I want to be in 
Your every waking thought
Though I will settle for a blissful moment
Then I am gone 
From your mind in a trice
Burning like rocket fuel at liftoff
Then drifting into a waft and a whisper
We all end up there at some point
I just never conceived in my mind that it would happen so soon.

I want my fingers on your pulse
To feel the bump bump bump
I want to hear your heart
Even though my own pulse is withering
Even though you are a hundred miles away
I want to trace your veins with my fingertips
As your blood flows through your body
Even though I’ve had a second chance
I will ask for a third
I’m sure that I’ll get it even if I don’t deserve it. That’s how this works

So have you?  Have you read my book?
Is it on your shelf
Gathering dust, forgotten?
Or is it on your bedside table
Opened to your favourite poem?
You’re still in every word
You haunt every page
Run your fingers over the words
See the ink on your fingertips. Let me seep back inside of you

Hark
Do your joints creak and groan when you get out of bed
About to snap like an elastic that’s been stretched out too far
We’re all stretched out too far
From time to time
Do your eyes have to adjust to the dark like they adjust to the light?
Are you at your brightest in the night and darkest in daytime?
Darkness and light are interchangeable
Neither one is favourable
If you’re blinded by both
I think it’s all in your head

Hark
Please pay attention to what I say
I’m the voice of reason, in an reasonless world
I don’t believe that, but I have to tell myself anyway
Truth and lies are interchangeable
Depending on your point of view
What is truthful to me might be a lie to you
You discovered your own truth many years ago
And it left me behind while I was still lying to everyone
Looking in the mirror each day
I’d lie to my own weathered and worn down face

Hark
I’ve finally attended all the baptisms, weddings and funerals
I am so damn confused
I couldn’t tell them apart (interchangeable)
Because birth leads to marriage, marriage leads to death
And marriage leads to birth, and birth leads to death
What a vicious circle
I’m not sure who to congratulate and who to console
I guess that one day I’ll know
One day when I’m finally old and can go on no more
Maybe I’ll hear it on a TV show

We peer over the hedge
At Bob and his new Corvette
The bald, twice divorced, mid-life crisis prick!
We watch the news
Gleefully waiting to pounce
And find another reason to climb onto our battered, footprint worn soapbox
One day we are foreign policy experts
And the next day we are economists
Even though we can’t pay our own bills unless the computer reminds us
Perceived slights and injustices
Finally get us off our couches
Pitchforks in hand looking to make someone pay
In theory anyway
You can’t have a resistance behind a keyboard
Get out there and fight If you’re so convinced of the righteousness of your cause
No war has ever been won with emojis

Look inward, old salt
Look inward and make peace
With the fact that you can’t fix the world if you can’t clean your goddamn room
You can’t cure cancer if you can’t swallow your own medicine
You can’t stand up for others if you won’t stand up for yourself
You can’t rid the world of hate if you hate me for what I believe
You can’t spread the truth if you lie to yourself about your place in the world
You can’t be a champion for women if you’re just trying to get laid
You can’t advocate for those that have less simply because you hate those that have more
You can’t shout about freedom from oppression then oppress those that speak of freedom
You can’t put me on trial for crimes committed hundreds of years ago by people I’ve never met
You can’t stamp out hate and prejudice by being hateful and prejudiced
You won’t dictate to me the words that I must use
But you’ll try, surely you’ll try

There are state secrets
Lurking in the classrooms, and kitchens,
And coffee houses of the nation
Our egos deceive us into believing
That we can cure the ills of a nation
When our own existence is a landmine
Just waiting to be stepped on
Humanity as a whole cannot be repaired
When the individual pieces are disintegrating
Into sharp craggy pieces
For us to fall upon and be skewered
So do your dishes
Paint your house
Repair your fence
Repair your marriage
Clean up your neighbourhood
Learn a new skill
Be better at your job
Get in shape
Stop lying
Don’t judge
Open up
Take chances
You can’t proclaim to fix the world
If your own life is on fire
You can’t be a saviour
When you yourself need saving

There are state secrets
Lurking in your bedroom.

