Backwards Forwards Square And Round

And More and that's for sure...


There's an alley, down the hill. You cut through there on the way to the restaurant.

You stop at the restaurant on the way to the other place.



She doesn't want to go to the restaurant. She thinks you should walk around the block instead of cutting through the alley.

You want her to be happy. So you do.

You're annoyed by this. You have your routine. She's causing you to break it.

And you do.



Years later, you don't remember the other place.

You barely remember the restaurant.

You know you went there dozens of times.

But you remember all about the girl.

How she annoyed you. How she didn't want to do anything you wanted.

How her hair smelled.

The way she smiled when you walked up.



Years later, you remember.

Even though you wish you didn't.

Backwards Forewards Square And Round

One of Those Kind of Weekends

Lots of movement, raising up a cloud of dust.

Not really sure if it's going anywhere.

But some weekends are like that.

How was yours?

Angioplasty on that Rock 'n' Roll Heart

We get it, Clapton, you're cooler than we are.

Yes, yes, you've got a million cool guitars.

And even when you stole the wife of a Beatle, he still remained your best friend (and was best man when you married the woman you stole from him).

And you've got a better phone than I do.

And you can even play guitar over the phone.

And Buddy Guy calls you when you're just hanging out (watching video of yourself on your cool phone).

But I gotta ask you two things: Does this damn commercial have to be on TV every five minutes?

And, more importantly, weren't you the guy who quit the Yardbirds because you thought this song was too commercial and you didn't want anyone to think you'd sold out?


Just sayin'.