I want to find my happy place
With all the death and destruction
From hurricanes, war and dysfunction
With bad news on the TV tonight
I’ll go to sleep, just to wake-up in a fright.
I want to find my happy place,
Where I can see your smiling face,
Under a warm clear blue sky,
When the birds kiss as they fly.
The government’s gone over the top
Taking freedoms’ away with every axe chop
They claim terror around every corner
When in reality they’re just like Little Jack Horner
I want to find my happy place,
Where I can see your smiling face,
Under a warm clear blue sky,
When the birds kiss as they fly…
This endless killing and hate
Has us forgetting about love and fate
If we don’t stop abusing each other’s trust
We will never get off this life ending rush
I want to find my happy place,
Where I can see your smiling face,
Under a warm clear blue sunny sky,
When the birds kiss as they fly…
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Tuesday, September 6, 2005
The girl in my rearview mirror
On my way to work this morning waiting for a red light to go green,
She pulled up behind me in something that looked like a dream.
All I can see in my rear-view mirror is her
Big blue eyes and her long brown hair.
The girl in the rear-view mirror doesn’t seem to care.
Waiting any longer would be a real shame because,
We’re starting to play the rear-view mirror eye game…
The girl in my rearview mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rearview mirror is a real cutie.
She’s putting on her morning make up,
She’s talking on her cell phone.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is in her driving zone,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is driving all alone.
I’m pulling in for my coffee at Annie’s party store,
She’s pulling in at the gas station next door.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is filling up with high-octane
The girl in my rear-view mirror is right behind me,
That girl in my review mirror is making me weak in the knees.
She’s got a smile that keeps me looking,
When she flips her hair in that high beam reflection
She sends a strong radar wave in my direction…
The girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rear-view mirror is a real cutie.
She’s putting on her morning make up,
She’s talking on her cell phone.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is in her driving zone,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is driving all alone.
Looking in my rearview mirror looks like she’s singing a tune,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is lip sinking to “Blue Moon”
That girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
She’s all alone like a ship drifting at sea.
The girl in my rear-view mirror just passed me by
The girl in my rear-view mirror is going to make me cry.
She is a real cutie but seems like not a bit to shy
As she drove on by she gave me a wave,
My rear-view cutie mouthed the words “now behave”
The girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rear-view mirror is a real cutie.
She’s putting on her morning make up,
She’s talking on her cell phone.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is in her driving zone,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is driving all alone.
The girl in my review mirror is now in front of me,
Now I’m the one who’s looking to see.
I must be to her what she is to me because,
I see her looking through her rear-view mirror at me.
I’ll give her a smile and a small little nod,
Man, I hope she doesn’t think I’m a clod!
The girl that was in my rear-view window is turning away
Those blue eyes are but a faint memory when,
Another car has pulled up behind me and…
The girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rear-view mirror is a real cutie.
She pulled up behind me in something that looked like a dream.
All I can see in my rear-view mirror is her
Big blue eyes and her long brown hair.
The girl in the rear-view mirror doesn’t seem to care.
Waiting any longer would be a real shame because,
We’re starting to play the rear-view mirror eye game…
The girl in my rearview mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rearview mirror is a real cutie.
She’s putting on her morning make up,
She’s talking on her cell phone.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is in her driving zone,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is driving all alone.
I’m pulling in for my coffee at Annie’s party store,
She’s pulling in at the gas station next door.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is filling up with high-octane
The girl in my rear-view mirror is right behind me,
That girl in my review mirror is making me weak in the knees.
She’s got a smile that keeps me looking,
When she flips her hair in that high beam reflection
She sends a strong radar wave in my direction…
The girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rear-view mirror is a real cutie.
She’s putting on her morning make up,
She’s talking on her cell phone.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is in her driving zone,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is driving all alone.
Looking in my rearview mirror looks like she’s singing a tune,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is lip sinking to “Blue Moon”
That girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
She’s all alone like a ship drifting at sea.
The girl in my rear-view mirror just passed me by
The girl in my rear-view mirror is going to make me cry.
She is a real cutie but seems like not a bit to shy
As she drove on by she gave me a wave,
My rear-view cutie mouthed the words “now behave”
The girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rear-view mirror is a real cutie.
She’s putting on her morning make up,
She’s talking on her cell phone.
The girl in my rear-view mirror is in her driving zone,
The girl in my rear-view mirror is driving all alone.
