modest mouse and nick cave lyrics….read them and tell me how they possibly fit those into a melodic song let alone something catchy…

Carl is fearful for his life….look what happened to Ernie….
Will I remember what random statements like that mean if I read them in a week or two??? Probably not…

(So Johnny Depp walks into a bar)

music festivals are about neither camping (which I like) nor about music (which i love) They are more about “Deine Mutter is so fat” jokes and playing music at the campsite 24 hours a day. Amazing how one person can take a mediocre experience and turn it into something better than great.

(and he sees a midget, the pope and the queen)

On the agenda of the workshop in Poland it actually says
“08:05 – 09:20  Relationship Building”
I guess this is so we can all be friends before we start finger pointing and stuff…

(no wait a minute….did I mention that it’s about  the year 1890?)

I saw a German man buying a magazine called traktor…yes folks….they actually make a magazine for tractor lovers in Germany…

(…anyways…he walks up to the pope…oh wait…did I mention he has a blue horse…that’s important…and the horse is tied up outside the saloon…which is called Maggies Saloon anyways….where was I?)

Jethro Tull is playing “Night of the Prog 2” somewhere near Frankfurt…Didn’t get a chance to take a picture of the poster cuz I was on the strassenbahn.

(The midget shoots the queen, strangles the pope… and says……………………………………………………………….uhhh crap….)

Can someone make my fingers stop smelling like Garlic….

(……….Oh wait…..wait a minute…waitaminute….WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

I’ve had two actual homecooked meals in the past week….what’s that about….I think I’ve had two the whole rest of the time I’ve been in Germany – food only from a frying pan or a pub doesn’t count.

(It was something about blue horses, midgets or Crispin Glover….I can’t remember now)

I made the comment Thursday night that it doesn’t really rain in Germany (comparing here to Oregon). Well it finally rained in Germany…on Thursday and Friday…I’m not so fond of mud anymore…

(oh bother!!!)

A german just told me I really do look younger with a full head of hair…

(so Crispin Glover is covered in Coal and says something about not taking a job or something…)

Giving the finger to someone in Germany, no matter how badly they may
deserve it, is a gesture best avoided. Unless, of course, you want to dish
out a hefty fine and possibly spend two years in a German prison. Section
185 of the German Criminal Code makes it illegal to insult another
individual. The German Supreme Court defines insult as "intentionally
attacking the honor of another person by communicating disrespect." While
most criminal cases involving Section 185 are dismissed before ever going to
trial, monetary compensation awarded to defendants in cases that do,
typically amounts to about 1000 euros, but could be much more depending upon
the severity of the infraction.

So now that my (real) dad reminded me that honest blogs are bad I realize I’ve insulted americans, germans, white people, teachers, Ãœmlåùts, Candians, Mexicans, Saffas, Brits, religion in General, my friends, my family, mustard, red, coultard, the real mr ahmenajad, people who think timmy crouch is a donkey, and probably more, but I can’t be arsed to read back any further in my blog. I stand by whatever I said….you’re all jerks!!! 😉

oh and Italians….

(Crispin Glover played Marty McFly’s dad in back to the future, but he’s actually 3 years younger than Michael j Fox)

sometimes I really need a midget stenographer…

SO dad (pops) is leaving Frankfurt on July 3rd….(jerk) going to Asia somewhere. He will be missed, but of course he had a good bye party we will all remember….I will surely miss him…unfortunately I just can’t express myself so I’ll just say again…I will surely miss him….

Creedence Lyrics: Someday Never Comes

First thing I remember was askin’ papa, “Why?”,
For there were many things I didn’t know.
And Daddy always smiled; took me by the hand,
Sayin’, “Someday you’ll understand.”

CHORUS:
Well, I’m here to tell you now each and ev’ry mother’s son
You better learn it fast; you better learn it young,
‘Cause, “Someday” Never Comes.”

Well, time and tears went by and I collected dust,
For there were many things I didn’t know.
When Daddy went away, he said, “Try to be a man,
And, Someday you’ll understand.”

CHORUS

And then, one day in April, I wasn’t even there,
For there were many things I didn’t know.
A son was born to me; Mama held his hand,
Sayin’ “Someday you’ll understand.”

CHORUS

Think it was September, the year I went away,
For there were many things I didn’t know.
And I still see him standing, try’n’ to be a man;
I said, “Someday you’ll understand.”