Dirt on farmer John

And the way it is, he could have used all the air in the world and it still wouldn't matter. Not to him. And he could have taken all the money in all the banks and still he would be poor. And then again, he had excellent days just laying in the uncut grass at his grandmother's back yard. It reminded him of his past, when he was just a kid and all he had to do was smile. And it reminded him of his grandpa, whom he never quiet got. But its too late now, I guess. And the way it is, he knew from the start that he didn't quite manage to take control of things. They took a life of their own. But nobody got that. He was the out-of-control one. He was making all the wrong steps. And the way it is, it was his fault for not trying to make something more out of it. He had stories and all he had to do is tell them to the world. It was his first day in a suit and he already hated the thing. It just wasn't him. 'It doesn't speak to me' he used to say. 'I look in the mirror and I see a different person. And if I cant be me, then what is the point of life?!' he loved to be the drama queen, often trying to find a scene from a film in real life, driving around and looking for a glimpse of Bukowski or Miller.

Slushaona: Leonard Cohen - Famous Blue Coat
Cithaona: Charles Bukowski - Ljubav i ludilo u L.A.
Pushiona: plavi Drum, odstajao mjesec dana na propuhu
Gledaona: Wong Kar Wai - in the mood for love
Pjevaona:
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.