((( ONE OF THE TRULY GREAT QUESTIONS OF LIFE: )))

ONE OF THE TRULY GREAT QUESTIONS OF LIFE:

What is the difference between what I THINK I want and what I TRULY WANT? 

If you take a detached step back and really think about this 

you may find yourself incredibly surprised by the answer!!

The wise focus on what they REALLY WANT 

and back-engineer their lives from that perspective.

The unwise waste their time chasing after what they THINK they want 

only to eventually find they never really wanted it in the first place.

A conscience that condemns you is the sign that you are a failure in life; 

and this, no matter how much money you may have

I ENVISION INCREASINGLY GREATER 

HEALTH, STRENGTH. LOVE, JOY 

AND OVERFLOWING ABUNDANCE IN MY LIFE 

WITH MUCH EXTRA TO SHARE WITH THE LESS FORTUNATE. 

That doesn't seem like too much to ask to me

((( A LITTLE BIT ME, A LITTLE BIT YOU )))

Walk out, girl, don'tcha walk out

We've got things to say

Talk out, let's have it talked out

And things will be okay

Girl, I don't want to fight

I'm a little bit wrong, and you're a little bit right

I said girl, you know that it's true

It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too

Don't know just what I said wrong

But girl, I apologize

Don't go, here's where you belong

So wipe the tears from your eyes

Girl, I don't want to fight

I'm a little bit wrong, and you're a little bit right

I said girl, you know that it's true

It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too

Oh girl, I don't want to fight

I'm a little bit wrong, and you're a little bit right

I said girl, you know that it's true

It's a little bit me, and it's a little bit you, too

It's a little bit me, it's a little bit you

Girl, I'm gone, no no no no no

Girl I'm gone, no no no no no

Hey, girl

*New Karaoke Song

((( THICK AS A BRICK )))

"Thick As A Brick (Part 1)"

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.

I may make you feel but I can't make you think.

Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink.

So you ride yourselves over the fields and

you make all your animal deals and

your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away 

in the tidal destruction the moral melee.

The elastic retreat rings the close of play 

as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.

But your new shoes are worn at the heels 

and your suntan does rapidly peel 

and your wise men don't know how it feels 

to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:

I'm a bad dream that I just had today

and you shake your head and say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.

Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.

Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.

There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.

We'll make a man of him, put him to trade

teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water 

as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.

The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other 

as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.

The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling 

but the master of the house is far away.

The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding

in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.

And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.

Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river

where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:

the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose

and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.

The young men of the household have all gone into service 

and are not to be expected for a year.

The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -

has formed the plan to change the man he seems.

And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.

Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?

And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?

No one to help you get up steam

and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.

I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.

My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.

So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight 

just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.

Your bread and water's going cold.

Your hair is too short and neat.

I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone, 

you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done.

And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.

But how are we supposed to see where we should run?

I see you shuffle in the courtroom with

your rings upon your fingers 

and your downy little sidies 

and your silver-buckle shoes.

Playing at the hard case, 

you follow the example of the comic-paper idol

who lets you bend the rules.

So!

Come on ye childhood heroes!

Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books

your super crooks

and show us all the way.

Well! Make your will and testament. 

Won't you? Join your local government.

We'll have Superman for president

let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.

The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.

And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are

and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.

And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?

And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?

They're all resting down in Cornwall

writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition

of the Boy Scout Manual.

MY COMMENT

Since I am a guitarist, by nature, I decided to bring

the standard Puerto Rican Cuatro tuning

down to standard guitar pitch.

This makes the action much nicer on the instrument.

Still...I am not used to playing such chords

on a small 12 string guitar without the low E string.

WHAT A SWEET PAIN!!!!

However, sure don't want to overdo it.

Gotta build up the callouses

and the angular finger strength.

That's a complex little piece to play!!!

This helps:

This video comprises the only parts of the song I want to play.
Still, I decided to include those extra lyrics
for the heck of it

((( THE BALLAD OF PALADIN )))

Paladin Paladin where do you roam Paladin Paladin far far from home
Have gun will travel reads the card of a man

A knight without armor in a savage land

His fast gun for hire heeds the calling wind

A soldier of fortune is a man called Paladin

Paladin Paladin where do you roam Paladin Paladin far far from home

He travels on to wherever he must

A chess knight of silver is his badge of trust

There are campfire legends that the plainsmen sing

Of a man with the gun of the man called Paladin

Paladin Paladin where do you roam Paladin Paladin far far from home

Far far from home far far from home

((( WILD CHILD WILD ONE )))

