Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Idle Threats



Don't think I won't pack up this one act play and get out of here.
Don't think I'm afraid to leave this town.
The future is not written and everything doesn't happen for a reason.
Things need to pick up around this overlooked backwater town.

Are you hearing me Great Magnet?

Juancho

7 comments:

sasquatch said...

I hear they're looking for a few good men in Sebring. A wise man like yourself could command the chief bench at the corner Sunoco within a month of his arrival. Just watch out for those guys over at the Shell station.

Magnum said...

Wha? come with me to the moon tomorrow, or do you have some aversion to eclectic nerd rock?

juancho said...

I'm hoping for something bigger, like an invasion of ants or a solar eclipse. Maybe an invasion of ants attacking under the cover of a solar eclipse. I'm just feeling like I've played every tune in the Tally songbook a thousand times.

Magnum said...

you need something completely new and fresh; meet me at Cabo's and we'll discuss options. I'm thinking of rebuilding The Office Lounge.

lopo said...

May I suggest Mexico? Your tune could be to the sound of mariachis.

juancho said...

Can you see the sun? Is it warm?

lopo said...

Si. Los dos!