This song rocks...

"The Springs" - A

Air on the streets, lights on the trees
Eight days a week, singer's disease
I wanna be where the sun meets the sky
I wanna be there, it's out of your mind
And I believe in the secrets you're keeping
I wanna piece of the air when I breathe in
I wanna be the gold underneath the stream
Having my moment, you know what I mean

Ooooh, it's a blue sky
And the headlights, and the headlines
It's a new day, for a new wave
It's a perfect moment, oh
I'm moving out, for a moment in The Springs

Out of my way, Berlin to L.A.
I wanna stay here and never go home again
I wanna be the grass underneath your feet
I wanna be the shops on your high street
And I believe in the secrets you're keeping
I wanna be your alarm when you sleep in
I wanna be the one you can be around
I wanna be the one who can make you proud

Ooooh, it's a blue sky
And the headlights, and the headlines
It's a new day, for a new wave
It's a perfect moment, oh
I'm moving out, for a moment in The Springs

Get a voice, don't get a doctor
That's your choice, no-one can stop you
I wanna be the one you can be around
I wanna be the one who can make you proud
Got a job, I don't got no pension
In it for love - money's too tight to mention
I wanna be in the rockin'est city
I wanna do what I want if it kills me
Have to say, your home's where you make it
It's OK, I know when you fake it
I wanna be the gum on your train seat
I wanna stand up and walk on my own feet
I wanna be the one you can be around
I wanna be the rock underneath your ground
I wanna be the one who can make you proud
I wanna be the one you can be around
I wanna be the one you can be around

Long ago in days of old...

I found this tonight. I believe it is the first actual artwork I ever did on a computer. I have no idea what I was thinking, but it may have had something to do with the song "Sgt. Oofus" by M.O.D. and maybe a Martin Short movie. Don't ask me why. I just have that feeling.

And so it begins...

Sometimes I feel the need to share and this will be a good place to do it. Sometimes I might tell a story. The story might be true or might be pure fiction. I doubt I will differentiate between the two and may in fact blend the two together. I might give you a poem. Probably a very bad one of my own or maybe a good one someone else has written. Or I might share something I found somewhere on the Internet. Then again, I might keep it to myself. Who knows? I certainly do not. But let's dive in anyway...