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"It's time for a change
what else can I do
the clock ticking time
I better make up my mind
is it me or is it you
tonight as I'm losing control
I will drink to the queen of my soul"



~ Blue Rodeo ~














except that I don't drink anymore (except on special occasions... are you a special occasion?) and I don't know who the queen of my soul is (thought it was me, but then, who knows?... once I thought I did, but then, she abdicated... or was it me?)... anyway, I figure you'd understand... Blue Rodeo reminds me of you... I think... at least until I am myself again...

this world
can be so hard on a heart
so many cold walls
machines to tears us apart

this world
corrupts the purest of minds
so many old lies
too easy to close the blinds

and are still you suprised to see the children freak out
when they find out what this world is all about?
does if comfort you to know you are on the winning side
maybe it doesn't matter that your heart has died
you're safe
nobody but me noticed when you lied

calling god
can you do us a favor
how about a saviour
does it have to be so hard
I've got a question for you
old bean, old sod
if man's best friend is a dog
then what is god?


this world
is not meant for children
stop asking foolish questions
at your own risk

this world
has no room for innocence
except to sell it
the machine spares no expense

are you still acting as if you can handle things
when you find out what this world is all about?
does it please you to be part of the mass destruction
just have another drink if you have any doubt
you're safe
truth is there is no way out

calling god
can you do us a favor
oh sloppy creator
does life have to be so mean
I've got a question for you
old sod, old bean
if man's just your reflection
what have we seen?


where have we been?


what are we seeing?


what are we being?


this world
must be your bad dream

so what's new (or what's been going on?... coming off?... doddling?)... sadly, you were never one for words, which was our downfall... but I still think of you on more days than I don't... and yes, I am still in search of rainbows...


Happy Birthday Sandy J



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