Don't you know the crime rate's going UP, UP, UP, UP, UP

Some people's hot
Some people's cold
Some people's not very
Swift to behold
Some people do it
Some see right through it
Some wear pyjamas
If only they knew it

You do the thing you love the best.
What separates you from the rest,
And what you love to do the most?
And when they ask me how you dance,

The gravity
Of whether you were meant for me
Came crashing like a symphony
In someone else's used to be

Outside my window is a tree...

from the cradle to the crypt is a mighty short trip...

~Steve Goodman

"Dr. Bogenbroom"

I have one foot in the graveyard and the other on the bus,
and the passengers do trample each other in the rush.
And the chicken hearted lawman is throwing up his fill
to see the kindly doctor to pass the super pill.
Well, I'm going down, three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom.
Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom.

Well I've tried my best to love you all,
all you hypocrites and whores,
with your eyes on each other and the locks upon your doors.
Well you drowned me in the fountain of life and I hated you
for living while I was dying, we were all just passing through.
Well, I'm going down, three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom.

 Red_Dragon wrote: 
Got some pixie dust in your pouch?

What about the boy?! What about the boy?! What about the boy he saw it all!

Some would be happy just to have one dream come true,
but everything you gather, is just more that you can lose.

We are stardust, we are golden,
We are billion year old carbon,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Old man, take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you
I need someone to love me
The whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes
And you can tell that's true

I awake to see that no one is free
We're all fugitives, look at the way we live

Six o' clock in the morning
I feel pretty good
So I dropped into the luxury of the Lords
Fighting dragons and crossing swords
With the people against the hordes who came to conquer
Seven o'clock in the morning
Here it comes, I taste the warning
And I'm so amazed I'm here today
Seeing things so clear this way
In the car and on my way to Stonehenge
I'm flying in Winchester cathedral
Sunlight pouring through the break of day
Stumbled through the door and into the chamber
There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace
And a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on her face
And a feeling deep inside of me
Tells me this can't be the place
I'm flying in Winchester cathedral
All religion has to have its day
Expressions on the face of the Savior
Made me say
"I can't stay"
Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ
For anyone to heed the call
So many people have died in the name of Christ
That I can't believe it all
Now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799
And the day he died it was a birthday
And I noticed it was mine
And my head didn't know just who I was
And I went spinning back in time
And I am high upon the altar
High upon the altar, high
I'm flying in Winchester cathedral
It's hard enough to drink the wine
The air inside just hangs in delusion
But given time
I'll be fine
Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here
Too many people have lied in the name of Christ
For anyone to heed the call
Too many people have died in the name of Christ
That I can't believe it all
And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799
And the day he died it was a birthday
And I noticed it was mine
And my head didn't know just who I was
And I went spinning back in time
And I am high upon the altar
High upon the altar, high

Be here now...

 oldviolin wrote: 
Time to dig that out and dust it off.

A nice thing to ring out the old year with ...  and good riddance to it, too.  This year, not the album ...

I'm so vermisht anymore.

fa la la la la, la-la la la...

gotta get in to get out...

She'll be comin' 'round the mownt n' when she comes...

Yeah, there's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn't look much stranger
Walkin' in the hall with his things and all
Smilin, said he was the Lone Ranger