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Category Archives: Little Thoughts

Happy is a Burden, smiling over there at me.
Closed are the curtains, at work are my dreams.

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Truth or Dare
Pass or fail
Sea tortoise lives longer than the hare
Rain or Hail
Winners don’t shiver
Infinite means time can’t – always be fair
Mom said dont slouch, stand up
Look eye to eye in the mirror
Dont pout, chin up
No Fear
Cool, Calm & Collected
I stand taller – than the dreams
I built with my erector set

Vanilla Web by DCA

Every starry night
I like to look up
And pick out the planes
Where did they take off?
Where will they land?

Every now and then
I like to walk for miles
With my headphones in
Are we better off now
Than we were way back when?

I know, I know, I know
This ain’t no vanilla web I’m caught up in
I know, I know, I know
This ain’t no web for catching dreams
I know, I know, I know
This vanilla web ain’t for make pretend

There are bucket lists
There are empty pans
Unrest is running with Peace of Mind
Seers are dressed up as the weatherman
And Danger walks and whistles

[break – whistling]

Danger, I’d watch your back
You and your list of demands
And the common man
Everyone wants to be a renegade
Blue jeans, a make believe cape
A holster and a pistol
Don’t ask me why, why, why
I’m only one man
I know, I know, I know
This ain’t no vanilla web we’re caught up in

This ain’t no vanilla web we’re caught up in
This ain’t no web for catching dreams
This vanilla web ain’t for make pretend

I know, I know, I know
This ain’t no vanilla web we’re caught up in
I know, I know, I know
This ain’t no web for catching dreams
I know, I know, I know
This vanilla web ain’t for make pretend

This ain’t no vanilla web we’re caught up in
This ain’t no web for catching dreams
This vanilla web ain’t for make pretend

Writer’s Block

Versus

Offensive Linemen

Brush stroke, brush stroke.
A new day, new folks.
Spread it too thin,
and it’ll all go up in smoke.
All I can say,
is sound growth.

Looking for a brick house with a backyard
Counted all the bars
The cut says, Life is So Hard
What should we do?
Head for the country road, in the car
Bounce around the scorecard
Can’t go back to the start
Got to learn to play this part
Picnic in the park
Getting out of the cage
And right away
The tides turn head high
The water is dark, dark
Surrounded by a crowd of waves and sharks
Nobody has a clue
The 90s were all the rage
Paperweight won’t budge
Gotta turn the page
She says someday
Now it’s someday
What should we do?

You’re so ahead of your time
And shades of vintage appear
Security Alert – Stealing my heart is a crime
That’s just starting with your eyes
I’m looking for a fire escape
I get caught in your hair
You say stay, it’s getting late
But you didn’t even need to say a word
I’m just a passenger as you drive
With you for every hill, every curve
They say love is blind
You got me yelling at the top of my lungs
Love is Alive

Clean Seams.
Big Dreams.
Sitting Beneath a Hall of Trees.
Light Beams shine through the Leaves.

You Know How to Get to Me.

Flames churn,

Fires burn.

Not gonna sit still in idle waiting for my turn.

Remember the drive
What were we looking for
Gest on our minds
The roads were dressed in yellow, red and orange

Remember riding
Driftwood on water far from the shore
The future and the horizon
The city’s one big lure

Want to go flying
Light and wave the torch
The silver lining
Plain fields of corn grow old

Where, where did you hide me
I could have sworn
It’d always be easy
I needed to find a thorn

What are best friends for
What are best friends for
What are best friends for