I woke up from a so-called sleep when I heard your footfalls on my floor
I reached for the light like it would save my life then I didn’t hear them anymore
It seems like once again an apparition is testing my resolve
I play the role of Sherlock Holmes but this is one case I cannot solve
I toss and turn and roll myself up like a mummy in my sheets
If serenity is victory then mark me down for a defeat
I opened my copy of On the Road, read about Kerouac in California
I complained to Jack about my dreams and he said, man, I tried to warn ya
Don’t go there man, I don’t know what I need, but it sure isn’t a lecture
I could tell you what my dreams all mean, but it would only be conjecture
That night I never got a wink of sleep, so how could I awaken?
I guess I’ll just lay here again supernaturally shaken

It might seem to some that my behaviour and thought patterns might be risky
My heart is soaked in melancholy and my brain is drenched in whiskey
The days fall off the calendar at a rate that is quite alarming
That you’ve drifted so goddamn far away is just a little bit disarming
But I see you in the grocery store and I see you on the subway
I see you in the coffee shop and I see you on the highway
I see you in my kitchen and I see you on my phone
I see you when I’m with my friends and I see you when I’m alone
I see you in my past and I see you in the now
I don’t see you in my future and that’s the whole point anyhow
I once thought I had a chance but I guess I was mistaken
So I’ll just stumble through the drunken night supernaturally shaken

On this particular visit as I was walking to the door to begin the assembly line process of getting my coffee, I noticed an elderly gentleman with a walker behind me.  It was clear that he was struggling.  I wondered to myself if this was a normal day for the man or perhaps he was having an extra bad day.  God forbid that this was one of his GOOD days, because he was breathing heavily, wheezing, and making very slow progress toward the door.  I waited for him.

I could have just hit the automatic door button, but I wasn’t sure that he would even make it to the door during the time that it was open.  As I held the door open for him, he managed to get some words out, telling me that he was having a bad day today which kind of answered my earlier wonderings.  We went inside and fortunately the line was pretty much non-existent.  Maybe one or two people ahead of me.

The old man said that he was going to sit down and rest for a few minutes before he got in line to order.

“I can get your coffee for you Sir.”  I was already in line anyway, and it would help the guy out.  

“What would you like?”

He gave me his order and I stood in line.  It wasn’t long before I was placing our order.  A coffee and a muffin for me, and a coffee for him.  I paid the $4 and brought the gentleman his coffee.  He started to fumble around in his pocket for the change to pay for his coffee.

“Don’t worry about it Sir.  It’s on me.”  I figured that the least I could do for a man that was struggling as much as this man was struggling today, was buy him a coffee.  He thanked me a couple of times, I wished him a good day, and I left.

It was a small gesture.  The chance meeting with the gentleman was unforeseen, but the very simple act of holding the door for him, sharing a few words, and buying him a coffee made me feel good.  I had done something that had made this man’s day just a little bit better for a while.  It cost me less than $2, but it was worth much more to me.

The fact that this happened over a year ago is proof of how much meeting the man has stuck with me.  I still feel good when I think about it, and I imagine that it has stuck with me longer than it stuck with him.  It’s a good reminder to me that every good deed does not have to be a grandiose gesture, or an expensive one.  We can do good, and feel good about just by taking a moment of our day to be kind and helpful to someone that needs it.

My most recent show was on Saturday the 17th of August. I do live shows most Thursdays and Saturdays and am hopefully going to expand those days in the near future.

Here is a recap of the songs that were played on Saturday's show:

Saturday Night Show - August 10 Playlist

Artist - Song Title

Wyldlife - Saturday Night
Jack Kays - Blow It
Massive Wagons - Please Stay Calm
The Southern River Band - Do You Miss Me
The Bronx - White Guilt
Bloodhound Gang - Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo
Flamin' Groovies - Shake Some Action
Dust Coda - Bourbon Pouring
Sawyer Hill - Look At The Time
The Flatliners - Souvenir
Gutter Drunk - In the Pines
The Cardinal Sins - My Hometown
3 Days Under - Ready or Not
Faith Head - Revolution
Tremonti - Just Too Much
Thundermother - I Don't Know You
Rush - Marathon
Queensryche - Lost in the Shadows
Overkill - Hello from the Gutter

Scotty Gee Cage match
Song 1: Dustsucker - Rock'n'Roll Sniper
Song 2: Assignment - Progressive Changes
Song 1 wins with 75% of the vote

