February 28, 2007

Route 66

I got myself kicked on route 66.

February 26, 2007

The Devil was starring at me

(sing with a quick fifties rock feel)
I saw the devil starring at me
Wishing my soul could be with he
But we all know that that ain't me
We all know that can never be
His eyes full of blood and guts
But taking my soul would be hittin a rut
So I said to the bigger sinner
I said it right before dinner
"Devil you came to me BUT God already has me!"
The Devil looked at me and said "We'll see about it when your dead!"

Oh Devil with your tricky eyes
Oh Devil with your wicked lies
Cant you see right through me!?
God's got my soul and that'll be!

Well the Devil looked at me and said
I can offer you unlimited bread
And with your job you'll get ahead
If you choose the Devil instead
I laughed at him with a twinkle in my eye
With God in my tummy I'll get by by
And as for my job I like where I sit
Even if its left me digging the big pit
When I eat all I ever want to do
Is sit next to God and never next to you!

Oh Devil with your tricky eyes
Oh Devil with your wicked lies
Cant you see right through me!?
God's got my soul and that'll be!

Then finally the devil gave up
he said "Boy son you got me in a rut
Whats a Devil like me to do
If God's got boys just like you?
Well son I gotta run
I said devil it's been quite fun!!

Oh Devil with your tricky eyes
Oh Devil with your wicked lies
Cant you see right through me!?
God's got my soul and that'll be!

Oh Devil with your tricky eyes
Oh Devil with your wicked lies
Cant you see right through me!?
God's got my soul and that'll be!

February 23, 2007

Cross the line.
Color outside the line
Fall.
Fight.
Get Uncomfortable
Because no matter what you do you had to touch the stove when you they said it was hot.

February 04, 2007

The Music of the happy

Here I sit listening to the music of the happy
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Here I sing to the music of the happy
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There you sit watching me move
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There see me being more than I can be
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Here I sit listening to the music of the happy
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Here I sit watching you dance to the music of the happy
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There we are dancing to the music of the happy
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There we are watching as I collapse to the music of the happy
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There we are watching as happy slips away.

Bobby Morris

Bobby Morris

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