One trick pony: I heard, I Am My Own Grandpa on the radio the other day. Makes a great case for NPR

I've toyed around with blogs throughout the years. I have several, I read daily and enjoy very much. The blogs I strongly dislike are exactly like this one. I am taking no steps to block anyone from finding this blog. I am not telling anyone that I am doing this nor will I make any attempt to gain traffic. This is for me. If someone else wants to come along for the ride and isn't a dick about it, cool. One of my friends calls this kinda blog, a sock monkey account. Some place that you can dump what you're feeling and not feel judged. Life while it's never been inherently kind to me has really been throwing me some curve balls. I am making big changes both inside of me and in my life. At base I am a creator so my pix, lyrics and whatever else you may see as steps above and beyond my purpose are just a reflection of this. So if you're here............just don't be a dick and all will be well.

I wish I had a buck for every dumbass song that won't leave my head

Who's that gigolo on the street
With his hands in his pockets and his crocodile feet
Hanging off the curb, looking all disturbed
At the boys from home. They all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
That's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
Wearing padded bras sucking beers through straws
Dropping down their drawers, where did you get yours?

Gigolo, Huh, sucka?
Gigolo. Gigolo, Huh, sucka?

Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me

No moneyman can win my love
It's sweetness that I'm thinking of
We always hang in a Buffalo Stance
We do the dive every time we dance
I'll give you love baby not romance
I'll make a move nothing left to chance
So don't you get fresh with me

Get funky. Yeah Timmy
Tell it like it is. Check out this DJ

So you say you wanted money but you know it's never funny
When your shows worn through and there's a rumble in your tummy
But you had to have style get a gold tooth smile
Put a girl on the corner so you can make a pile
Committed a crime and went inside
It was coming your way but you had to survive
When you lost your babe, you lost the race
Now you're looking at me to take her place

Who's looking good today?
Who's looking good in every way?
No style rookie
You better watch don't mess with me

Smokin.' Not cokin.' Get funky sax
Looking good, hanging with the wild bunch
Looking good in a Buffalo Stance
Looking good when it comes to the crunch
Looking good's a state of mind
State of mind don't look behind you
State of mind or you'll be dead
State of mind may I remind you
Bomb the Bass rock this place
What is he like? What's he like anway?
Yo' man what do you expect the guy's a giggolo man
You know I mean?

Wind on my face, sound in my ears
Water from my eyes, and you on my mind
As I sink, diving down deep deeper into your soul

One trick pony

Sunday, April 17, 2016

I heard, I Am My Own Grandpa on the radio the other day. Makes a great case for NPR

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