Ashes to Ashes

So another show is done and gone.  It seems like that is all I do now.  That and work.  But that is what I want I suppose.  I feel so disconnected from people when I am working on a show though.  That sounds strange, considering I am surrounded by people 24-7.  But I don’t get to see the people I really want to see, just those I have to see.  I feel that when a show is over, I have to play catch-up with all the people I hold dear to me just to say “so long” again in a month when the next production starts.  Things have been a little depressing for me lately.  I feel that a lot has happened in the lives of my friends while I have been absent, and I don’t know how to just jump back in, or if that is even welcome.  I mean, I know that they all llove me and want me in thier lives, but how fair is it for me to come in with advise and ideas after such a long hiatus?  Did I even spell that right? I don’t know if it really matters anyway.  It seems that things are put in motion that cannot be undone and I just have to jump aboard or risk losing everything I love.  Wow, this is turnign into a semi-depressiong entry.  Sorry.  

I have been listening to a bunch of new music lately.  I like it a lot.  Music is my pick-me-up.  I can use it so I don’t have to focus on the fact that I am alone in a sea of people that I am around constantly.  I think I just need something… with weight.  A something to think about and work towards.  Or someone to work towards things with.  All around me people plan their futures along with each other and I am in limbo.  I don’t want to move on, I don’t know where I would move on to.  All I know is that I need to live or be stuck and I don’t really know how to do either. I have been listening to this song lately.  I like it a lot.  I hope you do too.

Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grand children believe you could live to a hundred and three
A hundred and three is forever when you’re just a little kid
so Cyrus Jones lived forever

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies in the Second Great War
Now you should never have to watch your only children lowered in the ground
I mean you should never have to bury your own babies

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Little Mickey Carson ’67 to ’75
He rode his bike like the devil till the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Nineteen forty to nineteen ninety…. two

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
I can feel the rain
I can feel the rain

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Gravedigger