When I woke up this morning
You were on my mind...AndYou were on my mind
And when you were, I thought how dadgum cool is that? Not only are we unique in our favorites in the fridge, but where, when, how we sleep, the size, location(s) of our TV's, whatintheheck is parked in our driveways, garages, who we live with, if anyone.... and WHERE....
To me, that's the amazing part. The sun comes up at different times, the terrain don't look like anyone elses...there's cul-de-sacs, circles, gated communities, condos, apartments, acreage. Somehow, we're sewn together.
I got troubles, whoa-ohI got worries, whoa-ohI got wounds to bind
Who ain't? We face it in varying ways. Most, glue a dadgum smile to our face, some, groan a little, then others bitch, BLOG and holler things like AND SO IS YOUR OLD MAN...I'M A PEOPLE PERSON for behoogity sakes, and, KEEP YOUR DAMN WIFFLE BALL OUTTA MY YARD!
So I went to the cornerJust to ease my painsJust to ease my pains
Yes, I DO go to the Corner, but it prolly ain't like you're thinking. Some read, some nap, medicate, Netflix binge, crank the stereo (they still make them damn things?)
I got troubles, whoa-ohI got worries, whoa-ohI came home again
We do do that. Home is happy, sad, uplifting, depressing, ours, theirs, comfy, in general though, when ya turn the car engine off, it's a nice feeling to get there.
But I woke up this morningYou were on my mind...AndYou were on my mind
Because what better place to come to, to say, perhaps without saying, I like you, love you, kinda understand what you go thru daily, am there for you, I'm glad to hear your stories, and I guess it's pretty obvious, I dump mine on you. Coffee makes me dump, very poor pun. Sorry, kinda, BUT, it reminds me, maybe you too.....
We are different, and that's OK. What's fun to one might be revolting to another. Some mighta even left after the dump pun, no sh*t. VICTOR! YOURE PUSHING IT A TAD!
Of course, we do do that, but we still kinda, how you say it Aretha? R-E-S-P-E-C-T one another. Life is all about: me too..OMG!...For real?...I was thinking the same thing... YOLO... The Golden Rule.. Never in my wildest dreams.. (Hmm., mebbe a blog for another day!)
Yeah, I got troubles, whoa-ohI got worries, whoa-ohI got wounds to bind
Uh huh.. on a scale of 10, our physical, mental, emotional pain can be 1, 4, 7, 9, just like you.
Hey, I got a feelin'Down in my shoes...Said uhWay down in my shoes...
I ain't never shot a rabbit nor worn cowboy boots, but by all means, you go-ahead and 2 step, then have a little stew. That's a croc, mebbe their kinda shoe. Barefoot in the park works too.
Yeah, I got to ramble, whoa-ohI got to move on, whoa-ohI got to walk away my blues
RAMBLE? Victor, be for real, you write/blog, like to the tune of 1300 of em or so. Yeah, prolly.
When I woke up this morningYou were on my mind...AndYou were on my mind...
Hey, I got troubles, whoa-ohI got worries, whoa-ohI got wounds to trolly.
The point is (THANK GOODNESS YOU FINALLY ARRIVED HERE VICTOR)...
I like you. You're not exactly like me. Somehow, I think you feel the same way.
Hopefully we can have some nice rests. Awaken ((TGLW) after the election, a Winter of potholes, no matta who wins the World Series, Super Bowl, Best Actor/Actress, whateva' the Farmers Almanac lends us... we find, in spite of difference, we ALL can get along, and we'd hear that voice'a singin' (Louie, I think it was)
And I said to myself, what a wonderful world.
Love Victurd
VICTOR? Huh? Just yesterday I heard you get kinda short with a coworker. Uh huh, I am human, hear me snore, roar, fart, be profane (whoaaah, a new side to Victurd), yeah. Sorry. Mostly. I do worry, but, eventually fall asleep at night with that reminder, I am human, just like you.
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