Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been. You've been in the pipeline, filling in time, Provided with toys and scouting for boys. You bought a guitar to punish your ma, And you didn't like school, And you know you're nobody's fool, So welcome to the machine.
The images aren't any good. I hate 'em. But the weather they remind me was amazing. And I loved it. The images are blurry because I did not have my tripod with me.
Friday, December 10, 2004
The view from my window. This is what I usually wake up to. Not a sight. But for me it is. A sore sight for the eyes!
Think of me when you hear laughter,
For that is the joy I feel when I am near you.
Think of me when a clock ticks,
For each tick is a loving beat in my heart.
I took this picture in a restaurant in KHI where we had gone for dinner. The interior of our sitting area was pretty much like the idea I had for a garden gazebo!
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps