Without A Trace

It is fortunate AG is back. although she will probably not post Muppet Epics.

I foresee a blogging hiatus on the part of the Zombie (I know, I know; how will you tell?). Oddly enough, it comes when to all appearances, I would have plenty of time for blogging. It just seems more-or-less pointless, somehow, so I leave you in the capable, delicate and talented hands of AG. Until some future time, I also leave you with Colin Hay:

I wish I was still drinkin
whiskey wine and beer
the sound of glasses clinkin
so sweet to my ear

I wouldn't have to listen to the time that's runnin out
I'd use it much more wisely...
I'd drink and fall about.

I wish I was still drinkin
then I'd have no fear
tell you how to fix the world
then have another beer
I wouldn't have to feel the pain that's in a mother's eyes
I'd drink till I believe the sound
of my own drunken lies

Wish I was still drinkin
when nothin was too clear
like the TV evangelist
fuelin people's fear
taking all their hard earned cash in the name of the Holy One
their days are surely numbered
their day will surely come

I wish I was still drinkin
I was a lot more fun
Life of the endless party
friends with everyone
I wouldn't have to answer
for the promises I broke
Like the President those days
when he drank and snorted coke

Wish I was still drinkin
then I wouldn't have to hear
sound of rapid gunfire
exploding in my ear
I'd drink through the nightmares
of friends crying out for help
I would drink through everything
I've seen or heard or felt

Wish I was still drinking
O I really really do
I gather all my fair weather friends like him and her and you

I'd count all their missing teeth
that can no longer chew
I'd even drive my old white car
cuz she like drinkin too.

yeah I wish I was still drinkin
whiskey wine and beer
the sound of glasses clinkin
so sweet to my ear
I wouldn't have to listen
to the time that's runnin out
I'd use it much more wisely
I'd drink and fall about