Well, hell. I'm 30.
1976 to 20
hundred years, plus the six -->
I'm 30 years old, and I'm about to roll
Down the road to something new.
I tell you, man, the troubles had me
but just as I understood,
that it was my choice and so I found my voice
to let you all know that I'm right here,
just kicking it up in heaven.
It's those summertime blues that getcha,
You know we gots ta stop!
We can't keep going on like this,
cuz, you know I'm gonna break your heart
Ah, but still you want my loving,
And still you give me a chance
It's too much to own, so I gotta let you know,
if you feel the same, we oughta quit this game,
but then again...we both like to dance.
We'll get the summertime blues, baby,
In my way, you never give me half a chance
To even tell you how happy I am
just to be another man.
Or that it is scenic picture
Or all the other words I want to say:
It's like, my arm gets tired of just beating it off,
so, I got to relax and face the facts:
I think you want me just as much.
So you know a little background about me:
I do want to be healthy
I wanna be super-everlasting
and I never want to be cheesy
I'm trying to get some air &
I'm trying to eat some greens.
I try to live like ya teach me
but it ain't easy when you know I only came
for those naughty in-betweens
After all, what else do we got?
But for you, Lord, ain't nothing worth its salt...
inside, outside, through it, up & down
I feel you all in my heart
Ah, but one rises above the rest
to say she is a woman!
And I see a woman, and Lord, I see a woman
more than one makes women and I swear to you
that's where the problems start.
Hey, it's just an elaborate illusion --
It's the summertime blues, baby,
You know that's all I got,
but it ain't where I want to stop.
I give you it all,
except my pockets are flat!
It's been that way since yesterday
If I saw you now, I'd still have nothing to say. . .you know
I love you in my own way.
The summer time blues baby
A tune that you can sing
Whether I am with you
or whether you are free.
It really makes no difference
Except it can make you cry
But I'll show you love and what's up above
If the time is tonight, then let's make it right,
I say, the summer time blues are fine.
hundred years, plus the six -->
I'm 30 years old, and I'm about to roll
Down the road to something new.
I tell you, man, the troubles had me
but just as I understood,
that it was my choice and so I found my voice
to let you all know that I'm right here,
just kicking it up in heaven.
It's those summertime blues that getcha,
You know we gots ta stop!
We can't keep going on like this,
cuz, you know I'm gonna break your heart
Ah, but still you want my loving,
And still you give me a chance
It's too much to own, so I gotta let you know,
if you feel the same, we oughta quit this game,
but then again...we both like to dance.
We'll get the summertime blues, baby,
In my way, you never give me half a chance
To even tell you how happy I am
just to be another man.
Or that it is scenic picture
Or all the other words I want to say:
It's like, my arm gets tired of just beating it off,
so, I got to relax and face the facts:
I think you want me just as much.
So you know a little background about me:
I do want to be healthy
I wanna be super-everlasting
and I never want to be cheesy
I'm trying to get some air &
I'm trying to eat some greens.
I try to live like ya teach me
but it ain't easy when you know I only came
for those naughty in-betweens
After all, what else do we got?
But for you, Lord, ain't nothing worth its salt...
inside, outside, through it, up & down
I feel you all in my heart
Ah, but one rises above the rest
to say she is a woman!
And I see a woman, and Lord, I see a woman
more than one makes women and I swear to you
that's where the problems start.
Hey, it's just an elaborate illusion --
It's the summertime blues, baby,
You know that's all I got,
but it ain't where I want to stop.
I give you it all,
except my pockets are flat!
It's been that way since yesterday
If I saw you now, I'd still have nothing to say. . .you know
I love you in my own way.
The summer time blues baby
A tune that you can sing
Whether I am with you
or whether you are free.
It really makes no difference
Except it can make you cry
But I'll show you love and what's up above
If the time is tonight, then let's make it right,
I say, the summer time blues are fine.
posted by Just Greg at Tuesday, March 07, 2006
2 Comments:
OK, so yes this was one of your best pieces, but does that mean you are going to stop here?
Why the need for public personal expression? I am researching this whole blogg thing in comparison to published autobiographies, so I am curious about your choice of media and how it affects what you present.
Well, damn! The whole problem with Blogger is that the PROGRAM is not written to be anything other than personal-expression mechanism. (I am a web-developer by day and run my own company.)
For example, I have no way to link or connect with you, Anonymous, and so I simply have to hope that you are SOOOOOOOOOOOooooo inspired and moved by my little self-love-fest here that you are inclined to RETURN. HA! And, if you do, I say it has more to do with the quality of your character than the quality of my writing. God Bless!
The advantage, of course, to Blogger is that there are thousands if not millions of people milling around, so there is almost some sort of voiceless community.
Your question is so pertinent to this whole "blog phenomenon" I think I shall use my Absolute Power to write a post about it. ;) Thanks for reading!
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