"Life Is A Lemon And I Want My Money Back": well, life ain't always a bowl of cherries, and you don't always have sugar to make lemonade. Yes, sometimes life just sucks. And on those days, when nothing goes right, when nothing matters but the end of the pain and suffering, I just want my money back. I paid for this trip with my blood, sweat, and tears, and I don't think today was worth the cost. So give me back my money so that I can buy better times tomorrow!
"Ragged Old Flag" and "This Ain't No Rag": you may not understand what this symbol of our country truly means until you dson't see it . . . for days . . . for weeks . . . for months at a time. Not every country wants to see our flag, or allow us to proudly display it. After all, we are invading THEIR country. And by Allah, you must respect our land, our language, our customs. And being the good, tolerant, kind hearted Americans we are, we comply. It is how it should be. After all, we are in their country. So when you miss it, don't see it, or see it disrepected, you get a whole new understanding of what this little piece of cloth, this small part of America, this symbol of peace can mean to those who defend it.
"Remember When": ah, memories make life worthwhile, don't they? Just little moments in time, little scraps of joy, little tattered shards of our heart and soul. But they make it wonderful, give us smiles, enjoin our past to our future, and make us who we are today. And we ain't bad!
"So Far Away": we used to live in small sections of America, mom, dad, apple pie, Chevrolet, the good old days. But now there are miles and miles to go before we sleep, there are galaxies between our family and friends, and we move farther and farther apart every moment, every day. Everything comes between us, and pulls us deeper and deeper into the abyss. When was the last time you actually felt close to another human being? When was the last time you felt another's heart beat, felt a warm breath, heard a soft sigh? Do you even remember the last time you were actually "close"? Actually wrote a letter, not speed typed an email? Have you actually went and had a lunch with someone, and had a conversation, not a phone voice mail? How far is far enough? How close is too close?
"Here You Come Again": although this may be intended as a feel good country love song, understand it from another's point of view. I was here . . . I was in love . . . I wanted you and "us" . . . but you went away. You wandered off our hearts, you transferred to another love zone . . . but now, here you come again. Why? What has changed? What has improved? Why wasn't I good enough before? Why is my heart and soul recyclable? Well, I have news for you . . . I ain't interested. Nobody gets in to see the wizard, nobody comes back, not no how, not no where, not ever! I am better alone than I ever was with the you that left me.
"Blues Man": a dream of what could be. Been there, done that, punched my ticket, had the beat down, made all the mistakes, learned from the hard knocks, and now I await that lady that tolerates all the good and bad, and turns me from a warty old frog into her loving prince. Can't do it on my own. Ain't doing bad, but ain't living and loving good, either. She is out there . . . we just haven't met. Or maybe we did, and the fool on the hill didn't look down into the valley, the blind mind beat you off with a stick. But maybe she just awaits the music to bring us together, to bring sunshine to the blues man.
"Simple Man": I am not complicated in my thoughts, my deeds, my feelings. But since they do not fit in to your concept of male reality, I appear to be complicated. Stop trying to force in the gray areas, and accept the world in straight black or white. We have become so politically correct that life is a traveling trash heap, a cess pool of tolerant misbehavior. I am what I am. I am not what you try to make of me.
"Beer For My Horses": we need to get back to true justice, to true reality, to law and order. Why doesn't the death penalty workj in America? Because we don't use it. It is not a deterent if I can count on years and years of four hots, a cot, color TV, Internet and tax payer support. I guarantee that it would be a deterent if you were disposed of within 12 months of sentencing. Yes, there are those rare cases where people were mistakenly imprisoned, wrongfuylly convicted. But there are MANY MANY more of the truly guilty people that weigh down society and add to our deficit and society burdens. It's time to put justice back into just us!
"Slow Ride": OK, no deep meaning, no insight . . . this is just a good rock sock from my teens!!!!
"Feeling Stronger Every Day": I am me, I am alright, with all my faults, my idiosyncracies, my stupidity, my mindless ramblings, my health and heart ache . . . and I am getting better EVERY DAY! Look up and look forward. I get knocked down, but I get up again. Nothing, no one is going to KEEP me down. It ain't how many times I get busted and bruised . . . it's how many times I get back up, dust off, and keep on keepin' on. Walk on . . . tomorrow and a new smile is out there!
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