New Junk City - High in the Morning
Flake - Yellow
Thunderchud - Hot Water
Black Stone Cherry - Keep On Keepin' On
brx - Shout

Album Spotlight - Megadeth - Risk
Megadeth - I'll Be There
Megadeth - Breadline
Megadeth - Wanderlust
Megadeth - Time: The End

Ways Away - Everyone I Know (The Optimist)
Public Mess - Summer, Don't Let Me Down
The Bones - Not a Lovesong
Led Zeppelin - Going to California
Black Sabbath - War Pigs
Warrior Soul - The Losers
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - The Impression That I Get
Screeching Weasel - Bleed Through Me

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Then he said
Why don’t you come on over
We’ll drink some whiskey and get fucked up
We’ll talk about
Why the world is against us
Until the sun comes up
Then we’ll wait to see what tomorrow brings
I’m sorry buddy, I can’t wait that long
We’ll turn the radio on
To hear what the country singer sings
I’ll kill myself if I hear a country music song

Woke up the next morning
After two or three solid hours of sleep
Took my pounding brain outside
The summer sun burned through my eyes
Out to run errands, here we go again
Post office, grocery shopping, and a couple more
Can’t forget about the LCBO (Like I ever would)
I need my tonic for the weekend
This sounds like a fucking country song

Maybe they are right, whoever they are
Maybe you do make your own excitement
Perhaps I’ll run into traffic blindfolded
Wait for the sound of screeching tires and breaking bones
Or I could just rock my rocking chair faster than normal
Brace myself to tip backwards off a cliff
Or at least down onto the floor
I’ll end up just doing what I always do
Wait to see what tomorrow brings
Sorry, I just can’t wait that long
Turn the radio on
To hear what the country singer sings
I hate, hate, hate that Goddamn song

I want this merry-go-round to speed up
Because I want to get off (but she’s not here)
Throw me on to the pile of broken glass and rusty nails
Or maybe onto the soft lush grass
I’ll fiddle while Rome burns in the August sun
It’s what I do and what I have always done
It’s just another day in paradise
If paradise turned into hell
Pope Francis says that hell doesn’t exist
He hasn’t hung out with me at all.
We’ll wait together to see what tomorrow brings
Probably some sin and absolution
We’ll turn the radio on and hear what Bob Dylan sings
That can be the only solution

We peer over the hedge
At Bob and his new Corvette
The bald, twice divorced, mid-life crisis prick!
We watch the news
Gleefully waiting to pounce
And find another reason to climb onto our battered, footprint worn soapbox
One day we are foreign policy experts
And the next day we are economists
Even though we can’t pay our own bills unless the computer reminds us
Perceived slights and injustices
Finally get us off our couches
Pitchforks in hand looking to make someone pay
In theory anyway
You can’t have a resistance behind a keyboard
Get out there and fight If you’re so convinced of the righteousness of your cause
No war has ever been won with emojis

Look inward, old salt
Look inward and make peace
With the fact that you can’t fix the world if you can’t clean your goddamn room
You can’t cure cancer if you can’t swallow your own medicine
You can’t stand up for others if you won’t stand up for yourself
You can’t rid the world of hate if you hate me for what I believe
You can’t spread the truth if you lie to yourself about your place in the world
You can’t be a champion for women if you’re just trying to get laid
You can’t advocate for those that have less simply because you hate those that have more
You can’t shout about freedom from oppression then oppress those that speak of freedom
You can’t put me on trial for crimes committed hundreds of years ago by people I’ve never met
You can’t stamp out hate and prejudice by being hateful and prejudiced
You won’t dictate to me the words that I must use
But you’ll try, surely you’ll try

There are state secrets
Lurking in the classrooms, and kitchens,
And coffee houses of the nation
Our egos deceive us into believing
That we can cure the ills of a nation
When our own existence is a landmine
Just waiting to be stepped on
Humanity as a whole cannot be repaired
When the individual pieces are disintegrating
Into sharp craggy pieces
For us to fall upon and be skewered
So do your dishes
Paint your house
Repair your fence
Repair your marriage
Clean up your neighbourhood
Learn a new skill
Be better at your job
Get in shape
Stop lying
Don’t judge
Open up
Take chances
You can’t proclaim to fix the world
If your own life is on fire
You can’t be a saviour
When you yourself need saving
There are state secrets
Lurking in your bedroom.