crow jane

so im back in Prague from kiev, quite a journey... 2 nights on the train 6 hours in Krakow- praying the Polish passport control lets me across the border- phew! I stayed on the top bunk and read Visotsky under the little yellow submarine lamp. Perhaps i was in a prison. I arrive disoriented and lose my bag on the way to Domshke's. Thank god my passport or wallet wasnt in that bag, but my notebook and all my makeup some jewelry were in there. yeaa so now ive been staying with Dominik for a week and I think i will return to the Kolej tommorow to the complete disdain of my heart.
Dominik has a record player, I want one too now, I fell in love with these songs . I originally thought they were Neil Young but they are from the band Two gallants. one song is the kind that you remember forever and fall in love under.
Here it is my new boyfriend, my nostalgia. Nostos " a return home"
utopia : ou topos- no place - A return home to nowwhere--- thats what Prag has felt like, i dont know why. Because everyone left and I missed old friends... it wont be the same . Anyways this is the song, my song.

you losin' out

can't forget the day you walk away.
when you come back next time you're here to stay.
for that reason i'm tellin' you, mama you losin' out.
it was early one mornin' you come draggin' home.
said, " forgive me daddy for i done wrong."
mama you losin out
you left that time and you ain't gonna leave no more
cause I'm putting a lock on my back door.
mama you losin' out.
i followed my baby to her burying place.
can't get another rider to take your place.
mama you losin' out.
you oughta heard me cryin' "baby you're all I crave"
while i wrote your will out upon your grave.
mama you losin' out.




crow jane

well crow jane don't make no sense to me.
she left me swinging from the poplar tree.
well no I never ever felt so free.
hey look at mama what you doing to me.
cause it ain't no difference which way i smile.
i ain't good lookin' from a quarter mile.
once had a woman call me angel child.
my reputation keeps me on trail.
now whose gonna save me from myself.
gotta lay the blame on someone else
but somehow i ain't got no hope
cause im still runnin' from the sheriff's rope.
my shoes don't fit me cause they filled with dope.
crow jane quit me and i just can't cope.
but all i know is that i'll still run
and pledge allegiance to the setting sun.
i must have lost cause crow jane won.
i'll never learn from anything i've done.
well crow jane's the strangest thing that ever talked.
lips of honey but her tongue's of chalk.
feet may be crooked but she sure can walk.
she took my money left me in shock.
got so many matches that it makes me sick,
so many habits that i just can't kick,
so many women that i just can't trick,
but crow jane burnt me like a candlestick.
well crow jane ain't nothin' but a painful case.
she left me suckin' on my own disgrace.
she's off truckin' at a cheatin' pace
and a lawless life is all i can embrace.
i'll dress like a preacher so i can't be found.
chase crow jane from town to town.
i smell her brain so she must be around.
just like my pain when the sun goes down.