Reasons Why

by Nickle Creek

Where am I today? I wish that I knew
'Cause looking around there's no sign of you
I don't remember one jump or one leap
Just quiet steps away from your lead

I'm holding my heart out but clutching it too
Feeling this sort of love that we once knew
I'm calling this home when it's not even close
Playing the role with nerves left exposed

And standing on a darkened stage
Stumbling through the lines
Others have excuses
But I have my reasons why

We get distracted by the dreams of our own
But nobody's happy while feeling alone
And knowing how hard it hurts when we fall
We lean another ladder against the wrong wall

And climb high to the highest rung
to shake fists at the sky
While others have excuses
I have my reasons why
With so much deception it's hard not to wander away
It's hard not to wander away, it's hard not to wander

Sometimes it is best to just take my hands off the keyboard. I am reading William Gibson presently and trying to dream up some way to go on a road trip, to distract myself. My spirit is somewhat crushed at the moment, and euthanasia isn't really an option. I was charmed by my newest CD, the Flaming Lips Zaireeka... the first track of that unusual work expresses my theme for the month: i don't know why things are the way they are. I am forced to once again close my eyes, hold my nose, and walk my path blindly. Love sucks, and it is everything in the world.

BTW: CSPAN is airing a live broadcast called Diversity in Radio, a symposium held at the Mayflower Hotel in Washington DC. It is incredible. I would love to meet everyone there; it is a confluence of liberal media professionals. They are discussing the practicalities of delivering our message, and it is VERY worthwhile watching.

Happy Jack
The Who
(Townshend)

Happy Jack wasn't old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the Isle of Man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode on his head on their furry donkey

The kids couldn't hurt Jack
They tried and tried and tried
They dropped things on his back
And lied and lied and lied and lied and lied

But they couldn't stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn't prevent Jack from feeling happy

But they couldn't stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn't prevent Jack from feeling happy

The kids couldn't hurt Jack
They tried and tried and tried
They dropped things on his back
And lied and lied and lied and lied and lied

But they couldn't stop Jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldn't prevent Jack from feeling happy

I saw ya!