Merrilee Rush & The Turnabouts

Roy Orbison

Angels are easy.

They get no better than Marty Robbins.

Movie and song, Finest Kind.

A bonus because I ain’t been around much and I missed you folks.

I swore I’d never fall like this again
Fools like me never win, came to my knees again
Can’t close the door on likely hood
Things might be just as good, I always believed they would
Gotta let your love invite me, baby do you think it might be
No you don’t, but I do

Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin’ logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin’ hogs

Been on a country kick the past week or so. It’ll happen on occasion.

Be well, Tim. Continue with good work wherever you go.

Also:

And:

So:

In life you’ll wish for wonderful
In love you’ll wait, you’ll wait
You can walk away from the water, you could run away
You could start again with another
There’s a setting sun where you once found you were in love

I’ll be your nightmare mirror
Do what you do to me
I’ll be your nightmare mirror
Colder than a steel blade

A few songs I only heard because of DUAN:

R.E.M. formed in Athens, I’m down here in Macon, but Bill Berry and Mike Mills graduated high school here. So we have a small claim. Athens is about an hour and a half up the road.

And in unrelated news my latest lab work has moved me from “Consistent with increased risk for diabetes (prediabetes)“ to “Consistent with the absence of diabetes”. My treadmill is my friend.

Secluded in a marker stone
Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too
All along the tomb, all along the ruin

There’s a secret stigma, reaping wheel
Diminish, a carnival of sorts
Chronic town, poster torn, reaping wheel
Stranger, stranger to these parts