Seems like I've got just enough time at work these days to occasionally get some kind of art onto my cup!!! Usually during lunch time things slow to where I can do this.
I've got a lot in me these days, it's about time for me to go random....
This design, for whatever reason, I got to thinking I'd put the Carl's Jr. old logo on my cup. I'm not exactly sure when, but at some point around 15 years or so back, their star lost it's boots, burger, drink and face!!! When did Carl's Jr. change their logo??? I don't know that I've ever thought about it before yesterday...
ANyway, after I drew it, the boots on it reminded me of the end of Gaslight Anthem's "High Lonesome", which has been in A rotation for a couple of months for me!!!
So the ambulances came
They took your pulse and packed up your things
And the papers read
Some boys forget what the heart it brings
And the pounding in the street
Was your heart in four four time
And the taste of defeat
Was was never too far from your mind
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
And in my head there's all these classic cars
And outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else
So gravity came
And stole the temple that the schoolboys praised
And the crowd shuffled in
You're getting drinks for the same boys
Who once bought you everything
And the patter on the bar
Was just this one time
The patter on the bar
Was just this one night
Only to get by
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
I always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
And in my head there's all these classic cars
And outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else
There were Southern accents
On the radio
As I drove home
And at night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
It's a pretty good song
Maybe you know the rest
Maybe you know the rest
And Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
Always kinda sorta wished I looked like Elvis
And in my head there's all these classic cars
And outlaw cowboy bands
I always kinda sorta wish I'm someone else
When our boots they hit the ground
They made a high and lonesome sound
When our boots they hit the ground
They made a high and lonesome sound
When our boots they hit the ground
They made a high and lonesome sound
When our boots they hit the ground
Down from the clouds
They made a high and lonesome sound
See the Counting Crows & Springsteen influences there??? Thumbs up for Aye!!!
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...an the taste of de arms, de legs and de feat...o-me, o-my, turning at hamburger sign, bright red, orange and yellow in the night sky. Please moov over to the carry-out line, boxm' bagm' scoop, hot french frys, stainless steel trays in coats of salt. Don't forget the pepsi...mental note...fill, cups stacked in rows low. On the radio, "A hunk, a hunk of burning love" Bugs gather, buzz, humming neon...elbo extending from window...greasy bottom bag and a hand full of change, "your order Sir."
Susan is a post in herself! NIce art! I like it better than the real sign! The song was so, so but I guess it means something to ya!
L)
Hope you and the kids are all doing good.
Hope we all meet someday in really real.
pank
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