No Lyrics Left Behind

In response to seamheads last post, I have decided to dust off some old lyrics and see if I can get some feedback and maybe through some blog team work come up with a completed song. Anyone can play this game so don't be shy, all ideas and criticisms are welcome. Awhile back I tryed this with my own blog page and came up with a great song about long nipples, so hopefully we can do something similar, but without the nipples.

The problem with me starting this is that all my unfinished songs where written while I was drunk and ticked off at some girl, so they all have a bit of a drunken pissed off air about them. So after officialy warning you here is my first installment of No Lyrics Left Behind:

(I don't have a title)

Don't you want me here
Don't you even care
I spend my ever dwendling years
searching for the source of my tears
don't you even care

I thought you were my friend
guess I didn't understand
opened my heart and gave my soul
thinking you'd never let it go
guess I didn't understand

And if I'm crying at your feet
it's because of trust not cause I'm weak
you've had a hard life I can see
please don't take it out on me
sorry I'm crying at your feet.


again, I appologize for the drunken pissed offedness, and the fact that it's only a few verses.

A Little Bit of Magic

This is the kind of thing that makes the internet wonderful. Rosanne Cash walks us through co-writing a song with Joe Henry. Plus you can listen to a "first draft" version of the song. I love this!

History Lesson

Here's a great post about about why torture is both wrong and ineffective. There are links in here to American World War II interrogators telling how they interrogated enemy soldiers without compromising their humanity and the principles of our nation.

EARTHQUAKE!!!!

I knew something was terribly wrong. I woke up. My wife was holding me - on purpose. The bed was shaking. Seems like a dream come true, right? In reality, it was an earthquake.

The house was shaking. The first thought was, "My it's windy." Then after about six or seven seconds the wind never let up.

Shelly was panicking. "What's going on?"

"An earthquake!" I said. I'm an earthquake survivor having survived one in September 1990 in Cape Girardeau, MO. Of course, everyone survived that earthquake. It did give me the experience to recognize this one right away.

Our nine-year-old daughter was in our room the instant the shaking had stopped. "What was that?"

"An earthquake!" I said.

Of course, my wife didn't believe me until the early morning news anchor told her I was right. She couldn't believe an experienced earthquake survivor.


UPDATE (9:58 am) Aftershock!!!!

Meet the Press

Is ordering orange juice in a diner wrong? Or is our Press Corps full of morons? You decide.

Here's Your Republican Candidate for President

McCain doesn't think much of the work ethic of Americans.

Free Beer

Don't miss the party Saturday! If you need more info, please email or call! There's also golf on Saturday if you're interested