The Hagbag is headed to St. Kitts tomorrow, so don't expect too many posts next week (I might pop&post a few snapshots...we'll have to see how the T-Mobile coverage is in the Caribbean).
Also, I'm in the process of writing a new song, but the only word that I can rhyme with "Spatula Prince" is "flatulence". Any help?? Thanks...
Friday, February 08, 2008
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Song #7: Never Back. Always Forward
Never back. Always Forward.
I look outside and it's raining.
The paper says we've got mist rolling over the lake.
There's worse to come, and I feel it.
Your love for me is gone, and the storm clouds are ready to break.
I understand now that it's over.
There's no going back to the sunnier days of our past.
The high-water mark is still rising,
I'll try to tread the water, but I feel like I'm sinking too fast.
Chorus:
You've made me
harder than stone, where I can't feel pain anymore.
When you told me,
Your life's moving on, you packed your bags and you walked out the door.
And I gave you,
Ten years of my life and I want to go back there again.
But it's over,
And looking back towards the sun makes the darkness much harder to bear.
To beeeeaaaaaarrrrrr.
The pictures we shared are now burning.
The memories are hard; I can't stand to look at the pain.
The fire is stoked, and it's growing.
The anger that I feel's the only warmth that keeps me sustained.
But I know that one day I'll see you.
Years from this point when our lives have twisted away.
When the memories of this storm have faded.
I'll look you in the eyes and I'll finally get a chance to say.
Chorus:
You made me
harder than stone, where I couldn't feel pain anymore.
When you told me,
Your life's moving on, you packed your bags and you walked out the door.
And I gave you,
Ten years of my life and I wanted to go back there again.
But it's over,
And looking back towards the sun makes the darkness much harder to bear.
To beeeeaaaaaarrrrrr.
I look outside and it's raining.
The paper says we've got mist rolling over the lake.
There's worse to come, and I feel it.
Your love for me is gone, and the storm clouds are ready to break.
I understand now that it's over.
There's no going back to the sunnier days of our past.
The high-water mark is still rising,
I'll try to tread the water, but I feel like I'm sinking too fast.
Chorus:
You've made me
harder than stone, where I can't feel pain anymore.
When you told me,
Your life's moving on, you packed your bags and you walked out the door.
And I gave you,
Ten years of my life and I want to go back there again.
But it's over,
And looking back towards the sun makes the darkness much harder to bear.
To beeeeaaaaaarrrrrr.
The pictures we shared are now burning.
The memories are hard; I can't stand to look at the pain.
The fire is stoked, and it's growing.
The anger that I feel's the only warmth that keeps me sustained.
But I know that one day I'll see you.
Years from this point when our lives have twisted away.
When the memories of this storm have faded.
I'll look you in the eyes and I'll finally get a chance to say.
Chorus:
You made me
harder than stone, where I couldn't feel pain anymore.
When you told me,
Your life's moving on, you packed your bags and you walked out the door.
And I gave you,
Ten years of my life and I wanted to go back there again.
But it's over,
And looking back towards the sun makes the darkness much harder to bear.
To beeeeaaaaaarrrrrr.
Tanks for Nuttin', Danny!!
Every year, I get the registration email. Every year I sign up. Every year, I get the same response. I'm gettin' pretty fed up! When are things going to start lookin' up Hagbag??
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Wow...this is tough.....not going to make it...
Ok, maybe I was a little hasty when I said I'd write a song a day for a month. Does a week suffice? With all the work (and travel for work), I'm just not going to be able to write a song-a-day. I'll keep trying, though.
Waiting for my flight from Rochester to LaGuardia yesterday, I spotted a woman who looked suspiciously like Marg Helgenberger (from CSI). The closer I got, the more it looked like her. I DID take a picture, but it's not that great (I didn't want to look like a stalker):
Yeah, too blurry...TMZ, I am not. Oh, and Bill Weld was on my plane from LaGuardia to Boston. What's he doing riding coach on US Airways? Workin' for the man just doesn't pay that well, I guess.
Waiting for my flight from Rochester to LaGuardia yesterday, I spotted a woman who looked suspiciously like Marg Helgenberger (from CSI). The closer I got, the more it looked like her. I DID take a picture, but it's not that great (I didn't want to look like a stalker):
Yeah, too blurry...TMZ, I am not. Oh, and Bill Weld was on my plane from LaGuardia to Boston. What's he doing riding coach on US Airways? Workin' for the man just doesn't pay that well, I guess.
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