My Darling, My Sweetheart

I absolutely love this song.  It's close to perfect.

Upstage on the Front Page

Ahhh, you ought to be more careful when you're out bumping around the night.
How clever do you want to be?
Help.  Helped.  Helping.
Frown.  Frowned.  Frowning.
Drowning.  In a clockwork sea of neon lights.
Cracked up, burned out, nervous, out of mind.
If you see me coming, jump in your getaway car.
Tonight, I'm a power chord crashing.
In an augmented key.
Are you afraid of me?
Through a sonic slide, I'm earning my pride.
Cracked up, burned out, nervous, left to right.
So many girls dancing.
Wild children unhinged.
Holding sweaty drinks in the air.
Silky curves, silhouetted by sundown.
I know what that look means.
Summer's hands around our necks again in the sticky air.
Tintype, oil-swipe, reversal of the curse.
This town is the red-hot center of the whole damn universe.
Youth is at a standstill in this city.
Maybe this city has stolen me.
God, it's wonderful.
Don't ever lock me up.
I have so many things to do.
I see green, I see blue.
Smile.  Smiled.  Smiling.
I understand why Peter Pan never grew up.
Or had the inclination to.
I want to meet absolutely everyone.
Underground vigilantes.
Smirking, shit-eating grins at the Fourth Reich.
Back on the ranch, they hold their fingers on their triggers.
They cast their vote.
This lovely America.

Isn't it Pretty To Think So?

"These are the final lines of the novel, presenting Brett and Jake’s final dialogue, spoken in a taxi at the end of Chapter XIX. Jake has endured an attack by Cohn and helped Brett in her seduction of Romero. Brett has pushed Romero away and now finds herself alone again. In this concluding passage, the lament over what could have been is truly poignant, and for many this represents the novel’s finest moment. Just as Brett voices, one last time, the dream that the two of them could have had a relationship, a policeman raises his baton and symbolically signals a halt. The car’s sudden deceleration presses Brett tantalizingly close to Jake, echoing a number of similar scenes earlier in the novel, but the barrier between them is quite clear now. Moreover, Jake’s slightly cynical and bitter reply shows that he has no illusions about their relationship. He seems to appreciate the fact that a relationship between himself and Brett, if such a thing had been possible, would have been unlikely to end differently than any of her other failed relationships. Yet Jake’s subtle doubts only increase the poignancy of the novel’s closing lines. Their relationship is revealed to have been merely a beautiful dream, a dream that is now slipping away forever."


And so it is.

Good Lord

This latest move is interesting, but typical.

Stick and move.