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Austin boy, whose C’ville show I am sorry to have missed. Song linked below.
I’m temp unable to sit at a computer for very long, but I’ve got a non-quoting post for you in soon enough.
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Well, things change fast
But
this too shall pass
Better carve it on your forehead
Or tattoo it on your ass
Cause who can tell
When the clock strikes twelve
If today’s become tomorrow
Or if it’s all just gone to hell

My friend makes rings
She swirls and sings
She’s a mystic in the sense
That she’s still mystified by things
But scared to ask
How can nothing seem to last
Cause like a cancer in your body
It all just goes too fast

We think too big
We think our self is one whole thing
And we claim that this collection
Has a name and is a being
But deep inside
When every cell divides
It sets upon the rule that states
Self-interest is divine, and

Cancer, too
Lives by this golden rule
That you must do unto the others
As the others unto you
All for the best
Cause that’s all the life accepts
And so we kill it like a buffalo
With awe and with respect

Don’t ask God
Just holler at the the sky, cuz
She’ll tell it to you plainly
In the clouds that whisper by
And praise the shapes
And then praise the way they change
And they’ll teach you not to pray to light
Without you pray to rain

So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
But as for health
I just never did believe
And so I never prayed myself
Except to those that prayed for me

The story goes
Or the way that I was told
There was a king that always felt too high
And then he fell too low
And so he called
All the wise men to the hall
And he begged them for a gift
To end the rises and the falls

And here’s the thing
They came back with a ring
It was simple and was plainly
Unbefitting of a king
Engraved in black, well
It had no front or back
But there were words around the band that said
Just know: This Too Shall Pass

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Another silly “song”. A friend says a thing, I make a series of rhymes.

Things I’d Rather Do Than Be Loved By You

Dear Law School. It started out cool.

I made tons of changes for you and your love.

Law School, I learned to talk just like a tool.

Took the pressure and hung with tons of gunners.

But Law School, now, I’ve been seeing someone

A therapist who wants to ruin our fun

He said, this relationship sounds abusive,

Even mentioning Jones Day didn’t make him effusive.

Law school… It’s all over now.

I’d rather shove my head in a cow

Than be loved by you

I’d rather have them pull my teeth

Sepukku, sword from my sheath

Than sit here some more and 

be “loved” by you.

Loose rhyme, loose rhyme – stilted rhythm, quirky beat

Law School … I’ve boxed up your stuff

We’re through, oh, yes, I’ve had enough

I only keep going to class for the professor’s sake

(No need to hurt the children)

Come pick up this box, damn you.

Law School, yeah, I can’t quite quit you

But that’s just massive debt, I still want to slit you

From stem to stern.

Law School, you make my words violent

I’d rather be punched in the face

Than be loved by you

I’d rather run a one-legged race,

Lose every paternity case

Than be loved by you


Stare decisis – I’m quitting, I’ll never get J.D.’d!

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I enjoy making silly rhymes. If I had my druthers, I’d essentially be the Flight of the Conchords or similar for a living and a happy. This is also part of why I go through my days making up verses for the ‘Boom De Yada’ song.

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Don’t Lie to ME, Jailbait

Jesse McCartney, you were fourteen

A bit of a time delay before you got on screen

You’re only two years younger, but you know what I mean

Watched you on Disney Channel, pretended I was a tween

 

But you’re trying to pull that jump from pop

Switching genres,yet stay on top (at least of the Disney Channel charts)

Landing on the charts with R&B

At least it’s already been done, by JT

 

Though you’re no pioneer

You can still make a fellow feel queer

And scare a girl for thinking things

About a yooooungster

(Mary Kay Letourneau, -tourneau, -tourneau…)

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