a hundred miles honey babe
lord lord lord
and you'll hear that whistle blow a hundred miles

when i pay the debt i owe
to the commissary store
i will pawn my watch and chain
and go home
oh home
lord lord lord
i will pawn my watch and chain
and go home

i'm just listening to this song
the sun is down and i'm just listening to this song
i worked today and then shared a few beers

two nights ago i watched a film about iraq. it was called something like iraq: the untold stories. the guy who made it was at the showing and talked before and after the movie. i felt so shitty. this is all such a waste. all these kids and people. i don't have any articulation right now. nothing i can say to relate how i feel and more impotantly how fucking stupid and disgusting this all is. by this i mean war. and all of what goes with that. a lot of what i saw in the film reminded me intensely of palestine. the u.s. uses a lot of the same tactics as the israeli military. and all the wasted deaths and suffering. and the people, the iraqis interviewed said the same kind of things, had the same motions. it made me want to check out. it made me not want to be a part of this country. i know, of course, that all of this is beyond county and meaningless bullshit like that--it's about people, about humans. so i know there is no getting away from it, only trying to do something about it. there is nothing really to say. you know. maybe some other time.