Gimme the good life

Bon Bon Vie

Who's gonna raise me when I'm dead

Dear Mr. Man

We tired of yall

Lions and tigers and bears

Oh my

Nothing even matters

Chapter 2

Then, all of a sudden, you hear your song again, of all places, radiating from the ground beneath your feet. Can it be that just like Dorothy, you have had the power to go home all along. Maybe you needed to help the brainless, the heartless and the fraidy cats of the world find their way too. Its been a long strange trip but its time to go home.

You dig with all your worth. As you excavate all manner of precious substances are revealed. Gold and diamonds fly into the air with every blow. But it matters not because the song beneath it all is not yet revealed.

The song, your song, that song that brought you to this place, the song that you wondered if you would ever hear again, was here to take you further along your journey, maybe even to the place that you belong.

Beginning as a whisper, it gets stronger with each passing day, hour and minute. It radiates until the vibrations rattle the core of your very essence.

But how can it be that no one else hears. Surely they hear it too but simply do not understand or simply seek to deceive you into ignoring it.

Until the real thing comes along

O holy night

Christmas time is here

I never thought it was such a bad little tree.

Twas the night before Christmas

Now do you call that a buddy

If you want a friend...

Its Growing

Like the snow ball rolling down the side
of a snow covered hill
Its growing

Everyday it grows a little more
than it was the day before

And where its gonna stop I'm sure
Nobody knows

Jive Samba

A ritualistic dance performed by turkeys while trying to avoid becoming the main course

Suicide is painless

Is this thing on

Microphone check

one two one two

Still feeling sorry for yourself?

Which way is up

If I could

Work to do

Best friend

Wheelers and dealers

Chain reaction

Nutville

Go East Young Man

Whisper not

The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide Is Press Coverage

Just the lonely talking again

You can't lose what you ain't never had

Gone too far

One less bell to answer

Protecting the brand

Now I ain't sayin she a gold digger

Just Friends

An imitation of life

is like a three ring circus

going round and round and round and round