I’m sitting down to play piano. No, you said you were going to go through your phone’s voice recordings? Right. OK. 15 minutes of music only. I’ll set a timer. Don’t have a time. Need to get a timer. Get on the net, find a timer. Whoa, I was trying to get to tucows.com and entered twocows.com and those two ARE cows but we are not on a dairy farm. And now I’m writing about not writing. But I’m going to post it, so now I’m blogging. And having some sort of Matrix like self realization that the circle has come full.
OK, returning to task 1. Listen to voice recordings.
Just ONE song.
“Every day you think you’ve got it made
Had it made
Just for you and only…
Every time you think you’ve saved your face
Out of grace
And now the joke is on you.
Twice alone has seemed to leave you dry
I still try
When it all crumbles to the ground
Even then I want to pick it up
Pack it up
Then I’ll be on my marry way
And I say…
That I can be bigger than
I can be bigger than before.
History to me is, coming soon
Clouds of doom
Will soon be heading for your door
Seems to me we’ve got to
Find the tune
Change it soon
At least it’s something to try for.
Cuz I can be bigger than
I can be stronger than
I can be rich again
I won’t be this dumb next time
I can be free again
I can be me again
Either she’ll love me or won’t
She’ll miss me or she won’t
I’m not afraid to say
I don’t think it’s working anymore
Tonight, I know that
You know something’s wrong
And it feels a lot like death.”