"but I love the fresh air you know" "they began to know how different we were"

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MODEST MOUSE

album: "We Were Dead Before The Ship Even Sank" (2007)


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MODEST MOUSE

"Missed The Boat"

While we're on the subject
Could we change the subject now?
I was knocking on your ear's door but you were always out
Looking towards the future
We were begging for the past
Well we knew we had the good things
But those never seemed to last
Oh please just last

Everyone's unhappy
Everyone's ashamed
Well we all just got caught looking
At somebody else's page
Well nothing ever went
Quite exactly as we planned
Our ideas held no water
But we used them like a dam

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell
Saying yes, this is a fine promotion
Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell

Of course everyone goes crazy
Over such and such and such
We made ourselves a pillar
We just used it as a crutch
We were certainly uncertain
At least I'm pretty sure I am
Well we didn't need the water
But we just built that good God dam

Oh, and I know this of myself
I assume as much for other people
Oh, and I know this of myself
We've listened more to life's end gong
Than the sound of life's sweet bliss

Was it ever worth it?
Was there all that much to gain?
Well we knew we missed the boat
And we'd already missed the plane
We didn't read the invite
We just dance at our wake
All our favorites were playing
So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake

Tiny curtains open and we heard the tiny clap of little hands
A tiny man would tell a little joke and get a tiny laugh from all the folks
Sitting drifting around in bubbles and thinking it was us that carried them
When we finally got it figured out that we had truly missed the boat

Oh, and we carried it all so well
As if we got a new position
Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves
But not the skills to make a shelf with
Oh, what useless tools ourselves










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Tuesday, June 6, 2006 11:52 AM

To: Kerry Burgess

Subject: Journal June 3, 2006

The internet service is still out so I take that as a pretty good sign I have hit pretty close to the mark about who is committing terroristic acts against me.

I believe Bill Gates is personally behind this all. He is still resentful for being the uncool variety of geek in high school. When he struck it rich with Microsoft, he thought that would make him respectable. But all it did was raise him up to the equivalent of Jethro Bodine and he is even more resentful about that. Especially because Gates has all the intelligence of Jethro but doesn’t even have the physical strength. As a result, he spies on people that he resents and tries to get even with them for being something he will never be. He can buy respect from most people, but he can’t get it from the people he most wants approval from, the people who don’t care about his money. It’s too bad I didn’t get to work in his office at Microsoft. I am certain with my influence and guidance, he would have turned into an honorable person.

I thought more about that date conflict with the Stark. I wish I could get onto the internet to verify that it was May 17, 1987, when that happened instead of 1986, as that would be a very interesting memory conflict. They probably encoded it as a pointer to me to know that something is wrong, not unlike that TNG episode, where Riker figures out the part about Minuet, where she had been mistakenly presented as his real wife even though she was actually a holodeck construct.

I thought more about the likelihood that I bombed someone’s yard in response to the Stark getting hit. “Yeah, Bob? It’s me again. I’m sorry I missed you. I left the message on your doorstep. By the way, if you want to see what an “accident” looks like, look at your front lawn.” I am growing more certain of that possibility because of two memories. One was something Denzil said to me long ago about how the owner of a tree farm wouldn’t appreciate it if I started cutting down his pine trees. I wanted to build a log cabin. There was also that time, in early ’98 I believe, when I bought that used car with the leaking gas tank. I don’t know if that represents a flight I was on one time and was leaking gas, or if it means something else. Maybe I dropped a spare fuel tank somewhere in Iraq to send them a message about hitting the Stark.

Something I saw today when I was out walking reminded me of an event from ’85 when I was in Gitmo with the Taylor. I was out in the bay one night by myself in some kind of Boston Whaler-type of boat. I had traveled away from an island that we called the chain warehouse because they used to store anchor chain there. For some reason, I was towing this big round metal object away from the island. I had the object tied to a line from the bow and I was going in reverse. After I remembered that, I remember seeing photos of some our military guys examining the anti-ship mines they discovered in the Gulf in ’87 and ’88. And then I started wondering about that April 14 incident with the Roberts. The news reports indicate they saw more than one and was backing away when they struck another. I wonder if anyone went out with a small boat, a non-metallic boat, and dragged the other mines away so they could be detonated at a safe distance. With Roberts already crippled, even a near-by explosion would have probably sunk her. Then I remembered a time several years ago I was on the lake with some friends in their boat and I spotted a big piece of a dock floating out in the middle of the lake. I told my friend we should tow that in to the shore. He stopped and was annoyed at one point when I jumped off the back when the engine was still running. Later I would think it was silly that I jumped in “frogman” style. As it turned out, we towed it to the very people that had lost it, as it was part of their dock.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Thursday, May 25, 2006 10:02 PM

To: Kerry Burgess

Subject: Re: Journal May 25, 2006, Supplemental


Kerry Burgess wrote:


I had a box of shotgun shells on the dashboard


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http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067525/quotes

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The Omega Man (1971)

Quotes


Neville: Is this how it starts? A trip to the laughing academy? No, you silly bastard, it starts with you asking yourself silly questions.



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 11:20 AM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Monday 05 September 2016