There's this voice in the back of my head whispering little thoughts,
every day spilling words into the vortex to cause a chain reaction
of action each day that I step foot on this earth. Some days I shake
and shiver, wonderin' if it's the cause I want. Some days I take and
take a single breath one after the other. And whether or not I'm ready
to take the leap, that little voice keeps on  and on, steady thunderin'
in my brain as I snap both my legs together as the ledge reaches out
and that voice straps my thoughts right to the purpose that I belong.
And still each day I wake and I wonder, am I becoming what I want.
And each day I ponder and I shake because I just cannot be sure.
Yet, there's a little bit of a voice entirely committed to the choice
that I settle with both feet upon. And although I'm never certain,
and my heart, filled with its nervous palpitations, pitters and pats as
I sit and stare past the curtain, eyeing the world with its thisses and thats
that I'm not even sure I want to obtain, but still  so effectively contains,
I realize a couple things. I may not know my direction, but I'm not lost.
I may be filled with one too many faults that are in need of a correction,
but I'm not broken. So, each day a voice whispers in the back of my head,
and each day I whisper a little bit back and even though I'm a bit scared
of the mystery of life, an epiphany brings me back: I may not know my place,
but that voice keeps supportin' my claim and my head keeps saying the same,
so I'll just go ahead and keep this *******' smile on my face.

The clouds are rolling in
Loud--the thunderin'
Now the storm's begun,
Rain falls upon the stone.
No wars are ever truly won.
Dark clouds are rolling in....

I don't have to play
the respect card

When the other option
is common regard

Loose lips do sink ships
and it  leaves the other side doing back flips

Lord Thunderin' Jesus
as we say here on the coast

And that's the coast with the most
strictly speakin' a toast to the east

What displeases me most is
a the general lack of civility

On this big ol' world
that they call the Earth

I say, he's got a tick one
and I do mean his head

Some of those ideas
that he did give birth

Some of them good
for what it's worth

Give us this day
our daily bread

Those sugar plum fairies
dancing around in his head

"Donald Duck", I've heard them joke
While his big old pipe dream goes up in smoke

I hold him in regard and that's for sure
I have no respect for someone that I just have to endure

In the end he'll be a part of history
While all our lives will remain a mystery

I can do anything I want with words
Said genius Jimmy Joyce

I stood next to his statue
In Dublin with my boys

Heard Finnegan's Wake at Granny Brown's
Read a bit in Finnegans Wake

Here Comes Everybody!
Erin Go Bragh y Lady of the Lake.

Thunderin' Jaysus.