Sunday, February 27, 2005

Truckin'


Rob, Carley & Pearly Posted by Hello

So here we are. Rob, Carley and our van. The only character missing from this cast is our Nicaraguan dog, Kina who will undoubtedly be featured in future posts. We should be in the van right now, nearing Tupelo, Mississippi (Carley's hometown), but we're still in the Bay Area (look for the story in our next post). In the meantime, we want to get our blog going. Starting tomorrow, we'll be headed across the country and then down south of the border, ultimately to Guatemala (we think) where Rob will be teaching English as a foreign language and Carley will continue to work for May I Speak Freely Media and hopefully get her hands into some other projects to advance human rights in the region.

We'll be taking about a month to check out Mexico before settling a while in Guate. This blog will keep our friends and family updated on our whereabouts and hopefully offer some interesting insights into and knowledge of the cultures we visit.

On to "And they're off!! almost..."

We decided to name our blog "Truckin'" after the Grateful Dead song which has several meaningful lyrics, but for this journey, this line is by far our favorite: "Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down."

Truckin'
Truckin' got my chips cashed in. keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on.

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on main street.
Chicago, new york, detroit and it's all on the same street.
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings.

Dallas, got a soft machine; houston, too close to new orleans;
New york's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no.

Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love,
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home.
One of these days they know they better get goin'
Out of the door and down on the streets all alone.

Truckin', like the do-dah man. once told me "you've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down,

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times i can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.

What in the world ever became of sweet jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin c, and cocaine,
All a friend can say is "ain't it a shame?"

Truckin', up to buffalo. been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on.

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window.
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before i travel,
But if you got a warrant, i guess you're gonna come in.

Busted, down on bourbon street, set up, like a bowlin' pin.
Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. they just won't let you be, oh no.

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel;
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down.
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin',
Get out of the door and light out and look all around.

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me;
Other times i can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.

Truckin', i'm a goin' home. whoa whoa baby, back where i belong,
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
Hey now get back truckin' home.

On to "And they're off!! almost..."