not special day
yankees and red sox bottom of the
twelfth
thunder and lightning to the west
full moon or close to it dark orange
daughter and i watched a great movie
i rode my bike for 8 miles after work
all in all a full fine day in new england
finally summer feels here and there
no local stories to share
just in the world beyond our little shire
a disconnect between the peace to which we aspire
and what we see coming down the pike
everything is politics
it's so hard to see that today
but we choose and choose not to choose
and it traps us in the tightening noose
taxes war health poverty education
the debate is lost in our divided nation
with the voice in the hands of the corporate bosses
there is no truth to define our losses
i am no leader this lifetime
i sing i write i sell i love
but i'd do better than this
countrymen awake and seek and ask
and gird your loins for the monumental task
the mountain is steep it overwhelms
the canyon deep our fears and qualms
we are atlas the world is in our hands
we sleep much longer and it will mean the land
when the land goes so does man
the elders are ignored
wisdom deplored
where is gandhi
where is jefferson
where is franklin
all i want is my not special day
my garden my birds
my girls
but the world is not aligned this way
bottom of the thirteenth the red sox lose
my poem is done and so i choose
thunder and lightning to the west
full moon or close to it dark orange
daughter and i watched a great movie
i rode my bike for 8 miles after work
all in all a full fine day in new england
finally summer feels here and there
no local stories to share
just in the world beyond our little shire
a disconnect between the peace to which we aspire
and what we see coming down the pike
everything is politics
it's so hard to see that today
but we choose and choose not to choose
and it traps us in the tightening noose
taxes war health poverty education
the debate is lost in our divided nation
with the voice in the hands of the corporate bosses
there is no truth to define our losses
i am no leader this lifetime
i sing i write i sell i love
but i'd do better than this
countrymen awake and seek and ask
and gird your loins for the monumental task
the mountain is steep it overwhelms
the canyon deep our fears and qualms
we are atlas the world is in our hands
we sleep much longer and it will mean the land
when the land goes so does man
the elders are ignored
wisdom deplored
where is gandhi
where is jefferson
where is franklin
all i want is my not special day
my garden my birds
my girls
but the world is not aligned this way
bottom of the thirteenth the red sox lose
my poem is done and so i choose
yankees and red sox bottom of the
twelfth
thunder and lightning to the west
full moon or close to it dark orange
daughter and i watched a great movie
i rode my bike for 8 miles after work
all in all a full fine day in new england
finally summer feels here and there
no local stories to share
just in the world beyond our little shire
a disconnect between the peace to which we aspire
and what we see coming down the pike
everything is politics
it's so hard to see that today
but we choose and choose not to choose
and it traps us in the tightening noose
taxes war health poverty education
the debate is lost in our divided nation
with the voice in the hands of the corporate bosses
there is no truth to define our losses
i am no leader this lifetime
i sing i write i sell i love
but i'd do better than this
countrymen awake and seek and ask
and gird your loins for the monumental task
the mountain is steep it overwhelms
the canyon deep our fears and qualms
we are atlas the world is in our hands
we sleep much longer and it will mean the land
when the land goes so does man
the elders are ignored
wisdom deplored
where is gandhi
where is jefferson
where is franklin
all i want is my not special day
my garden my birds
my girls
but the world is not aligned this way
bottom of the thirteenth the red sox lose
my poem is done and so i choose
thunder and lightning to the west
full moon or close to it dark orange
daughter and i watched a great movie
i rode my bike for 8 miles after work
all in all a full fine day in new england
finally summer feels here and there
no local stories to share
just in the world beyond our little shire
a disconnect between the peace to which we aspire
and what we see coming down the pike
everything is politics
it's so hard to see that today
but we choose and choose not to choose
and it traps us in the tightening noose
taxes war health poverty education
the debate is lost in our divided nation
with the voice in the hands of the corporate bosses
there is no truth to define our losses
i am no leader this lifetime
i sing i write i sell i love
but i'd do better than this
countrymen awake and seek and ask
and gird your loins for the monumental task
the mountain is steep it overwhelms
the canyon deep our fears and qualms
we are atlas the world is in our hands
we sleep much longer and it will mean the land
when the land goes so does man
the elders are ignored
wisdom deplored
where is gandhi
where is jefferson
where is franklin
all i want is my not special day
my garden my birds
my girls
but the world is not aligned this way
bottom of the thirteenth the red sox lose
my poem is done and so i choose
Posted: Wed - June 30, 2004 at 11:45 PM
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