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Well, you say that you're not sure..
if you really are in love,
or if you ever were..
you think you've got it all figured out..
all those times I kind of guessed that
you were looking for a way out..
and so you got it..
got just what you wanted..
didn't have to paint me a picture
but you had to go and flaunt it..
So it is what it is...
and that's what it will be..
didnt have to go to such lengths
just to be rid of me..
and now whose paying, the price,
well baby it's not me...
guess that's the price you paid..
to be set free.
Why don't you try a little honesty..
see what it does for you..
cut out your lying tongue and see things
the way they were,
and let the truth set you free..
try a little honesty.

You say you don't remember..
you say that you don't recall..
The way that you hurt me,
and for that you'll take the fall..
If only you took half the blame ,
well that's better than nothing at all.. '
Tried to tell you,
but nobody can tell you anything,
It always has to be your way,
or no way at all.

You should try a little honesty..
see if that don't get you somewhere.
try a little honesty....
you would have if you cared..
Try a little honesty.
the next time around..
But don't come looking for me,
because now I'm lost and can't be found.

Air conditioner keep me cool
Save me from humidity
Air conitioner in my bedroom window
Help in fast with strip of duct tape
Air conditioner cost me 250 bucks
I installed it May 16
Air conitioner you will last
Till Halloween season on October 15
Air conditioner will have to be taken down
Mother nature will provide the cool temperature till next May
Air conditioner in my car
Keeping out the bugs and the heat
Air conditioner I'm so proud
But why do you have to be so loud?

How great thy vista to my eyes abound
when late of time, I viewed my Southland down,
fond childhood memories bid my heart recall,
times, when all the trees seemed so tall,
but now, the burning coals of fading day,
ignite twilight moments, where magic colours play,
and yon not forgotten village nestling lies
harmoniously, beneath its genial skies;
its people's thatch and heavens spire
are gently washed by sunsets living fire,
whilst graveyards cherished ancient Yew
reach down to kiss the coloured painted dew,
and evening primrose dwell within its shade,
sport contrasting hues with subtly displayed,
and all that sleep in hedgerows wild,
live freely, like as the spirit of a child,
whose innocence breathes the air of play,
of rapturous joy, like this ebbing edge of day,
to await morning's green mantle care,
as day dissolves, in all its wondrous flare,
such artistry each captured rainbow bring
the blushing tints of sweet remembering,
woolen clouds, there floating charms interlace
the chasing sun, warmth of time's everlasting grace.
So, when the breath of life's no more,
my spirit shall stay by the waters of the Stor.

Ballerina caged upon your dancefloor
Hoping there could be so much more
But making the best of who you are
Do dance with such abandon and candor
You dream to be a real woman someday
I dream to be in your world so far away
So simple, so carefree, no distractions
Please let me dance with you for a fraction
Let me in and sit as your soul unfolds
Let the bonds of reality relax their hold
As I enter in and you began to breath
We will always be what the other needs

I was just a little cowgirl of maybe two or three
And tired of riding horses upon my daddy's knee;
So I was given this old stick horse and for hours I would ride,
Chasing imaginary dogies with my heeler dog a'side.

I toddled out behind my dad 'cause I thought I was a hand
Just a regular 'ol cowpuncher riding for his brand;
Dad was awful excited, he had something for me to see,
Saddled up there in the barn was this good Paint mare for me.

The saddle we had was way too big, for I was pretty small
Daddy told me not to fret, there was no problem at all;
He took two worn old stirrups and laced them to a girt;
And tied them to the saddle horn and I sat there pretty pert.

He tied the old split reins into a hard fast knot
Just so that I wouldn't lose them when we began to trot;
I began that day to tag along wherever Dad would go,
I was finally a cowgirl and my heart was all aglow.

Well I grew to fit that saddle and to rein without the knot
I even got a faster horse,'cause Paint would only trot;
We'd ride up in the mountains, rounding up the cows and sheep,
We'd ride all day from dawn to dusk, then unsaddle feed and sleep.

