Not Too Bad

Here we go again... I wrote more song lyrics. I can't decide if this one is cheerful or depressing. I guess it might depend on the music you set it to.

Well I woke up this morning,

And I got out of bed,

And I managed that all on my own.

I've got someplace to live,

And I keep myself fed,

And I don't have a kidney stone.

 

I'd say it's,

Not too bad.

I don't know why I'm sad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad.

 

Well the town where I live

Has a grocery store,

With a pharmacy six blocks away.

I've got electricity,

So I can watch some TV,

And I shower most every day.

 

I'd say it's,

Not too bad.

I don't know why I'm sad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad.

My life is not too bad.

 

Oh, I've got a nice sink,

And there's water to drink,

And a toilet that flushes my poo.

And I had enough time,

To write up this rhyme,

To explain all my blessings to you.

 

I'd say it's,

Not too bad.

I don't know why I'm sad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad, oh no.

My life is not so bad.

 

I've got access to a phone,

So I'm not really alone,

And I've even got a custom ringtone.

I've got window screens,

To keep out the bees,

And I don't live in a war zone.

 

I'd say it's,

Not too bad.

I don't know why I'm sad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad.

Oh yeah, my life is not to bad.

I'd say it's,

Not too bad.

I don't know why I'm sad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad.

Even on a bad day,

I'm really doing ok.

My life is not too bad.

My life is not too bad.

My life is really not that bad.

Really not so bad.

 

Sing to Yourself and to God

I sing, when I am alone,
Then I get into the zone.
I sing with the rest of my squad.
I sing even though I am flawed.
I sing and I clap, stomp, and nod.
I sing to myself and to God.

Waking up to dawn's first light,
I stand up and stifle a yawn.
I didn't get enough sleep last night;
I'll take what I got and move on.
I wanna be happy and bright,
Like a person whose troubles are gone.
Well music makes me feel alright, [so]
I'll sing to myself and to God.
Oh I'll sing to myself and to God.
I gotta sing to myself and to God.

I sing, when I am alone,
Then I get into the zone.
I sing with the rest of my squad.
I sing even though I am flawed.
I sing and I clap, stomp, and nod.
I sing to myself and to God.

I sing to myself and to God.
I sing to myself and to God.
Sing to yourself and to God.

When everything goes your way,
When everything's going to pot,
When you're having a really good day,
And when you're really really not,
Nevermind what people might say,
Set aside that insecure thought.
They are not your judges today,
Sing to yourself and to God.
Sing to yourself and to God.

Sing, sing when you are alone.
Sing and get into the zone.
Sing with the rest of your squad.
Sing even though you are flawed.
Sing, now clap stomp and nod.
Sing to yourself and to God.

Pretty Little Yellow Flowers

Popping up free all over the place
Bright as the joy on a child's face
Golden yellow like a wedding ring
Where they appear you know it's spring

Fields as white as your grandfather's hair
Windborne seeds distribute here and there
Planting more flowers for you and me
Flowers everywhere for all to see

Dandelion's root is tough as nails
Everyone who tries to kill it fails
Grumpy curmudgeons all hate its guts
Well if you ask me they're just plain nuts

All Made Out of Win

Okay, so my last set of lyrics turned out kind of emotionally down. I didn't set out to make them that way (and wasn't even in a down mood when I wrote them -- a weird mood, yes), but that's how they landed. So lest I present myself as some kind of bizarre incoherent emo-depressive nitwit, I wrote another set of lyrics. (These, no doubt, will still make me look like a bizarre incoherent nitwit, but in a much more upbeat way.) So, umm, here they are.

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Yo, put me in a trebuchet and launch me to the stratosphere:
I'm gonna have some fun today, and then I'm gettin' outa here.
I've got a lot of gumption, and I'm gonna raise some ruckus now,
'Cause if I gain some traction I can bust it all up anyhow.
The secret of contentment isn't havin' things or doin' stuff.
You follow that old siren and you never ever have enough.
Hey, take me to the river.
Put me in a basket, or
Lock me in a tower.
I'm gonna prosper yet.

I'm always feelin' happy when my mojo gets to flowin' good.
A billion-dollar industry has taken over Hollywood,
But nevermind the critics, we're a celebratin' irony,
'Cause once we have the hutzpah we can write an awesome comedy.
Forget about the dazzle, nevermind about the cam'ra work:
We'll shoot it in a castle, and we'll use the spoon and skip the fork.
Hey, show me all the money.
Livin' out of pocket, I've
Never had a problem.
Now, tell me your excuse.

Our attitude is everything, so I am gonna celebrate.
An institute of joy has really drawn me to matriculate.
I'll never let my circumstances rule my mind or get me down,
And if I ever graduate then count on me to go to town.
I'm singin' and I'm dancin' and I'm tellin' lots of corny jokes.
Now tell me just what imag'ry my energizing rhyme invokes.
Hey, let me lift your spirits.
Lookin' on the bright side, we're
Tackle-in' the issue.
I'm all made out of win.

[Musical bridge.]

Take me to the river.
Put me in a basket.
Lock me in a tower.
Show me all the money.
Livin' out of pocket.
Never had a problem.
Let me lift your spirits.
Lookin' on the bright side.
Tackle-in' the issue.

[Short musical interlude.]

I'm gonna prosper yet.
I don't need no excuse.
I'm all made out of win.
All made out of win.
All made out of win.