tankajava
Guest
ScubaTexan once bubbled...
I've always been partial to "Ride My Seesaw" -- if that doesn't get your blood moving, you'd better check your pulse. I could get into a lot of trouble by listening to the beginning of that song as I approach the on-ramp of the freeway...
Be it sight, sound, smell, or touch,
There's something inside, that we need so much.
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an oak, with roots, deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up,
Through tarmac, to the sun again, or to fly to the sun,
Without burning a wing, to lie in a meadow,
And hear the grass sing. To have all these things,
In our memories hoard, and to use them,
To help us, to find the lost chord...
Cool beans, dude!
Departure was my wake up music when I was in high school. Had a timer that tripped the stereo at 0530 and woke up half the neighborhood. I would be out the door for my morning run followed by shoes, rocks, and curses as Mom got to the timer about the time House of Four Doors kicked in.
I live just south of you in Mansfield. Where's the good Texas diving????
