Jonathan Edwards: Shanty

Gonna sit down in the kitchen
And fix me something good to eat
And make my head a little high
And make this whole day complete
Cuz we gonna lay around the shanty, mama
And put a good buzz on

Well pass it to me baby
Pass it to me slow
We'll take time out to smile a little
Before we let it go
Cuz we gonna lay around the shanty, mama
And put a good buzz on

Well there ain't nothin' to do
And there's always room for more
Fill it, light it, shut up
And close the door
Cuz we gonna lay around the shanty, mama
And put a good buzz on

We gonna sit around the kitchen
Fix us somethin' good to eat
And make ourselves a little high
And make the whole day complete
Cuz we gonna lay around the shanty, mama
And put a good buzz on
Cuz we gonna lay around the shanty, mama
And put a good buzz on...

Sick Puppies -- Odd One

Odd one, you're never alone

I'm here and I will reflect you

Both of us basically unattached

To anything or anyone unless we're pretending

You live your life in your head

Some call it imagination

I'd rather focus instead on anything except

What I'm feeling

What I'm feeling

Odd one...

Hey, it's gonna be okay

Hey, we're gonna laugh at this one day

Odd one, I wish I was you

You're never concerned with acceptance

We are all desperately seeking out, a

And fitting with anyone

Who will accept us

But not you, odd one

Hey, it's gonna be okay

Hey, we're gonna laugh at this one day

Hey, it's gonna be okay

Hey, gonna laugh at this one day

Hey, it's gonna be okay

Hey, we're gonna laugh at this one day

Don't let someone tell you you're no-one

Don't let someone tell you you're no-one

Odd one...

La Musa de la Inspiracion

To tell the truth I have no other means of inspiration but that of music. The perfect muse. She will never tell you you're wrong or that you're not as "cool" as the other kids or that you are anything less than who you are. Music is divinity to me, and thus is the key ingredient to most of my stories. I love music...

My old friend lives up in the mountains
He flew up there to paint the world
He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on
This little picture to me seems blurred
Hard lines and the shadows come easy
I see it all just as clear as a bell
I just can't seem to set my easel to please me
I paint my Heaven but it looks like hell"

Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
Your window to the world might be your own front door
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
That's just about right

He says, "Man I ain't comin' down until my picture is perfect
And all the wonder is gone from my eyes
Down through my hands and on to the canvas
Still like my vision, but still a surprise"
"Real life," he says, "is the hardest impression
It's always movin' so I let it come through"
And that. my friend, I say, is the glory of true independence
Just to do what you do what you do what you do

Your blue might be gray, your less might be more
Your window to the world might be your own front door
Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night
That's just about right

My old friend came down from the mountain
Without even lookin' he found a little truth
You can go through life with the greatest intentions
But you do what you do what you just gotta do