The girl in my review mirror is now in front of me,
Now I’m the one who’s looking to see.
I must be to her what she is to me because,
I see her looking through her rear-view mirror at me.
I’ll give her a smile and a small little nod,
Man, I hope she doesn’t think I’m a clod!
The girl that was in my rear-view window is turning away
Those blue eyes are but a faint memory when,
Another car has pulled up behind me and…
The girl in my rear-view mirror is looking at me,
the girl in my rear-view mirror is a real cutie.
Saturday, August 6, 2005
My first bronze sculpture
This was my first bronze sculpture, based on a model I photographed formy figure study series.
Mr. Migraine
Woke up about 2:00am with a pounding in my head,
Woke up about 2:00am with the walls spinning round my bed.
Had a flashback to the days of Gizmo,
And thought I was looking through a goofy colored prizmo.
Turns out it was my old friend Mr. Migraine,
Back again to make me go insane with that never-ending brain pain.
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
I left for work on a bright sonny day,
The kind that makes you think of a roll in the hay.
All the cheer was just a fake how-do-you-do,
I can barely stand the light because it feels like some sort of evil Voodoo.
As long as my old friend Mr. Migraine is here the sun glasses will never come off,
People look at me like as if I’m crazy and when I look back they are all a bit hazy.
As long as Mr. Migraine is here the sun glasses will never come off.
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
Floating high on a prescription buzz,
I’ve got one so bad my tongue feels like fuzz.
On the way home MR. Migraine seems to be taking a break,
I hate that Mr. Migraine makes me act so fake.
He’s playing his nasty old tricks on me,
Because when the glasses come off all I can see,
Is a swirling mess of colors.
This dammed thing is going to get the best of me,
Mr. Migraine please set me free!
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
Getting home my family thinks I’m cranky,
Mr. Migraine and I have been through a long day,
I wish I could remember what I wanted to say,
But Mr. Migraine has taken my thoughts along the way.
Confusion, pain and anger have gotten to close to me,
Mr. Migraine is making me insane.
It hurts to here her say “take a chill pill” because I’m already there,
And my old friend Mr. Migraine has me weaker still…
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
One thing is for certain Mr. Migraine you will never win,
Because giving into you would be a mortal sin.
When the fog clears and the glasses come off,
I can say, I made it through and although I don’t
Remember everything today,
I will wake another day to say…
Migraines are a real drag,
Mr. Migraine I need to get of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
Woke up about 2:00am with the walls spinning round my bed.
Had a flashback to the days of Gizmo,
And thought I was looking through a goofy colored prizmo.
Turns out it was my old friend Mr. Migraine,
Back again to make me go insane with that never-ending brain pain.
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
I left for work on a bright sonny day,
The kind that makes you think of a roll in the hay.
All the cheer was just a fake how-do-you-do,
I can barely stand the light because it feels like some sort of evil Voodoo.
As long as my old friend Mr. Migraine is here the sun glasses will never come off,
People look at me like as if I’m crazy and when I look back they are all a bit hazy.
As long as Mr. Migraine is here the sun glasses will never come off.
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
Floating high on a prescription buzz,
I’ve got one so bad my tongue feels like fuzz.
On the way home MR. Migraine seems to be taking a break,
I hate that Mr. Migraine makes me act so fake.
He’s playing his nasty old tricks on me,
Because when the glasses come off all I can see,
Is a swirling mess of colors.
This dammed thing is going to get the best of me,
Mr. Migraine please set me free!
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
Getting home my family thinks I’m cranky,
Mr. Migraine and I have been through a long day,
I wish I could remember what I wanted to say,
But Mr. Migraine has taken my thoughts along the way.
Confusion, pain and anger have gotten to close to me,
Mr. Migraine is making me insane.
It hurts to here her say “take a chill pill” because I’m already there,
And my old friend Mr. Migraine has me weaker still…
Oh God… Another morning waking up with that pounding in my head,
When I was younger sometimes wished I was dead,
Migraines are a real drag, Mr. Migraine I need to get out of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
One thing is for certain Mr. Migraine you will never win,
Because giving into you would be a mortal sin.
When the fog clears and the glasses come off,
I can say, I made it through and although I don’t
Remember everything today,
I will wake another day to say…
Migraines are a real drag,
Mr. Migraine I need to get of bed,
Mr. Migraine get the hell out of my head!
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