Miss not high school, not college

 
   "Miss not high school, not college"
  
   Al Bundy (spelll'n?), for he played high school football, and that is true pride, madame.  Anyhow, step-dad has Penn State game on--yup, love the college beat of real school drums during the pigskin pitch, for Big Daddy, Bubba Cheese himself, doesn't allow pro-football on in here, save to mollify the invaders.
   Brenda and Dylan--the prom.  Brandon gets drunk and wrecks a rich father's car.  Sounds kinda college; however, was not; still, I can only imagine.  And how do I know about Sgt. Bilko?  Cause there were reruns, you putz.  And I dreamed to be a welder or onion farmer.  My Mom said:  "Keep dreaming."  And that the surfboard would carry my skinny ass away into Atlantis.  She is a creepy yet lovely woman.  And my dog is really weird.   
   Just want to throw a shout-out to Holland, Pierce, and James for all the quasi-cowboy days in Arkansas.  One dude fought in modern war as an officer, another drives a V-8, and the other is just bad ass, with a pet alligator.  We've all been around.  And pretty cool.  Pretty cool.
   Yet, there are Crusaders from ancient times, and we are no greater.  
   

Sleepsong - UCD Choral Scholars feat. Emily Doyle

Fox condemns trap, not himself

 
   "Fox condemns trap, not himself"
   
   A quote from the mystic, William Blake--a mere tradesman, having died a penniless old man, but remembered forever.
   Today, the American Coyote is sometimes referred to as vermin.  He's only trying to survive, just like you.  Metaphorically, he has a mortgage, kids to send to school, a nagging wife, yet he mates for life, usually.  And if you kill a coyote; next, ten take his place.
   Forgive us, as we forgive those.  Snakes have a purpose too.  So, we don't judge, for we know--they're snakes.  It seems God has built us all for war, for that singular purpose.  One way or the other, you will die too.  Unless you're one of the 600,000 that mysteriously disappear each year around the globe. 
   Sure, most are put in frozen shoes, though it didn't work on Rasputin, the mad monk; nevertheless, some are possibly in a state of rapture, if we can say that, and we can, for we can say anything, mostly.
   So, don't get the blues.  Your sister wants your boyfriend.  Your brother gets aroused around your wife, underneath the Thanksgiving table--this is how it is.  However, there is the ascetic.  The voyaging puritan, sailing eternally on the Santa Maria, and while he may slip in the slime of others, mostly--he's an okay guy.  

Reflections of his daughter and mate

 
   "Reflections of his daughter and mate"
   
   Why do you always teach me Dad?  To punch that swinging bag?  To work on cars?  To cuss?  And to grow up to be a tough lady?  And you tell me I have an Advocate.  A little bird that will always fight for me, if I stay in God's Graces.  You cry when I get on the bus, and when I come home you teach me how to fight.
   The world is cruel.  They're in our houses.  They're our best friends.  Plotting.  And this is not paranoia, but a true fact.  Everyone is out to have the upper hand.  To wear the best clothes.  To defile the prettiest girls.  I want you to be tough.  Don't ever be a victim.
   But you're not like that Dad.  Why?
   Most poor people aren't.  The dirt poor only have one treasure, and that's what's in their heart.  A home, where they'll always be safe.  Way out in the country.  Dogs.  A flagpole with an angel on guard.  Water.  Canned food.  Vitamins.  And beer.
   Dad, you can't talk to your daughter about beer.
   No.  But one day, you can have one with your mother.
   Where's Mom?
   Off, trying to save this world.  She's always trying to save this world, and I want you to be just like her.  

Miami Vice - In The Air Tonight | NBC Classics

The Beach Boys- Good Vibrations

US

 
   "US"
  
   There are many of you, maybe me, maybe not, that experience negativity and hatred on every occasion; specifically, people make you the monkey, rattle your cage, when in fact--they're the monkeys!
   That's why they gawk at you when you walk and talk.  They know you are not like them; indeed, your light shines brighter, and it is their job to induce lies into your sub-conscious, make you doubt yourselves, when they're the ones with doubt, because they are not spirit and blood.
   They turn you down for promotion, when you're the best.  Or they promote you; next, use you--it's all Donkey Kong for them.  Even when you've rescued a child from falling off a cliff, they call you a bad person, because the child's destiny was to fall off the cliff.
   We asked for this.  We gotta make the best of it.  Some of you know, many.  Some of you don't.
   Some of them know, some of them don't.  It's all too impossible.  That's what they want you to believe.  You're just a carnival act.  A freak.  And they throw everything they have at you.  Wonder what happens when it all goes back to them, and they are unmasked.  They're uglier than even you imagined.  Sometimes beauty is born on the inside, and grows outward.  Sometimes not.  Sometimes beauty is a boy in a wheelchair, always with a look of triumph on his face, though his parents dismissed him.  Even in your own house is there turmoil.  It is true, He came not to bring peace, but a sword.