Trying to smile in General Electric's tunnel of love

And the big wheel keep on turning, neon burning, up above
And I'm just high on the world...

MRI time last Friday night.

...now the wait for results.

'Bigger' = a big walk someplace.
'Smaller' = a party and bonfire rumpus that you'll be able to see and hear across the Pacific.


This is about 4th time in the big breadmaker with its crazy sounds - it's not a Friday night outing anyone would elect to do, and like any unpleasant task injecting some sort of fun can alleviate the anxiety and stress of it a bit.

...She put her hand in my pocket, I got a keepsake and a kiss
And in the roar of dust and diesel, I stood and watched her walk away

Other times I've regressed to 8 years old (not difficult some might say) and cast a role for myself in a new Star Wars, having commandeered Luke Skywalker's pod, shooting off to some bizarre planet.

...It helps to smile.

She said you are the perfect stranger, she said baby, just keep it like this

This time I got a grin courtesy of ancient Knopfler ... though you're not allowed to tap your feet in this General Electric Tunnel of Love.

And girl it looks so pretty to me,
just like it always did
Like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids




...and now i'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
in any shooting gallery where promises are made
to rockaway rockaway ...