Inspired by a snake handler from India. The BBC reported:
Gowri Shankar spends his life handling snakes. Armed only with a long stick and bag he races to rescue snakes that have found their way into houses in the towns near Bangalore in Southern India. His speciality is the most feared snake of all – the King Cobra – and he almost died rescuing one.
When he was bitten, he had rescued three king cobras in one day. He didn’t have enough king cobra bags and used a regular cobra bag. The snake bit him through the bag. His friend drove him to the hospital. On the way he decided to have fun since he thought he was going to die. He didn’t want his family to know. Instead, his friend asked him if he had any last requests. Gowri asked to listen to a Britney Spears song.
Writing and Recording on the Banks of the Brandywine River
LYRICS
Purveyors of love
Purveyors of love
When you get right down to it
A) human conduit
Be) a conduit
See) a conduit
It’s as easy as A, Be, See
When I is you
We let it pass through
With the least resistance, too
You want to keep a few?
Let it pass through
Might as well let
The more you give
Be the more you get
LYRICS
Gonna love you in the morning
Gonna love you all the night
Gonna love you in the evening
Gonna love with all my might
’cause lovin’ is alive
Gonna love all afternoon
Into the twilight
Under the full moon
Into the broad daylight
’cause lovin’ is alive
Love the one you are with
Love the ones near and far
Love with depth and breadth
Love love ’till no more war
’cause lovin’ is alive
At the wheel now drive
’cause lovin’ is alive
A rhyme for counting the number of crows in a murder:
One for sorrow, two for mirth,
Three for a wedding, four for a birth,
Five for silver, six for gold,
Seven for a secret not to be told.
Eight for heaven, nine for hell,
And ten for the devil’s own sel’
Written on the streets of West Chester, Chester County, PA. Recorded live at Everhart Park.
LYRICS
Do your roots have the notion
Of how to shake the foundation
When you awake at the new sunrise
One that applies demise of demise tries
Push, push for the thread to be fed
Through the I of the need-all
Let understanding be bred
No matter how long the haul
LYRICS
It’s not the size that matters
Which weighs (ways) more
… a pound of bricks or feathers
It’s not the gift but the thought that counts
Enjoy the thrift as the cost mounts
Waste not want not before it’s bought
Live in peace… no gore
From battles fought
It’s not the gift but the thought that counts
Enjoy the thrift as the cost mounts
It’s not hat size that matters
When all thoughts
… rip, torn… left in tatters
It’s not the gift but the thought that counts
Enjoy the thrift as the cost mounts
Your best is best regardless of the rest
When you give your all
We’re less likely to fall
It’s not the gift but the thought that counts
Enjoy the thrift as the cost mounts
Inspired by the ice bucket challenge. When a friend challenged me to the “ice bucket challenge”, I had mixed feelings. Initially, I was against the way this marketing ploy unfolded. On the other hand, my cousin died shortly after being diagnosed with ALS. Awareness is something I can support. So, I started thinking, “it’s the thought that counts… size doesn’t matter.” Then, I found the smallest bucket I could find, filled it with a cup of water and an ice cube.
LYRICS
Drop the ball. Drop the cup.
It’s the little things that really add up
When you get down to it
Intuit(ion) habit habitat
Once you’re on the ball
It’ll be no mystery at all
At the drop of a hat
If a fat cat sat
Don’t let it hurt a bit
Intuit(ion) habit habitat
Once you are on call
… no quagmire at all
