one of these days i'd like to...
just eat cheese and nothing else for a month.
maybe some red wine and bread for dinner.
yodel all day long and be a goatherd on an alp.
play alpenhorn and run against the wind.
high on a hill is a lonely goatherd.
yodel loo yodel loo woo-hoo-hoo.
be the male version of maria von trapp
and find myself a rich widow with kids.
then i'll teach the kids rock n roll
then i'll teach the widow to rock n roll
carousing on her bed on a night of thunder and lightning
and do nothing but eat cheese and bread
and drink wine for a month.
these are a few of my favorite things.
be a goatherd to seven rock n roll children
escape nazi persecution
so long farewell auf wiedersehn adieu
adieu adieu to you and you and you.
to become celebrities and be celebrated
in hollywood song and dance
climb every mountain
ford every stream
follow every rainbow
till
i
find
my
dream.
i think that's a crappy dream
and this is a crappy excuse for a post.
nothing else to do
on a lethargic post-lunch blah hour
munching on nothing
but cheese.
it's one of those days...
one of these days i'd like to...
puke on top of matterhorn.
gesundheit.
in these hills,
boredom kills.
dig under the alps
run around the cern
race with fucking hawking
to see a tiny black hole
and meet it head on.
god's hadron particle.
one of these days...
i'd like to...
fly away
till
i
find
my
dream.