And now I am much older and I still run the ranch
My dad will come to help me out when he has the chance;
I gather the cows in the pickup truck, with modern pens at hand,
And sometimes my love of ranching is hard to understand.

Then I gaze at my first stirrups hanging on the wall
And they remind me of that time when I was very small;
The life of a cowgirl is what I chose to lead,
And all cowgirls in Texas are of a very special breed.

We are everywhere in the state from the Red to the Rio Grande
So please, when you see us, come over and shake our hand;
You'll find a very tender lady underneath our skins of brown,
And on our heads a well worn hat that we wear just like a crown.

We are the real heart of Texas with a will you can't deny
Our hearts and souls belong to God, until the day we die;
So when you speak of Texas do not leave this thought unsaid,
And remember all us cowgirls we're Texas born and bred.

Oh I wish so much to go back,
Oh I wish so much to storm back into town,
In our street of only three house,
Where's so easy, so familiar, for a day.
Where guests come without notice,
Where’s no envy and no malice, dearest home,
Where birth is celebrated
And last tribute’s paid to someone with whole lot.

Time, oh time is spinning snowstorm,
And the neighbors all departed on their way,
And when houses were leveled
You and I, my friend, were joking, no harm made.
Once a year a letter stingy,
Christmas greeting and good wishes,
Live long life.
Eight quiet even lines exactly
In some different handwriting,
And so long!

Oh I wish so much to go back,
Oh I wish so much to storm back into town,
In our street of only three house,
Where's so easy, so familiar, for a day.
Where guests come without notice,
Where’s no envy and no malice, dearest home,
Where birth is celebrated
And last tribute’s paid to someone with whole lot.

Now in dreams come to me faces,
Cannot recognize half of them,
Light is bright.
Year passed, I open mail box,
Only two newspapers in it, and no mail.

Oh I wish so much to go back,
Oh I wish so much to storm back into town,
In our street of only three house,
Where's so easy, so familiar, for a day.
Where guests come without notice,
Where’s no envy and no malice, dearest home,
Where birth is celebrated
And last tribute’s paid to someone ...
And last tribute’s paid to someone with whole lot.

I feel so alone
My heart has turned to stone
I’m so cold
I can’t get warm
My eyes are glazed
All the tears I’ve shed
I sometimes feel so dead
My head hurts
My lips move
Never making a sound
As I fall to the ground
I ask myself what can I do
As I sit here feeling blue
My heart is broke
Everything has come undone
I can no longer see the sun
All I see is darkness

It’s almost a year since time you left home,
I’ve pulled down the curtains, fixed lock on my door.
You did what was right – for the better, not worse,
But left broken heart in the wake, cut to bone.

I am thinking of times we were family,
Every night in my dreams only you and me.
I’ve been going in mind to the places we’ve been,
It is time to raise curtains, to let daylight in.

It’s been almost a year since we drifted apart,
I wonder if ever my heart’s reconciled.
You did what was better for future of child,
They say you’ve been having a time of your life.

If not for the things I could hardly control,
Had love been regarded for all what it’s worth,
I would have bestowed you all treasures of world,
Seems love is no object, some things matter more.

It’s almost a year since time you left home
I wonder if ever I’ll manage to cope.

Memories fading like old flowers
Pressed in the pages of time
Dulled by the dust of forgetfullness
Until rediscovered in their sublime
The announcements and invitations sent
For almost every happy or sad event
Giant four leaf clover found so fair
Picked one summer day so glad
A lock of a child's fine auburn hair
Did a young mother once add
A letter sent home from a terrible war
Making a lonely heart feel so sad
A white carnation wore on a wedding day
That still another could not throw away
Memories fading like old flowers
Pressed in the pages of time

do you ever hear your name being called

turn to find the source is no where at all

just another case of the unexplained

just another makings of some cantrip

do you ever find you're shaking inside

your hands seem to work without rhyme or guide

a bundle of nerves with no where to go

good or bad destination is not known

do you ever feel that one is close by

yet you don't know them and you wonder why

to know the end before the book is read

yet you keep reading turning page by page

have you ever rode the tides of the wind

not caring where it blows trusting the end