Mount Baker’s contours can be seen,
but her profile’s still a bit hazy.
It’s like she thinks of coming “out”,
But she’s feeling a little bit lazy.
Mount Baker’s contours can be seen,
but her profile’s still a bit hazy.
It’s like she thinks of coming “out”,
But she’s feeling a little bit lazy.
I think that Mother Nature’s going to rid the earth of us.
I think that she’s decided that we’re just not worth the fuss.
I think that Evolution made a singular mistake.
The Planet’s fighting back so it can have a little break.
Now the shooting’s at a Kroger store.
The bullets slice the aisles.
Shoppers lay in their own blood
amongst the grocery piles.
You’re standing in the check-out line
to pay and go…instead,
you’re laying in a pool of blood
among the hurt and dead.
Oh, well….
I’ve vacuumed up the carpet and
mopped up the kitchen floor.
I’ve brushed away the cobwebs
spiders spun above my door.
I’ve washed up all the pots and pans,
spread lotion on my dishpan hands.
I’ve shined and glossed the kitchen sink
and stopped to have a Starbuck’s drink.
I’ve had enough of household chores.
I’m ready to play in the sun outdoors.
Butterflies and Rainbows
are what I wish for you.
Happiness and sunny skies and
clouds of pink and blue.
Diff’rent strokes for diff’rent folks…
There’ll be trouble sooner or later.
I’d rather be questioned by the police
than eaten by an alligator.
This Blessing’s meant to fill your heart
with love and joy today…
to brighten up your footsteps …
to help along your way.
Six hundred seventy-five thousand have died.
The numbers keep on growing.
Vaccines are proven effective and safe.
But, the pace of death’s not slowing.
The season’s about to change again.
The air is getting a bite.
We need a coat in the daytime,
and an extra blanket at night.
My car’s never had to sit outside
in the cold and the wind and the rain.
I ‘spect it’d be quite happy to park
in its dry garage again.