Yeah, it pretty much sucks

I'm getting to that age where I frequently find messages on my vox from doctors. Never with good news, either.

I think my doctor has hired people to watch me eat and make a list of every tiny thing I enjoy, even a little bit, so he could tell me that I shouldn't eat it any more. At some point it gets ridiculous.

But, I'll stick with it, and eat my rabbit food, take my meds, watch my blood sugar, whatever. I need to get this surgery and I'd love to get it the hell over with!

I really need to start working on a couple of new tunes but I just can't seem to get motivated. I mean, I can hear these tunes in my head and they sound great, and I'm pretty sure I can make them sound like that when I actually record them, but it's hard to get motivated.

I also need to start writing stuff down for this TV series idea I have. I'll start putting it together in a little while--it'll be great, and different, and find an audience. If I can find a network or studio interested in producing it, that is!

In the mean time I'll crunch my granola and keep trying to see the bright side. It ain't easy.

Homeworld

Homeworld




I found her crying in the wilderness one day

I was tempted just to continue on my way

That's when I surprised myself I still had it inside

A continuing desire to do the best I can



Since that day she's been there, a constant reminder

of a world that could be but never was

the only thing missing from my life before

now that I have it everything else is gone.



Now that the sun is finally rising

at last a new day dawns

I can feel her slipping away

as the world is reborn



Everywhere I look there's a reminder

Of all I had before The End

A wife and kids and a home, all of gone

She the only thing left to me



I see her now with her new friends

I hear her laughing more than ever

Somehow it doesn't bother me, to know I'm losing her

I feel like my job is finally done



We work together to remake the world

Only better than it was

Not the world we had before The End

but one that is truly ours.



words and music by J Franklin Evans