When she was young, she'd listen to the radio
Waitin' for her favorite song
When it played, she'd sing along.

When I was young, I'd listen to the radio
Waitin' to hear her
When she came on, I'd sing along
Just like she did.

In your youth, a few weeks ago, you've never had to wait
to hear your favorite song
to hear your favorite artist
to sing along

It's never yesterday.
It's not even today.
It's always Right Now.
And Right Now Once More.
And once more after that.
Right.  *******.  Now.

We're doing 75 miles an hour down the highway and a song pops into your head.  You, Digital Native, are only a few clicks of your radio dial away from every song ever recorded.

"What's a radio?  Why do they call it a dial?"

That's when we get to the part
Where you're breakin' my heart.

****** doo lang lay, kid.
****** doo lang lay.

Why Easter eggs on Easter Sunday?
why not eggs made
by Faberge?
I'd like to find a chicken that laid those,
and why eggs at all?

Why not coconuts?

Just questions from
my question bag
feel free to tag me
with your answers.

There's a passenger wearing orange trews,
did he choose them?
and
the girl with spiky hair
is she wearing 'Harmony'?
is she really there?

At times I see but don't recall
that I have seen it all
before.

Serving rabbit stew on Easter Monday
is probably
not the thing to do
nor is picking your nose on the underground,
but that person
sitting opposite doesn't seem in
the slightest bit
concerned.

I suppose it takes all kinds of sports
to make all kinds of different sorts
I wish though they were sorted differently
and I didn't get sitting opposite me a nose picker.

Perhaps Wednesday will lay for me
a Dell computer,
I'll wait and see, cross my fingers, hold
my ***
but won't hold out much hope.

Anyway Wednesday is here,
tomorrow's but a Thursday
another day to lay my neck down
on the block
watch the clock
listen to a crock of....
...****** dooby's
emanating from someone's ear phones,
that's disconcerting
I'm listening too
because like everyone I'm trapped
and that's what trapped people
find they have to listen to
****** ****** dooby doo.

Is this getting there
when we're not
getting anywhere?

More to the point
does anyone really care if
he picks his nose and
passes it off
as one of those things.

'****** dooby doop doop doop, whaooo waa waa
'****** dooby doop doop doop, whaooo waa waa'

grew up listening to this and you're surprised
I talk *******!

Do you follow what you believe,

A follower saves no one, praying for divine relief

Oh

"No body knows the trouble I've seen..."

Do your beliefs beg to follow steps toward

A heaven created by a collective fantasy

Human ministry

A reward for not doing

"Bad deeds"

The road to hell is paved...

Here

The wilderness and kindness slowly fades...

With Good intentions

Oh

I meant to, never was good @ dat

Do *** ****** do the dew

The deeds need done

All good ones...so

Believe or follow

No one

But true to thy self is true to all else

Shadows follow

Believe you are the

Sun....

Feed the needy everyday

With truth every way

Believing need not pray

And knowing

Builds our better days...

Life follows

The sun.