Take me to the airportAnd put me on a plane

It's a little fuzzy, but I mean it.

My friend, also named Joe, taught me this song last week.

I have a feeling my wiggity-wife could sing the everloving velveeta out of this song.

But ... whaddaya gonna do?

It's just my white ass, a telecaster and a healthy disrespect for authority.

No Expectations, by the Rolling Stones.



M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Take me to the station
And put me on a train
I've got no expectations
To pass through here again

Once I was a rich man and
Now I am so poor
But never in my sweet short life
Have I felt like this before

You heart is like a diamond
You throw your pearls at swine
And as I watch you leaving me
You pack my peace of mind

*Our love was like the water
That splashes on a stone
Our love is like our music
Its here, and then its gone

So take me to the airport
And put me on a plane
I got no expectations
To pass through here again


*I skipped that verse. You get what you pay for.

Her man's been gone, for nigh on a yearHe was due home yesterday, but he ain't here

I went to Butte today and did a seminar.

It went well.

20 people showed.

I bought them dinner, drinks and power pointed my way from the great depression until today.

These aren't the droids you're looking for.



^^How sweet is that?

Really.