Having a Joel Plaskett-filled week

I don't think I've done much more this week besides work and listen to Plaskett. I thought I'd post the lyrics to one of my favourite songs from his new (and amazing) album Three.

ROLLIN’, ROLLIN’, ROLLIN’

Side of the road, in the ditch, you rust
A mouthful of mud from a fistful of dust
A heart full of hurt from a head full of wine
I’ll call you back some other time

No way I’m picking up my phone
I’m tired of talking, leave me alone
I can’t run and I can’t write
And I can’t make it home tonight

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Gathering no moss
I don’t know where I’m goin’
But I know what I’ve lost

Talk is cheap but music’s cheaper
Deep in debt and getting deeper
The price is steep and getting steeper
I’m yours to keep, won’t you keep me?
I’m a keeper

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Gathering no moss
I don’t know where I’m goin’
But I know what it cost

Pretty people posing questions
(I don’t wanna answer you)
Where’d you go? D’you learn your lesson?
(I put on my dancing shoes)
Who’d you meet and what’d you buy?
(Couple strangers, pair of jeans)
Just leave ‘em hanging high and dry
Bye Bye

Rollin’, rollin’ rollin’
With my imaginary friends
Imagining I know’ em
Then it’s time to roll again

Why so blue, tired and true?
(Just like that Irma Thomas song)
I’m tired of myself, not tired of you
(You’ve been gone “Two Winters Long”)
They say that good things come to those you roll
(Back to the place where you belong)
Back to someone beautiful

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
It’s time to get me gone
The yellow lines are glowing
Oh, highway roll me home
(Blacktop highway)
Highway roll me home

Plaskett is one of the only songwriters I know that can take semi-cliches and turn them into fun, memorable lyrics. He's also the only guy I know that's released a flippin' triple album that didn't suck and wasn't a "best of" collection. Truthfully Truthfully, he's just great. I'm sad I keep missing his shows when he comes to St. John's, but I heard he'll be back in the fall...*crosses fingers*

I would write more tonight, but after going to Al Tuck (another great Halifax-based musician) at CBTGS last night til 2 am, working an eight-and-a-half hour shift today, and getting out for a long walk with Marley, I'm knackered. I do have to save my energy for a weekend hanging with fashionable people, doing questionable things, looking just like magazines.