Rap Song

I'm on a roll and I've written a new rap song. For those of you who visit my site and appreciate the family friendly nature of it I've carefully edited the song for bad language and content.

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**** you and me ****** ***** ***

I believe ***** when **** we *** **** and ***

**** ****** *** ** ******** ***** 

Then ***** red ***** but **** and ***

** * **** ***** ** *** ***** ** ****

Chorus

**** *** ******* ***** ******

******* **** **** *****

** **** ****** ** ******

**** ***** *** ** ****

Purple ***** ** ***** in agony

*** *** pain ***** *** ****** her

I ******** *** ***** *** in ****

**** **** ****** *** ** **** *****

She ***** **** ******* ** * ***** 

Chorus

**** by the ******* into ********

you and **** ******* **** *****

***** in ******** and ****** **

smile ***** **** *** ***** up and 

if you ***** **** ** * **** *****

Chorus

An Amazing Country Song - sure to be a hit.

Yes folks, just what you were waiting for with baited breath. My last song attempt was so amazingly well written I've decided to broaden my horizons. And now... unveiling... a new country song... and only written in a couple minutes! Astounding, I know!

 It's all gone

I woke up this evening,

disturbed in my sleep. 

A smell wafted

on the cool midnight breeze.

I thought it might be smoggy   

but the air was acrid and near.

I ran for the yard like a hunted deer.   

The old homestead had stood for

about a hundred years

But the flames that reached higher than the roof

confirmed all my fears.

It had stood so long but no more.

Cause now it’s gone. Ohhhhhh it’s all gone.  

Chorus:

Ohhh you think you may have it all. 

But don’t take it for granted. 

You never know when it will disappear. 

Before you know it, it’ll up and go

and you’ll say like me – now it’s gone. 

Yes, it’s all gone.

I got in the car to

warn my neighbors

but when I backed up

I ran over my cats.

The smoke had spooked em

and there they all were

All nineteen there were huddled

like pitiful bats.  

The poor little darlings

had sought protection.

But in this world

things are so uncertain.

Their shelter had become their tomb

and now they’re gone. Ohhhhhh. They’re all gone.

Chorus

My Grandaddy’s car was old.

It ran on moonshine

Once it was daddy’s

but now it’s mine.

It was a green car.

Ahead of its years.

It was so reliable

we called it super gears.

But after running over nineteen cats

it couldn’t be in this world long.

Seventy years from its creation

and now it’s gone. Ohhhhh It’s all gone.

Chorus

I called my girlfriend.

She’d give me a lift

and help my unlucky fortune

to come to an end.

She looked me over.

My cat gut shoes

Smoke covered clothes and

no cool car to boot.

I’ve had better days I know it’s true.

She up and left me after three whole years.

You’d think she’d have stayed,

but now she’s gone. Ohhhhh. She’s all gone.

Chorus

I had a good life.

I was carefree.

There was the old homestead,

my grandaddy’s car,

cats, and my girlfriend

but now woe is me.

I wanted nothing else from life

that’s all I needed.

But now it’s all gone. Ohhhhhh. It’s all gone. 

Chorus

thankyouthankyouverymuch

Fuzzy Kittens and Rainbows

There' s a heavy metal song I heard bits of on the radio as my son flipped through channels the other day that illustrates just what's so amusing about the genre.

The guitars are squealing and the singers are screaming an almost incoherent lyric. Almost incoherent. It doesn't take me long to realize they are screeching about someone they love and how they are like a rainbow in the dark. A rainbow in the dark? That's sounds really... pretty.

So, in the spirit of things I thought I'd write a heavy metal song myself. You'll have to imagine the wailing of the guitars and the throat numbing squalling yourself as you read the lyric.

Kittens, bounding kittens, happy kittens. 

By your wondrous, sparkling eyes, wet nose, 

and cute little tails I am forever smitten.

Is there anything more ethereal than a kitten?
(Raucous multiple guitar solo here.)

Kittens, loving kittens, fluffy kittens.

Playful and joyful I fill my arms with your love. 

When I'm down my spirits you will nudge.

My heart swells, my heart sways,

my heart breaks at your pulchritude-iness ways.
(Lead singer breaks into agonized, incomprehensible caterwauling here.)

Kittens, rolling kittens, gamboling kittens.

Brown and yellow, black or grey,

The softness of your fur I could touch all day. 

Kittens, fuzzing kittens, purring kittens.

Sweetness and light. Sweetness and love.
(Deafening crescendo of crashing guitars and the last death breaths of all singers.)

You're like a star from up above.

Kittens, beautiful kittens, lovely kittens.

Little mewing member of the cat family.

You will always be a kitten to me. 

Maybe next week I'll write a country-western song...

The Treachery of Books

Books - those pesky word filled mind defying chameleons.

I enjoy reading. I enjoy having opinions about what I read. I enjoy posting my opinions about what I read on Goodreads.  I like archiving what I've read and what I thought of it in a neat orderly fashion.

On my currently reading bookshelf has been a book that I haven't been able to finish. Why? I lost it. I've looked everywhere for it. I've called all over town for it. I'd finally resigned myself to my fate. I'd left it at a doctor's office. A nice little surprise for someone who didn't have the foresight to bring their own reading material and finds a bonus sitting unassumingly next to them. Inside the book there is no name no address, nothing to identify it's owner. So some patient weary with waiting takes the treasure home and leaves me to wonder at its loss. This, I was sure, was what had happened to my absent reading material.

In the meantime I'm at home tearing my house apart. Cleaning out closets, dismantling beds searching to find what very likely was no longer in my house.

I've been updating the status of this book on Goodreads. Finally, in resignation, I updated my status one last time today. I said that I have to borrow the book from the library, or buy it again. Oh, the agony! Rebuying a book I already had! Borrowing a book that was once mine! I finish my post, and sigh. Slowly I get up. I turn. I look at the book shelves that stand in a row in my family room. I decide to give it one last look. I've looked through the books on the shelf so many times. I know it isn't there, but I look anyway.

There it is. In the corner, on the bottom shelf. Hiding. Concealing itself. Camouflaged from notice. Innocently looking like a book amongst many books. Apparently it wasn't too anxious to be read or it would not have so cleverly disguised itself like that.

Some well meaning person had evidently found it lying around the house somewhere and attempted to put it away. The audacity! How dare they! Putting things away like that!

And not with the other Biographies and memoirs where it was supposed to be, but right next to the pop up books!!! Now how is a person supposed to find a biography among pop up books? Not only that but there was a religious book installed next to it! How is a person supposed to function in this disorder?? Taking a closer look at the shelves I see the problem is running rampant. There are self help books in the novels and song books in with the comics. How can one endure???


Obviously the possibility that I have too many books cannot be true. The blame cannot lie in the innocent habit of collecting, hording and cataloguing them. Clearly the fault is with the person who touched my books! TOUCHED my BOOKS!!!!

My book was lying there, obviously being read, it had a book mark in it! It was being currently and actively read!! Is there no sanctity in the home? Is there no peace to be had in one's own dwelling? Why must one be subjected to nefarious acts of BOOK TOUCHING?????? How can I finish a book when it isn't left where I had placed it?

Oh! Pity me!