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Monthly Archives: January 2010

Hmmm, hum, hum, hum, I hum
Peace to the mind
That happy kind
Cause happy thoughts make me fly
What do I find
Nothing has passed except tense
What I found
Miles of sidewalks
Crossroads
Sunny rays, rainy days, snowy caves
I skipped on after cracks
Pounding the concrete
As the blocks are drums
Sticks and stones were thrown
A present you didn’t know
I eat with the sticks
Step on the stones
Cross the Great Lakes
And streamline to new land-escapes
In the day like the night
Under the Northern Lights
Nothing makes me shine more
Than yesterday’s cloudy day

MIA to CMH to the castle
To the city with the fresh water beach
I’m in the mountains
Flying over seas
It doesn’t matter where I am
Evergreen made me

MIA to CMH to the castle
To the city with the fresh water beach
I’m in the mountains
Flying over seas
It doesn’t matter where I am
Evergreen made me

My style can’t be cloned
Clothes are skinny to baggy
Converse, Chucky T’s, assorted colors
Stealth black to green
Nice and comfy, feeling lucky
The rooms I walk in
Light up like a Blue Moon
People are clappin’ – clappin’ – happy
And then I’m gone with the wind
Known in the end
Soaring with the best
To where and when
Sending postcards to my friends
From there and then
The rooster crows
The hens pop up from their nest
To see me wake from my rest
My hood sits on my head
It’s my Lion’s mane
I’m ready to hang
AK is hidden in my name

MIA to CMH to the castle
To the city with the fresh water beach
I’m in the mountains
Flying over seas
It doesn’t matter where I am
Evergreen made me

MIA to CMH to the castle
To the city with the fresh water beach
I’m in the mountains
Flying over seas
It doesn’t matter where I am
Evergreen made me

To you I threw my hand
Asked if you wanted to grab
Lunch but it was ten
A.M., you were sound asleep
And now you wish you had
Cause this place I’m at
Has the air
That tastes good in the lungs
You say I dropped the ball
It wobbled from my hands
But that was planned
You looked away too soon
Missed it on the news
I caught it on the tongue of my shoe
And punted it high into the stands
Yellow flag, fifteen leaps back
Hmmm, hum, hum, hum, I hum
Yells echo back, the fans
The next week there are no empty seats
The owner asks politely, please
Keep it up; you’ll get what you want
What you need
Here-are one-hundred stacks of high society
But you should know
I’ll be me for free
So tomorrow I can wake
To do what I want, what I please
And we’ll see what tomorrow brings

MIA to CMH to the castle
To the city with the fresh water beach
I’m in the mountains
Flying over seas
It doesn’t matter where I am
Evergreen made me
Evergreen made me
Evergreen made me

My hands shake
I’m nervous
My hands turn cold
Brain slips into my long sleeves
I froze
Stuck to the pole
I build a fire
With wood and charcoal
Freeing me from a cryogenic sleep
Into a holiday
Build a float
A bridge like a rose
Cross the moat to heaven
You can find me looking like Waldo
In the clouds with a hat, puffy ball
Black framed lenses
Smile on my face
Cars, trains and planes pass
In a parade
Feet march to the mix-tape
Pull the pin and throw
Beware decade, I got a hand-grenade
I got a hand-grenade

I got my dreams
I got my dreams
And this hand-grenade’s pin is pulled
And now it’s thrown
I’m waiting for it to explode
I’m free on my way

I got my dreams
And this hand-grenade’s pin is pulled
And now it’s thrown
I’m waiting for it to explode
I’m free on my way
I’m free on my way

Breakfast, I eat the best
Steak and eggs
You told me to break a leg
Didn’t think that I’d make
It this far
Thus far I didn’t know
What was par
Median, average
Cup of Joe
Sugar cubes
Crème of the lot
I refuse to be the burden
In the news
I don’t know
I just go
Cars, trains and planes pass
In a parade
Feet march to the mix-tape
Pull the pin and throw
Beware decade, I got a hand-grenade
I got a hand-grenade

I got my dreams
I got my dreams
And this hand-grenade’s pin is pulled
And now it’s thrown
I’m waiting for it to explode
I’m free on my way

I got my dreams
And this hand-grenade’s pin is pulled
And now it’s thrown
I’m waiting for it to explode
I’m free on my way
I’m free on my way

At the end
Replicate the adrenaline
Pull the pin and throw
The hand-grenade
Into the next decade
Fear doesn’t need to stay
Don’t let your dreams fade
Obey the first priorities
And make your way
As U and S, Postal Serviced mail
Into the next decade
To the end of the day
Toss the grenade
Beware decade, I got a hand-grenade
I got a hand-grenade

I got my dreams
I got my dreams
And this hand-grenade’s pin is pulled
And now it’s thrown
I’m waiting for it to explode
I’m free on my way

I got my dreams
And this hand-grenade’s pin is pulled
And now it’s thrown
I’m waiting for it to explode
I’m free on my way
I’m free on my way

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