Some Beams and Sun Beams

And the weatherman said to my friend,
"What's your name?"
My friend said, "Write yours down, mine is almost the same."
Erase the "S" and "M" in their place put a "G" and "R"
And an "ND" look at me what's that say
Then the weatherman stood with his head hung in shame
He took off his big belt, put it down, turned away
But my friend said, "Don't leave, I just harvested beets, let's go eat at my place."
With his mouth full the weatherman stared at his plate
And he knew it was his heart that made my friend great
Not his muscles, his money, his job or his name or his fame
See my friend isn't famous
He is just a good person who grows what he eats
And if you have a mouth then he will try to feed you
And if you are cold he'll put wood in the stove
Grab a quilt and some warm flannel sheets
So the Grand Champion called up Sam Champion
Said, "Let's plant a garden in the heart of this wasteland."
And Sam said, "Hey man, this'll be breaking news,"
but Grand said, "I won't wait for your camera crews.
See, I don't do what I do for the glory.
I do what I do because it's a good story.
I do what I do because there is a need and a hunger created by corporate greed.
See there's a surplus of food in this country, 
And nobody should ever go to sleep hungry,
But that food is kept under lock and key
Considered a privilege for people with money."
Then the weatherman dropped to his hands his knees
With a tear in his eye and unable to speak
He was driven to action by only compassion
He dug in the dirt and he planted some beans
Planted some beans
Planted some beans
Planted some beans
Planted some beans

Grandma said to me
If you only have one bean
And you meet someone with no bean
You should give them half your bean
Cause you will be less hungry
If you eat just half a bean
Than if you eat a whole bean in front of somebody with no bean. 

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah

No change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mind
I am here in my mind
But I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mind
No, no, no, no, no, no, no,no,no,no,no,no(fading away)

Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

No change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mind
I am here in my mind
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mind
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I can't change
I can't change it

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet
Trying to find some money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
where all the veins meet yeah

You know I can't change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mind
I am here in my mind
And I'm a million different people
from one day to the next
I can't change my mind
No, no, no, no, no

I can't change my mind
no, no, no, no, no,
I can't change
Can't change my body,
no, no, no

I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
That you've ever been down
That you've ever been down

What causes the Mondays?

Sleeping in Sunday mornings,
                   due to staying up late both Friday
                                       and then Saturday night.

Resulting is trouble of sleeping Sunday night   giving you            
                                                                                                a case of the Mondays.

I think we are always suppose to feel lost at some point. 

What kind of life is it living with all the answers to your questions. A boring one.  

Want What You Can't Have

Sometimes a girl wants what she can't have. Is that because she doesn't like what she has?

I think therefore I am...

whatever I think I am.

Listen to What Needs to be Heard

She never liked the way he treated her like a child. 

          Listening to her worries as if they were fiction.

                          When they should've been treated as facts.

                                                      

   Because to her they were. 

                                                                       And that's all that needs to be heard.