Saturday, November 27, 2004
About Me
- Name: Zook
- Location: Paradise, Waits
Thought I heard a blackird singing Up on Bluebird Hill Call me a whinin' boy if you will Born where the sun don't shine And I don't deny my name Got no place to go, ain't that a shame? Thought I heard that KC whistle Moaning sweet and low Thought I heard that KC when she blow Down where the sun don't shine Underneath the Kokomo Whinin' boy got no place to go S.m.r. I tell you s.m.r. I know Mountain high, river wide S.m.r. to ride So many roads Thought I heard a jug band playin' "If you don't... who else will?" From over on the far side of the hill All I know the sun don't shine And the rain refused to fall And you don't seem to hear me when I call Wind inside and the wind outside Tangled in the window blind Tell me why you treat me so unkind Down where the sun don't shine Lonely and I call your name No place left to go, ain't that a shame? S.m.r. I tell you New York to San Francisco So many roads I know All I want is one to take me home From the high road to the low So many roads I know From the land of the midnight sun Where the ice blue roses grow Along those roads of gold and silver snow Howlin' wide or moaning low S.m.r. I know So many roads to ease my soul (R. Hunter)
Previous Posts
- Laughing all the way
- Sara, Victoria and Zukey
- Sara and her friend
- Sara, Zook and Zukey in the snow with snowman
- Winter wonderland
- Everything is cheese (words in comments)
- Me and my friend Rich crank out the tunes in San ...
- Singing "Knocking on Heaven's Door" with my daughter
- Just painted the house - the conservative neighbor...
- Feeling it
2 Comments:
A million things gotta get done now
A million places you gotta be
A penitentiary of obligations
From which you just can't break free
You said you'd be there at 10:0
But the watch is saying it's 1/2 past
20 crawling cars in front of you
And now you just ran out of gas
But nothing really has to happen
Nothing no nothing at all
The world keeps spinning on its axis
When it's off your shoulders it won't fall, it won't fall
Everyone is counting on you
All you can do's the best you can
Sometime's your bound to drop the ball
Sometime's the shit will hit the fan
Sometimes you can't make everyone happy
Sometimes people get real pissed
Sometimes you can't get the browny button
Embraces pull back into fists
Love the site Zook.....FANTASTIC!!
:::kiss:::
and the house looks AWESOME, the neighbours can go f**k their hats as far as I am concerned!! hahahaha
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