Some days are good
Or I think they really are
I soak up the sun
And reach for the stars
Some days are bad
I suppose they really are
The sun seems too hot
And the stars — too far.

J'adore l'âge du jazz mais ce n'est pas mon âge.
Mon âge est ma vie.
Ma vie est ma famille et mes amis.
Ils ne vivent pas dans l'âge du jazz et je ne vais pas jeter ma vie à la merde pour tous les jazz dans le monde.
L'âge d'or,
pour moi,
est ici.
C'est la vérité.

Ici: here
Dans: in
Ma vie: my life
Et:  and
Mon âge: my time
J'adore: I adore
L'âge du jazz: the jazz age
Ills ne vivent pas: they do not live
Ma famille/mes amis: my friends/my family
est: is
ce n'est pas: it is not
C'est: it is
Pour moi: for me
La vérité:  the truth
L'âge d'or: the golden age
Je ne vais pas jeter à la merde pour tous les jazz dans le monde: **I would not throw it to **** for all the jazz in the world.

This is not a poem
This is a painting
This is called modern art.

Leather
wrinkled with age

but trusty

case in point
without the fluff

we are talking about a grip
that's been through it all

seen it all
and stood the test of time

There's a whistle blast
on the wings
of a guitar string

followed

by a mountain of mirth
joy and a little dirt
under our nails

as we ride the rails
you and I with an occasional dance
to distract us

from the cup of joe and fact
that we are flying
by the seat of our pants

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon