XO
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Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Oh The Holiday Season...
It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
But it don't snow here
It stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I made my baby cry
He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I'm so hard to handle
I'm selfish and I'm sad
Now I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
Oh, I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye
It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
© 1970; Joni Mitchell
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Beautiful Beauty of a Day
I'm working on rebuilding (or building) a realtionship that is long (30 years long) over due. Trying to stay positive. Merry Christmas...Dad?
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
So Nice (and sometimes funny)
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Symphony No. 7
Monday, October 4, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Always Looking for a Seditive
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
A Single Explosion
Above the rain, the bottle sets me free
I turn to stone, fall back in my seat
The cuts are gone but somehow I'm still bleeding
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
Move to France
La Rochelle or Nice
Get a house
Pretend to live in peace
Paint the walls
A blackout of your face
Stalk the halls
Then move into the basement
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it's just you being right
Walk away, there's nothing I can say
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
Broken up like a tanker on the rocks
Not room for much
I'm like the Cubs against the Sox
On a plane, somewhere over the sea
I fall asleep, convinced that I ain't breathing
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it's just you being right
Walk away there's nothing I can say
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
Son don't you mind the gap when you leave
I turn to stone, fall back in my seat
The cuts are gone but somehow I'm still bleeding
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
Move to France
La Rochelle or Nice
Get a house
Pretend to live in peace
Paint the walls
A blackout of your face
Stalk the halls
Then move into the basement
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it's just you being right
Walk away, there's nothing I can say
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
Broken up like a tanker on the rocks
Not room for much
I'm like the Cubs against the Sox
On a plane, somewhere over the sea
I fall asleep, convinced that I ain't breathing
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do
Pick a fight, it's just you being right
Walk away there's nothing I can say
You know it's true
There's nothing I can do about you
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
So don't you mind the gap when you leave
There'll be time enough to turn tall tomorow
Son don't you mind the gap when you leave
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Spiffy and New
p.s. LadyBug love makes things better (tolerable).
A Dozen Just Because
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