Ladies Man

Originally Posted Wednesday, February 6, 2013

So much so much I am trying to change.  I have hermited myself for too long.  Tonight I broke all my recent patterns.  Instead of going to the gym (which I hate more and more), I went to an exercise course I occasionally run now but once ran more.  It reminds me of my friend in Yosemite, for when he lived here long ago, we ran it together and talked of mountains.  It is where we trained in our innocence to get ready for climbing.  So that is where I went to regain something lost and irreplaceable after work in the last blue light of the day.  And afterwards, not wishing to go home to dinner and the couch, I went home and showered and opened a beer and got into the car for a trip to "the mall," a once thriving place become desolate in a bad economy now sparsely populated by hip-hop boys and Beyonce´girls and old men with baggy pants and tight sweaters and large women looking for sales.  The night looked strange and familiar, once living, now dead.  I had entered the land of breathing corpses. 

But I was out and I had broken the routine (much to kit kat's chagrin) and felt somehow alive.  "I must," I said, "get out more," to no one.  There was nobody to tell. 

Now having made a simple, lone meal, and having eaten and watched a recorded show, I prepare to read until it is time to sleep.  But I am preparing, I tell myself, preparing for what is surely to come.  I will live where I once did--in the minds and hearts of women everywhere.  I am a Ladies Man. 

Here is a link.  And here is another since I am sick of the YouTube/Google disconnect on embedding video. 

And here is a video of Father John Misty performing on David Letterman.  I've been listening to this song for days. 

When I heard the ladiesman was dead
I saw the rolling stone stopped moving
Saw my ancient hero on the Sunset Strip
He left behind a legacy of ruin

Now painted ladies want to hold my gun
And wonder if the whole time I'd been acting
When I sang "Moon River" in that silent film
Had I really made a sound when they called action

I swear that man was womankind's first husband
They all died in a line to save him
I'm a steady hand, I'm a Dodger's fan
I'm a leading brand of a one night stand
I'm a ladiesman

Ooh, only son of the ladiesman
Ooh, only son of the ladiesman

Couldn't see his used up body at the funeral
By virtue of the flailing of his conquests
They tied down his casket with the garter belt
Each troubled heart was beating in a sequin dress

Someone must console these lonesome daughters
No written word or ballad will appease them
The cowboy and the cop shot down the ladiesman
The humid nights in LA are now silence

I swear that man was womankind's first husband

Only son of the ladiesman
Only son of the ladiesman
Only son of the ladiesman