my current blog title comes from a song from one of my favorite musicians, Mike Knott...the lyrics are slightly more depressing than my interpretation of that sentence, but i just thought i'd share the genius of Mike Knott with y'all:
Call on You
Call on You most often when
It seems that I will never win
Gettin' black and blue
Beaten to a pulp
By mis-choosed avenues
Light I see down the street somewhere
Turns chilly, dark by the time I get there
Everyone is foolin' me
With happy smiles and half-sympathies
Some day I'll know You
With a smile
Some day I'll see You like the dew
But for now I'll call on You
For help with cash and bills overdue
And strength that I can influence right
Little One I hold so tight
Like slingshot breaks
Snaps a hand
I know one day I'll understand
Call on You most often when
It seems that I will never win
Gettin' black and blue
Beaten to a pulp
By mis-choosed avenues
Light I see down the street somewhere
Turns chilly, dark by the time I get there
http://michaelknott.com/lyrics/altwor.html#call
1 comment:
You said "y'all", right? What's up with that, eh?
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