Thursday, January 6, 2011


I'm bored waiting for the boss man to call me to tell me he's awaiting my labor, so I thought I'd relate some of the lyrics of songs that have been floating through my brain lately.

From "Poetry" by Walt Wilkins:

Now somebody made everything
From the soul inside out to Saturn's rings
How my baby smiles
And how Ray Charles sings
Of course we were created

And part of the chorus:

I can't explain a blessed thing
Not a falling star or a feathered wing
Or how a man in chains has the strength to sing (Like a bird)
Just one thing is clear to me 
There's always more than what appears to be
When the light's just right I swear I see

I was in this mood a couple of days ago:

Mike McClure - "Light On My Hands"

I don't wanna go down to the grocery
Afraid I'll see somebody I know
Then they'll ask me how I've been doing
I just wanna get my things and go

And for whatever reason. I just love this song. I think it's a clever take on a familiar country song.

Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers - "Tell Yer Momma"

Tell your momma your daddy done quit his drinking
Tell your momma your daddy done found the Lord
Tell your momma your daddy done quit his cussing, his fighting, his carrying on
But don't you tell your momma goddamn your daddy's bored

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