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Full moon skiddin' cross the scud in the sky
Mud blood guts and beer spillin' on the rye
Hot tub hair a hangin' like moss from a tree
Smells like Texas clear up to my knee
Mouth harp's a whinin' 'bout a girl back home
Pianer player's tears clean the ivory bone
Feller from Cleveland's got some stinkin' weed
Smokes it in the bathroom and it hasn't got a seed
Drinkin' and a thinkin' and a prancin' and a dancin'
Tryin' to rope a heifer's like gamblin' and a chancin'
Barkeep says he's gotta close up tight
Take it home, try tomorrow, don't get in a fight
Headin' down the highway, headlights on the moon
Thinkin' 'bout movin' to Montana in june
In bed all alone i turn the lights down dim
Roller coaster rivers take me for a swim
Dreamin' of a Dallas whore sittin' on the throne
The whole damn world wants to hear her moan
"Gimme mud an' gimme blood and gimme guts an' beer"
She shouts it out atop the pot for all the world to hear
But when she pulls the handle, the bathroom starts to shake
Walls are a crumblin', it's a California quake
Wake up in a sweat, got a tear in my eye
Full moon skiddin' cross the scud in the sky
It is sung on the record ALMOST verbatim to the above lyrics, with a couple background vocals lines added.
This is not the poem i wrote for Thanksgiving but it is the poem i just wrote
Slabor of Lub
Oh, how i slabored for your love
delaybered and jaybird for yer gov
I even flavored your belabored glove
I writ and i quit and i writ smore
I print and i sprint and i copy galore
I even threw a fit soze i could git l'amour
Darken, lighten, reduce and indent
Hearken, brighten, deduce and tint
This laboratory love is so circumspent
Oh, how i slabored for your nub
beneighbored and trailered fer yer grub
I even savored your disfavor wid my stub
Oh, how i slabored for your love
Ode to Work
Thou annointest me with praise and promotion,
Thou favorest me with perk and party,
Thy paycheck and thine project are mine.
Oh, how sweet the scent of thy sweat -
The blessed perspiration of thy success.
Tis from the bosom of thy factories that i drink.
Oh, work, i find myself in thee and thee in me.
My days are made full and my nights rest full because of thee.
Mine hands are filled with pleasure at thy touch.
Yeah, toil and struggle are rewarded bi-weekly and with bonus,
Thou transformest my labor into gaseous vapors vent from volvos,
Mine actions into rent offerings unto the Lords of the Land.
Unto thee i come daily and in sleep i dream of thee.
Know thee me not ?
Hast thou not kept me and fed me lo these years ?
Ah, Lord of Labor, know this -
Tis i that have fattened you,
Tis i that spent my soul for thy fortune.
Yet, give me pause this day to thank you.
For twas my gift, my labor of love.
And i have fathered for you many products.
So let us take our luncheon long and lay beneath the sun.
Twas labor in painful pleasure that brought us forth,
And we, in labor, bear both sweet and bitter fruit.
As for the kids, they're doing great ! Chris is attending school regularly and keeping out of trouble as best he can. Aloha is busy with planning and coordinating school activities and keeping up her good grades. Willow is talking up a storm and amazing us daily.
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