LYRICS
There’s no sense complaining (no sense complaining)
About the shape I’m in (the shape I’m in)
As long as, I am bone and skin
It takes no explaining
There’s no denying dieing
Might as well take it all in
See the sea
Hear the here
Be the me
Without fear
There’s no sense complaining (no sense complaining)
About the shape I’m in (the shape I’m in)
As long as, I am bone and skin
It takes no explaining
There’s no denying dieing
Might as well take it all in
Scent of sea breeze
Touch a memory
Forecast a dream
Spirit team
Shore Songwriting
There’s no sense complaining (no sense complaining)
About the shape I’m in (the shape I’m in)
As long as, I am bone and skin
It takes no explaining
There’s no denying dieing
Might as well take it all in
Take a bite
Out of the de-bitch sand which
Will cure your spite
Despite of
Take a bite out of the de=bitch sand which
Stuffed with love
Written and recorded on June 9, 2012 as an accident occurred right in front of me in West Chester, Pennsylvania. The mean has to do with a train coming off the tracks in the middle of a bee hive as compared to the human race.
LYRICS
You just… you might
Yes, I think you’ve already got it
Consider it a gift
Thank God for the Goddess
If it wasn’t for Her
There’d be no seventh day
Without the Goddess
There’d be no Sunday bliss
LYRICS
Though an optimist
I must admit
Some situations on Earth
Are bleak
We forgot to care
For the meek
Now, the social justification
That I did fear
Is much closer
Than just near
Radiate.
Be intimate
Transfer
With Her
Mother of the Earth
Give birth
Bring forth
Bring it down from on above
Radiate
Be intimate
Love
This is the first song in a trilogy from the album Prom And Aid. It is about the 2012 Wissahickon Prom in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania where some “joker” made the mistake of victimizing my daughter. Her date tried to set things straight. When that wasn’t enough, the police brought justice.
This is the third song in a trilogy from the album Prom And Aid about the 2012 Wissahickon Prom in Montgomery County, Pennsylvania. Somebody made the mistake of victimizing my daughter. Her date tried to set things straight. When that wasn’t enough, the police brought justice. Here is the story set to music:
Written and recorded on Memorial Day, May 28, 2012 in west Chester, Pennsylvania at the Veterans’ Memorial. It is about remembering what is important in life without being told over and over again. “It’s Too Late!