back with something sweet as wine
Yesterday was theirs to say, this is their world and their time
Well, if tonight belongs to you, tomorrow's mine

Tonight makes love to all your kind
Tomorrow's makin' valentines

New Year's Day

Here's to 2014 being the best yet, and not nearly as good as all the ones to follow.

(Sure, it's obvious. Sometimes the best stuff is.)

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer

Here's hoping you and yours get to play in any and all reindeer games you desire, sans the prejudiced wait.

Run Run Rudolph

If this doesn't inspire visions of sugarplums, well, the absinthe probably will.

Cyprus Avenue

Beautiful, transcendent, melancholic, yearning, ethereal, tapping into the mystic and finding it utterly beguiling and more than a bit disturbing and even creepy or perhaps just terribly sad and yet ultimately revelatory? Sure and damn begorrah.

My tongue gets tied every time I try to speak and my inside shakes just like a leaf on a tree yarrrrragh