I've been lonely before

He made me laugh, He made me cry
He smoked his stogies in bed
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I've been lonely before

I asked the boy for a few kind words
He gave me a novel instead
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I've been lonely before

Its fine, it's okay
It was wrong either way
I just wanted to say
There isn't much fun when you're drinking for one

He got drunk, he fell down
He threw a few of my things around
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I've been lonely before

I'd like to believe that it's easy to leave
But I have to conceive that wherever you are
You're still driving my car

Sticks and stones break my bones
But tears don't leave any scars
so I'm all alright, I'm all alright
I've been lonely before

He played solitaire in bed
Used to blow bubbles in bed
He sang Christmas songs in bed

Happy with Blisters

The weekend in Memphis left me with burning eyes, a bubbly stomach and yet another broken iphone.

Zoe’s 6th birthday was a success and I’m fairly certain I did a decent job of picking out the perfect gift of Zhu Zhu pets and accessories.

Ribs and Blues, Football and beer, go-carts and bumper cars, 90s dancing and Wet Willy’s, Peabody ducks, sleeping late, fine wine and unlimited pizza.

I honestly don’t know what else I could have accomplished in a three day period, but, I am grateful that I decided not to go to the LSU game.

its contagious

They made a statue of us
And put it on a mountain top
Now tourists come and stare at us
Blow bubbles with their gum
Take photographs for fun, for fun

They'll name a city after us
And later say it's all our fault
Then they'll give us a talking to
Because they've got years of experience
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious

We wear our scarves just like a noose
But not 'cause we want eternal sleep
And though our parts are slightly used
New ones are slave labor you can keep

We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
We're living in a den of thieves
And it's contagious

They made a statue of us
The tourists come and stare at us
The sculptor's mama sends regards
They made a statue of us
Our noses have begun to rust
We're living in a den of thieves
Rummaging for answers in the pages
Were living in a den of thieves

And it's contagious

...

"Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse. You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. But let us not come with any patronising nonsense about His being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to." - C.S. Lewis

Roots, rock, raggae...

Hey Mister Music, sure sounds good to me
I can't refuse it, what to be got to be
Feel like dancing, dance cause we are free
Feel like dancing, come dance with me