GOLD by John Stewart 

 JOHN STEWART ft. Stevie Nicks - Gold (1979) HD

When the lights go down in the California town

People are in for the evening
I jump into my car and I throw in my guitar
My heartbeat in time with my breathing
Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
There's people out there turning music into gold

Ah, my buddy Jim Bass, he's a-working pumping gas
And he makes two-fifty for an hour
He's got rhythm in his hands as he's tapping on the cans
Sings rock and roll in the shower

Driving over Kanan, singing to his soul
There's people out there turning music into gold

Ah, California girls are the greatest in the world
Each one a song in the making
Singing right to me, I can hear the melody
Story is there for the taking

Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
There's people out there turning music into gold

(Ooh)

Driving over Kanan, singing to my soul
There's people out there turning music into gold

October 17, 2005

Unbelievably, Christopher and I made it all the way into Pass Christian on Friday. They found two bodies  while we were there. No way to describe what is going on other than the government has their thumb up their ass and folks like me are going to help them pull it out. The loot is unbelievable. The china cabinets dumped plates and silver right in the house when they tipped but then they went coastal and became boats which moved all the way back into the debris field in the salt marsh where they deposited more plates and silver. Everything's sitting there right now undisturbed waiting for the cadaver dogs to show up.

January 20, 2006 

Jan 20, 2006, 8:37 PM

Well, after she came home after over two months, kicked me out of the house, let me gather up a garbage bag of clothes and then CALLED THE F&%KIN' COPS AFTER I WAS ALREADY ON THE ROAD[the only reason I found out was because the cops said my name over the police band radio and my friends heard it], I knew I'd never have anything else to do with the c*nt but now I DEFINITELY KNOW I'LL NEVER HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE BITCH OTHER THAN, HOPEFULLY, BUYING HER A TOMBSTONE WITH A LITTLE CAVITY CARVED INTO IT TO HOLD THE PISS I AM GOING TO DEPOSIT ON IT EVERY FUCKING DAY I LIVE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. 

 

After going down to Dothan week before last to attend two funerals, I called the office on Monday to tell them I wouldn't be in on time. Karen told me Christopher needed a closet auger because the commode at the house was stopped up. I took all my tools with me to Dothan [good thing too because I made $200 plumbing & came back with more money than I left with] so I told her that an old ratty ass auger was on the side porch of the house we fixed up for the Katrina evacuees from St. Bernard Parish. Christopher went over and got the auger and unstopped the toilet. That was Monday.

 

Tuesday evening, Christopher called the office and said, "Daddy, got bad news. Sewage is underneath the house." I went over there Wednesday afternoon but it was so bad I couldn't do anything so I took off work on Thursday.

 

Well, what happened was that when Christopher augered the toilet, all of the syringes SHE had flushed down the toilet were pushed to the turn in the 4 inch sewer main where the shit goes to the septic tank. The ball of syringes pushed the sewer line coming from the washing machine off the main. The ground underneath the house was covered in sewage with syringes and syringe needle covers everywhere. I threw 50 pounds of lime on it, rolled a piece of roofing tin up with duct tape, pushed it over the sewage, unfolded it by cutting the duct tape, covered the whole thing with heavy plastic and brought a piece of plywood with me to lean on while I reglued the line coming from the washing machine. I pulled the shit paper out of the opening of the sewer pipe with my knife &,used some industrial strength needle nose pliers to pull the syringes out which were stuffed in the sewer pipe like fiddle sticks and were glued to the pipe from the washing machine back onto the main.

 

When I got back to the office, I was white as a sheet so Karen told me to take the rest of the day off. I went over to Mike My Landlord's house and shucked an entire sack of oysters. That's about 25 dozen. I gorged out on Oysters Rockefeller and raw ones and came back to office. SHE called and I said, "You fuckin' retard, today I crawled though your shit and over your used needles so you and Christopher could have a shitter. You despicable moron, what the fuck are you doing flushing syringes down the toilet?"

 

She said," I don't know how those syringes got underneath the house."

 

Well, it was like an atomic bomb went off inside my head so now I dream about cussing her.