I had one of the most funny email exchanges with my friend Paul this morning.
Referencing my frequent biking dreams related to Jeff Tweedy of Wilco, I pointed out that I was surprised that none of my delirous mind wanderings during the TRAM related to Jeff Tweedy. Paul suggested that he was with me on the ride, as evidenced by only one tire track in the sand (a play on that poem or whatever it is about Jesus and the footprints in the sand). I responded that if Jesus was riding a bike on this ride, Jeff Tweedy would have been there with Jesus, encouraging him not to cry. So, that got me thinking of what Jeff Tweedy would've said to Jesus, and this is what I came up with:
Jesus, don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can bike up that hill you've got time
I'll be around
You were right about the bike
Each one hurts your bum
Tall hills rise 'n fall
Birds 'n critters call
singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down
Your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning
Your pedals around
Don't cry
You can rely on me honey
You can bike with me any time
You want
I'll be around
You were right about the bike
Each one hurts your bum
Tall hills rise 'n fall
Birds 'n critters call
singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down
Your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning
Your pedals around
Riders whine, gears and things are scraping
Your gravelly voice is saying "on your left"
You eat all you can get, turning
Your pedals around
Our bikes, our bikes
Our bikes are all we have
Our bikes
Our bikes are all we got honey
Every one hurting your bum
Tall hills rise 'n fall
Birds 'n critters call
singing sad sad songs
Tuned to chords strung down
Your cheeks
Bitter melodies turning
Your pedals around
Riders whine, gears and things are scraping
Your gravelly voice is saying "on your left"
You eat all you can get, turning
Your pedals around
(Note, I don't think this is offensive to joke that Jesus might cry on a bike ride. But if it is, I'm sorry. That's mostly a note for my mom.)
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