Well I'm just outa school

Like I'm real real cool

Gotta dance like a fool

Got the message that I gotta be

A wild one

Ooh yeah I'm a wild one

Gotta break it loose

Gonna keep 'em movin' wild

Gonna keep a swingin' baby

I'm a real wild child

Gonna met all muh friends

Gonna have ourself a ball

Gonna tell my friends

Gonna tell them all

That I'm a wild one

Ooh yeah I'm a wild one

Gotta break it loose

Gonna keep 'em movin' wild

Gonna keep a swingin' baby

I'm a real wild child

I'm a real wild one

An' I like a wild fun

In a world gone crazy

Everything seems hazy

I'm a wild one

Ooh yeah I'm a wild one

Gotta break it loose

Gonna keep 'em movin' wild

Gonna keep a swingin' baby

I'm a real wild child

I'm a wild one

I'm a wild one

I'm a wild one

Oh baby

I'm a wild one

Gotta break it loose

Gonna keep 'em movin' wild

Gonna keep a swingin' baby

I'm a real wild child

*New Karaoke Song

((( ATHEIST EPOCH )))

"And don't try to pull that transparent atheist trick 

of attacking the messenger when you cannot defeat the message. 

It's as original as foot and armpit stink!!

It all comes down to taking a proverbial step back and challenging your brainwashing.

If there is no scientific evidence WHATSOEVER that gravity is the result of a

meaningless, random chance occurrence then the assumption

IS BASED ON BLIND FAITH NOT ON SCIENCE!!!

GET IT?

Probably not

I'm forcing you to critically think because

you OBVIOUSLY cannot do so without me here"

MY COMMENT:

Above you should see what has become

an atheist epoch in my life.

The insidious brainwashing of atheists is so total

they cannot see logic and reason.

They refuse to critically think about their beliefs

and nothing I may do or say will change that fact

I'm left with wondering why it took me so long

to realize this obvious fact and am left

with a determination to learn from my past errors.

It's time to leave the hopeless idiots behind

to their hopelessly stupid idiocy

Long overdue, actually

((( HONESTY )))

If you search for tenderness

It isn't hard to find

You can have the love you need to live

But if you look for truthfulness

You might just as well be blind

It always seems to be so hard to give

Honesty is such a lonely word

Everyone is so untrue

Honesty is hardly ever heard

And mostly what I need from you

I can always find someone

To say they sympathize

If I wear my heart out on my sleeve

But I don't want some pretty face

To tell me pretty lies

All I want is someone to believe

Honesty is such a lonely word

Everyone is so untrue

Honesty is hardly ever heard

And mostly what I need from you

I can find a lover

I can find a friend

I can have security

Until the bitter end

Anyone can comfort me

With promises again

I know, I know

When I'm deep inside of me

Don't be too concerned

I won't ask for nothin' while I'm gone

But when I want sincerity

Tell me where else can I turn

Cause you're the one that I depend upon

Honesty is such a lonely word

Everyone is so untrue

Honesty is hardly ever heard

And mostly what I need from you 

((( CONVINCING IDIOTS )))

CONVINCING IDIOTS

of truths they refuse to accept

is NOT a requirement

for expanding self-awareness

and self-potential

((( THE MYSTERY OF CONSCIOUSNESS )))

My path is leading towards a proverbial 

'putting all my eggs in the basket'

OF CONSCIOUSNESS

It's is quite a risky bet to put everything you are into

developing upon strengthening my connecting link

TO THE SOURCE OF EVERYTHING

To be perfectly honest

I see ordering exactly what I may want from Amazon

to be a very magical experience!!

I can get EXACTLY what I want plus

I can read reviews of those who have had

personal experiences with those products.

I have to trust that I can develop

a working relationship with Consciousness

that comes close to a direct ordering from Amazon,

Very soon hearing a knock on the door

AND VOILA!!!

WHAT I HAVE ORDERED HAS MAGICALLY APPEARED!!!

The concept is very cool to do this with consciousness.

To place a general order for greater...

HEALTH,

STRENGTH,

LOVE,

JOY,

LAUGHTER

AND

OVERFLOWING ABUNDANCE

WITH MUCH TO SHARE WITH

THE LESS FORTUNATE

I envision that FORTUNATE INDEED

are those who can have a relationship with Consciousness

where you can order such things and have them come to you...

