Peter Behrens's Blog, page 487
January 20, 2014
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The Maine Marfa Axis, a 1974 Chevrolet station wagon & a 1974 Buick wagon
from David Branch, in Marfa
"The blue Maine summer sky will give these away as six months past-date but I meant to send these shots along. Your post about large, basic wagons got me thinking. This Chevy was parked at the Penaquid Point light this summer when I was there for a visit. I'll attach some of a nice Spitifire as we'll, though I missed my chance to catch a really great working Chevy pickup, black, patinated, 1952, full of traps and buoys. Funny you were in Wiscassett. My mom lives in Damariscotta. Enjoy the thaw..."--DB
p.s. Autoliterate came across the Buick version of this wagon for sale last month at Motorland which is located in the old textile mill complex in Biddeford, Maine, an early industrial landscape that fascinates us and that we intend to explore further as soon as the weather's a bit warmer. Stay tuned. 
Ye olde Satanic Mills, Biddeford MESouthern Colorado. Snow. 1950 Chevrolet Fleetmaster.
all photos ©2014 Michael S Moore
January 19, 2014
More Texas Gypsy Truck
Still trying to get a positive ID on this truck. Looks to me like late-1920s to mid-1930s. Reo had been suggested but right now the top contender is Fageol...
January 18, 2014
Brownsville Girl and Road Trips: east to the West
All images ©2014 Michael S MooreKnocked Out Loaded (1986) wasn't a great album but I always liked this song, "Brownsville Girl" which I believe the Bobster co-authored with Sam Shepard. I was always stopped by the line "Well, we’re drivin’ this car and the sun is comin’ up over the Rockies" because, as a Quebecois/Mainer, I always for some reason imagine road trips happening east to west; so the sun has to go down over the Rockies, right? Who cares about the return trip. But Michael Moore does a lot of miles driving east to the West: California to southern Colorado, so I imagine the lyric works for him. These are his road trip images from Christmas 2013.Brownsville GirlWell, there was this movie I seen one timeAbout a man riding ’cross the desert and it starred Gregory Peck
He was shot down by a hungry kid trying to make a name for himself
The townspeople wanted to crush that kid down and string him up by the neckWell, the marshal, now he beat that kid to a bloody pulp
As the dying gunfighter lay in the sun and gasped for his last breath
“Turn him loose, let him go, let him say he outdrew me fair and square
I want him to feel what it’s like to every moment face his death”Well, I keep seeing this stuff and it just comes a-rolling in
And you know it blows right through me like a ball and chain
You know I can’t believe we’ve lived so long and are still so far apart
The memory of you keeps callin’ after me like a rollin’ trainI can still see the day that you came to me on the painted desert
In your busted down Ford and your platform heels
I could never figure out why you chose that particular place to meet
Ah, but you were right. It was perfect as I got in behind the wheelWell, we drove that car all night into San Anton’
And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft
Way down in Mexico you went out to find a doctor and you never came back
I would have gone on after you but I didn’t feel like letting my head get blown offWell, we’re drivin’ this car and the sun is comin’ up over the Rockies
Now I know she ain’t you but she’s here and she’s got that dark rhythm in her soul
But I’m too over the edge and I ain’t in the mood anymore to remember the times
when I was your only man
And she don’t want to remind me. She knows this car would go out of controlBrownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you’re my honey loveWell, we crossed the panhandle and then we headed towards Amarillo
We pulled up where Henry Porter used to live. He owned a wreckin’ lot outside of town about a mile
Ruby was in the backyard hanging clothes, she had her red hair tied back. She saw us come rolling up in a trail of dust
She said, “Henry ain’t here but you can come on in, he’ll be back in a little while”Then she told us how times were tough and about how she was thinkin’ of
bummin’ a ride back to from where she started
But ya know, she changed the subject every time money came up
She said, “Welcome to the land of the living dead”
You could tell she was so broken hearted
She said, “Even the swap meets around here are getting pretty corrupt”“How far are y’all going?” Ruby asked us with a sigh
“We’re going all the way ’til the wheels fall off and burn
’Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies”
Ruby just smiled and said, “Ah, you know some babies never learn”Something about that movie though, well I just can’t get it out of my head
But I can’t remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play
All I remember about it was Gregory Peck and the way people moved
And a lot of them seemed to be lookin’ my wayBrownsville girl with your Brownsville curls,
Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you’re my honey loveWell, they were looking for somebody with a pompadour
I was crossin’ the street when shots rang out
I didn’t know whether to duck or to run, so I ran
“We got him cornered in the churchyard,” I heard somebody shoutWell, you saw my picture in the Corpus Christi Tribune. Underneath it,
it said, “A man with no alibi”
You went out on a limb to testify for me, you said I was with you
Then when I saw you break down in front of the judge and cry real tears
It was the best acting I saw anybody doNow I’ve always been the kind of person that doesn’t like to trespass
but sometimes you just find yourself over the line
Oh if there’s an original thought out there, I could use it right now
You know, I feel pretty good, but that ain’t sayin’ much. I could feel a whole lot better
If you were just here by my side to show me howWell, I’m standin’ in line in the rain to see a movie starring Gregory Peck
Yeah, but you know it’s not the one that I had in mind
He’s got a new one out now, I don’t even know what it’s about
But I’ll see him in anything so I’ll stand in lineBrownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you’re my honey loveYou know, it’s funny how things never turn out the way you had ’em planned
The only thing we knew for sure about Henry Porter is that his name wasn’t Henry Porter
And you know there was somethin’ about you baby that I liked that was always too good for this world
Just like you always said there was somethin’ about me you liked
that I left behind in the French QuarterStrange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content
I don’t have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I’m gone
You always said people don’t do what they believe in, they just do what’s most convenient, then they repent
And I always said, “Hang on to me, baby, and let’s hope that the roof stays on”There was a movie I seen one time, I think I sat through it twice
I don’t remember who I was or where I was bound
All I remember about it was it starred Gregory Peck, he wore a gun
and he was shot in the back
Seems like a long time ago, long before the stars were torn downBrownsville girl with your Brownsville curls
Teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world
Brownsville girl, you’re my honey loveCopyright © 1986 by Special Rider Music
Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/brownsville-girl#ixzz2qkt4dA3i
January 17, 2014
Couple of Backyard Chevys, Marfa. (1969 Impala, 1970 Impala)
Oh man the Chevys growing in the backyard makes me miss Santa Barbara and the 1969 Brookwood wagon (below), which is the only car I ever sold. Never sell. Never.
Utah desert, Christmas Day 2013
©2014 Michael S. Moore 
