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It's Not My Birthday
I was just thinking of this song tonight, and about how it would have been great to have posted it here on my birthday. But then, since it's not my birthday today, I guess that's even better. I was thinking of it because I was just on the phone with my sister discussing the fact that my 20th high school reunion is coming up this summer, with all that that implies about our age. So I was thinking about getting old, and just felt like posting the lyrics.
It's Not My Birthday
They Might Be GiantsWell the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid,
And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent.
When this grey world crumbles like a cake,
I'll be hanging from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again.As I walk, I think about a new way to walk.
As I think, I'm using up the time left to think.
And this train keep rolling off the track,
Trying to act like something else,
Trying to go where it's been uninvited.It's not my birthday.
It's not today.
It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down, "Never more will be around"
Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I'm not the only dust my mother raised.So, I'm rattling the bars around this drink tank,
Discreetly I should pour through the keyhole or evaporate completely.
But there'd be no percentage, and there'd be no proof,
And the sound upon the roof is only water.And the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid,
And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent.
When this grey world crumbles like a cake,
I'll be hanging from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again.It's not my birthday.
It's not today.
It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down, "Never more will be around"
Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I'm not the only dust my mother raised.
I am not the only dust my mother raised.
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