God damn you Knopfler you’re not being consistent.

she don’t know what it means
but the music make her want to be the story

v.

It’s no use saying that you don’t know nothing
It’s still gonna get you if you don’t do something
Sitting on a fence, well that’s a dangerous course
You could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force

Of course it’s my own fault for expecting a facile consistency from an authentic poet, especially as I contradict my own self every other sentence yeah.

Or maybe the inconsistency is pure illusion too, and can be resolved by simply choosing to believe that skating-away, presumably in the direction of the road that goes to helloutta, is technically doing something.

I withdraw and even renounce the damning okay? I like you and I want you to like me back even though we’ve never met and never will. (I address that to Mark specifically but to each one of the eight billion generally, by every move I make and every line I utter.)

With that out of the way we can move on from Genesis to Exodus.

High and dry in the long hot day
Lost and lonely, in every way
Flats all around me, sky up above
Yes I need a little water of love

I believe I have a-taken enough
Yes I need a little water of love
Send me a little …

Water of love deep in the ground
But there ain’t no water here to be found
Some day baby when the river runs free
It’s gonna carry that water of love to me

If I choose to have faith in anything it’s that last part.

In the meantime, let’s watch another annoying, hard to listen to, and spot-on folksinger of sorts tell some lyrics I really needed to hear right now. The song is called

Simple, Non-Commercial, Open Source Notes

I dl’ed and installed QownNotes alongside Joplin and Ghostwriter and Zettlr all over again–god knows we’ve been down this broken road before–but somewhere between the Q and the Z it may precipitate monsoonally in this one limited way, if neither my patience nor my faith stumbles clumsily like a washed-up nominee.

Enough.