One slice in your tin can Ten thousand to own them all With the shred that boss man pays you It's rob Peter to pay Paul Go see Chase, he's just down the hall
Cheese you have none, He sing denied Meet me round back. Driving? See Saul Tell 'em a cigar smoking Wall Sreet fella Has made you feel small Come see Chase when you stand tall
Deputy with the clipboard, he go "Bank no more quid pro quo Vacate now! Says the judges court room and Bank of Carrion Crow The Honarable Chimango"
The American dream in my head, never dead Fly on by you talking birds of prey. A rambling man, I plow ahead Even though there is much to dread Still not dead, still not dead
For Christmas my brother got me a gift card, placed it on a 2 foot section of a 1 by 4 and wrapped it. While the board was purely a joke I suspect there was an insinuating truth to it. I have a hard head and am rather slow to change,call it what you will, its me and I suspect its genetic and sometimes as my 1st father-in-law Ron would say "You got a use a board to keep that bull in check." He generally said it with a snarl, a snort and a grin.
It is harsh and a rather barbaric form of altering another's perspective. As a kid I learned of sudden impacts by rocks to the head thrown by friends on the playground, falls into appliances and even running head long into a concrete tunnel while yelling "SUPERMAN!!!" (I spent a large part of my childhood in military ER's). One thing I can attest to is that a swift knock to the head does do wonders to a man's perspective. It's as if, out of nowhere, those things that used to matter no longer do and "SUPERMAN" isn't so super anymore he's just man and that's ok.
Windsday, thats what I call it. Windsday was the day I was reminded of the power of the wind. I had seen it, felt it and even smelt it from living in hurricane alley for 14 years but never like this, never so concentrated and never so widespread
Life. Life is. Life is hard. Life is unfourtunate, disproportionate. Life is, what it is. Life is us togther and alone. Life is what we make of it.
Life. Life without. Life without you. Life without tecnicolor dreams. Life without serinty and joy. Life without hope sometimes, not always. Life without freedom, prisoner to my mind.
Life. Life with. Life with you. Life with joy restored. Life with us together again. Life with skip in our step. Life with a song in our hearts.
Life. Life takes. Life takes us. Life takes you, me. Life takes spirits ours intertwined. Life takes hearts mended through time. Life takes us togther loving as one.
Life. Life gives. Life gives sorrow. Life gives us hope. Life gives then takes away. Life gives joy just not everyday. Life gives us each a different perspective.
It is harsh and a rather barbaric form of altering another's perspective. As a kid I learned of sudden impacts by rocks to the head thrown by friends on the playground, falls into appliances and even running head long into a concrete tunnel while yelling "SUPERMAN!!!" (I spent a large part of my childhood in military ER's). One thing I can attest to is that a swift knock to the head does do wonders to a man's perspective. It's as if, out of nowhere, those things that used to matter no longer do and "SUPERMAN" isn't so super anymore he's just man and that's ok.
The Beatles
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James Taylor
Ron White
Doug Stanhope
Denis Leary
Dave Attell
Bill Hicks
Billy Joel
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