He's a poet he's a picker he's a prophet he's a pusher He's a pilgrim and a preacher and a problem when he's stoned He's a walkin' contradiction partly truth and partly fiction Taking every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
Livin' on the road, my friend Was gonna keep you free and clean And now you wear your skin like iron And your breath as hard as kerosene
Weren't you mama's only boy But her favorite one, it seems She began to cry when you said, "Goodbye" Sank into your dreams
Counted the Stars
Counted the stars on the 4th of July Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky Talking about redemption and leaving things behind As the sun sinks west of the Mendocino county line
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Why on earth would a pretty girl like you go and do something like that? What happened when Héloïse Goodley swapped her designer heels for Army boots
Héloïse Goodley thought she had a dream job when she started work as a City banker. But at the age of just 27, she traded it in for four-minute meals, ironing her own bed and singing in Nepalese – all part of Army officer training at Sandhurst. Here, the first woman to write about life at the world-famous military academy reveals some of the bizarre practices she encountered there . . .
The rest of the article is at the link. I like this young lady. Left the reservation as it were.