Tuesday, July 25, 2006

my new favorite song: the riddle

There was a man back in '95 / Whose heart ran out of summers / But before he died, I asked him / Wait, what's the sense in life / Come over me, Come over me / He said, "Son why you got to sing that tune / Catch a Dylan song or some eclipse of the moon / Let an angel swing and make you swoon / Then you will see...You will see." / Then he said, "Here's a riddle for you / Find the Answer / There's a reason for the world / You and I..." / Picked up my kid from school today / Did you learn anything cause in the world today / You can't live in a castle far away / Now talk to me, come talk to me / He said, "Dad I'm big but we're smaller than small / In the scheme of things, well we're nothing at all / Still every mother's child sings a lonely song / So play with me, come play with me" / And "Hey Dad / Here's a riddle for you / Find the Answer / There's a reason for the world / You and I..." / I said, "Son for all I've told you / When you get right down to the / Reason for the world... / Who am I?" / There are secrets that we still have left to find / There have been mysteries from the beginning of time / There are answers we're not wise enough to see / He said, "You're looking for a clue: I Love You free..." / The batter swings and the summer flies / As I look into my angel's eyes / A song plays on while the moon is hiding over me / Something comes over me / I guess we're big and I guess we're small / If you think about it man you know we got it all / Cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball / And I love you free / I love you freely / Here's a riddle for you / Find the Answer / There's a reason for the world / You and I...

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

that's life

Well, life has preempted blogging. Obviously. Visiting grandparents, Fourth of July, househunting, an injured shoulder. You know. Stuff like that. The grandparents and Fourth festivities were much enjoyed. The torn rotator cuff...not so much. And after eight months of househunting with nothing to show for it, I'm about to write that off as well. C'est la vie. And for the five of you who read my blog, that's why I haven't been writing.