MIRACULOUSLY MAGICALLY

A sudden 'Knock of the Spirit'

and

((( VOILA!! )))

THERE IT IS

AND IT'S YOURS

FOR AS LONG AS YOU WANT IT

Personally, I can think of no greater revenge

than to be FULLY SUCCESSFUL in this noblest endeavor

The ruthless refining and simplification of the process

is ABSOLUTELY ESSENTIAL to me.

The process must become as simple

AND RELIABLE

as ordering products from Amazon

((( EINSTEIN QUOTE )))

"Great spirits have always encountered 

violent opposition from mediocre minds" 

- Albert Einstein

*Yes, this most probably means YOU!!

Let me make it clear enough so that even YOU atheists can understand it:

You have no repeatable, observable scientific experiments demonstrating that

gravity is the result of a meaningless random chance occurrence, yet you BLINDLY

believe it to be so because some hotshot scientists have intimidated you into believing

this unsubstantiated nonsense!!!

Either gravity is the result of a meaningless random chance occurrence or

it was intelligently designed for a purpose.

I SEE NO THIRD OPTION!!

It all comes down to taking a proverbial step back 
and challenging your brainwashing.

If there is no scientific evidence WHATSOEVER that gravity is the result of a
meaningless, random chance occurrence then the assumption

IS BASED ON BLIND FAITH NOT ON SCIENCE!!!

GET IT?


Probably not

((( I'VE GOT A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS )))

Down at an english fair one evening I was there 

When I heard a showman shouting underneath the flair 

I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts 

There they are all standing in a row 

Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head 

Give them a twist a flick of the wrist 

That’s what the showman said 

I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts 

Every ball you throw will make me rich 

There stands my wife, the lovely of me life 

Singing Roll or bowl the ball a penny a pitch 

Roll or bowl the ball a penny a pitch 

Roll or bowl the ball a penny a pitch 

Roll or bowl a ball, roll or bowl a ball 

Singing roll or bowl a ball a penny a pitch 

I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts (they’re lovely) 

There they are all standing in a row (one, two, three, four) 

Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head (and bigger) 

Give them a twist a flick of the wrist 

That’s what the showman said 

I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts 

Every ball you throw will make me rich 

There stands my wife, the lovely of me life 

Singing roll or bowl a ball a penny a pitch (all together now) 

Roll or bowl a ball a penny a pitch (harmony) 

Roll or bowl a ball a penny a pitch 

Roll or bowl a ball, roll or bowl a ball 

Singing roll or bowl a ball a penny a pitch aa

Note:

The line

Roll or bowl the ball

refers to the game of Cricket

"Roll! meaning underarm and "bowl" meaning overarm.

Everybody sing or risk prosecution.

Your choice

((( FAITH )))

Well I guess it would be nice

If I could touch your body

I know not everybody

Has got a body like you

But I've got to think twice

Before I give my heart away

And I know all the games you play

Because I play them too

Oh but I

Need some time off from that emotion

Time to pick my heart up off the floor

Oh and when that love comes down

Without devotion

Well it takes a strong man baby

But I'm showing you the door

‘Cause I gotta have faith

I gotta have faith

‘Cause I gotta have faith, faith

‘Cause I gotta have faith, faith, faith

Baby,

I know you're asking me to stay

Say please, please, please don't go away

You say I'm giving you the blues

Maybe

You mean every word you say

Can't help but think of yesterday

And another who tied me down to loverboy rules

Before this river

Becomes an ocean

Before you throw my heart back on the floor

Oh oh baby I reconsider

My foolish notion

Well I need someone to hold me

But I'll wait for something more

Yes I've gotta have faith…

Mmm, I gotta have faith

‘Cause I gotta have faith, faith, faith

I gotta have faith-a-faith-a-faith

Before this river

Becomes an ocean

Before you throw my heart back on the floor

Oh oh baby I reconsider

My foolish notion

Well I need someone to hold me

But I'll wait for something more

Cause I gotta have faith

Mmm I gotta have faith

Because I got to have faith-a-faith-a-faith

I gotta have faith-a-faith-a-faith

*New Karaoke Song

((( GOT A LOT OF LIVIN TO DO )))

Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do

A whole lot o' loving to do

Come on baby, to make a party takes two

Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do

A whole lot o' loving to do

And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you

There's a moon that's big and bright in the milky way tonight

But the way you act you never would know it's there

So baby, time's a wasting

A lot of kisses I ain't been tasting

I don't know about you but I'm gonna get my share

Oh got a lot o' living to do

A whole lot o' loving to do

Come on baby, to make a party takes two

Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do

A whole lot o' loving to do

And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you

There's a balmy little breeze

That's whistling through the trees

And it's telling you to pitch a little woo with me

Why don't you take a listen

You'll never know what you've been missing

Cuddle up a little closer and be my little honey bee

Oh got a lot o' living to do

A whole lot o' loving to do

Come on baby, to make a party takes two

Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do

A whole lot o' loving to do

And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you

You're the prettiest thing I've seen

But you treat me so doggone mean

Ain't you got no heart, I'm dying to hold you near

Why do you keep me waiting

Why don't you start co-operating

And the things I say are things you want to hear

Oh got a lot o' living to do

A whole lot o' loving to do

Come on baby, to make a party takes two

Oh yes I've got a lot o' living to do

A whole lot o' loving to do

And there's no one who I'd rather do it with-a than you

*New Karaoke Song

((( CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE )))

This thing called love I just can't handle it

this thing called love I must get round to it

I ain't ready

Crazy little thing called love

This (This Thing) called love

(Called Love)

It cries (Like a baby)

In a cradle all night

It swings (Woo Woo)

It jives (Woo Woo)

It shakes all over like a jelly fish,

I kinda like it

Crazy little thing called love

There goes my baby

She knows how to Rock n' roll

She drives me crazy

She gives me hot and cold fever

Then she leaves me in a cool cool sweat

I gotta be cool relax, get hip

Get on my track's

Take a back seat, hitch-hike

And take a long ride on my motor bike

Until I'm ready

Crazy little thing called love

I gotta be cool relax, get hip

Get on my track's

Take a back seat, hitch-hike

And take a long ride on my motor bike

Until I'm ready (Ready Freddie)

Crazy little thing called love

This thing called love I just can't handle it

this thing called love I must get round to it

I ain't ready

Crazy little thing called love

*New Karaoke Song

((( SALTY DOG BLUES )))

Standin' on the corner with the low down blues

Is a great big hole in the bottom of my shoes

Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Let me be your Salty Dog

Or I won't be your man at all

Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Looking here Sal, I know you

Run down stockin' and a worn out shoe

Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Let me be your Salty Dog

Or I won't be your man at all

Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Down in the wildwood sitting on a log

Finger on the trigger and eye on the hog

Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Let me be your Salty Dog

Or I won't be your man at all

Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Pulled the trigger and the gun said go

The shot fell over in Mexico

Honey, let me be you Salty Dog

Let me be your Salty Dog

Or I won't be your man at all

Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

Let me be your Salty Dog

Or I won't be your man at all

Honey, let me be your Salty Dog

*New Karaoke Song

((( THE UNIVERSE IS REALLY STRANGE )))

((( MANSON IS COMING TO TOWN )))

*And now a sign to you of

how I feel about the Christmas season

A MARILYN MANSON CHRISTMAS

INCLUDING THE 'SLASHER' HITS

RUDOLF THE RED-NOSED 
AX MURDERER

&

PEDO SANTA IS COMING TO TOWN

(TO BABYSIT THE KIDS)

PLUS

THE LITTLE DRUMMER BOY

JUST BOUGHT A GUN

AND

HAVE A HOLLY JOLLY 

HUMAN SACRIFICE

*I'm obviously

not a big fan of Christmas.

Although,

I am a big fan of  Photoshop

I'd go so far as to say hearing Christmas carols
over the store PA systems

REALLY PISSES ME OFF!!!

I don't like being forced to listen to that shit
and, every year, I have NO CHOICE!!!
Although I must admit, I am quite proud
of how much stronger I have become
at tuning that musical shit out of my mind
before it drives me out of my mind.

This Marilyn Manson post
is an expression of my anger over the
commercialization of
Jesus Christ!!

I consider lying to children
on religious holidays

TO BE BLASPHEMY!!!

((( HONESTY, HONOR, VIRTUE & INTEGRITY )))

I AM SOMETIMES SHOCKED

at how difficult it has become

for me to be dishonorable and dishonest.

I recently had a situation where I felt

Amazon.com had undercharged me for some items.

I went to their chat room determined

to pay them what they deserved for the items 

I had purchased.

I'll admit there was a part of me

that felt I order so much from Amazon

I deserved that discount on those items.

However, I simply could not take the items

unless I paid the full price for them!!

I COULD NOT STOP MYSELF

I HAD TO MAKE CERTAIN

I PAID THE FULL AMOUNT!!

I think of these super-rich people

of organizations like the federal reserve

who obviously think nothing of cheating America

out of, possibly, trillions of dollars

and here I am a person who can't live with himself

if he steals so much as a penny from anyone.

This matter of integrity and honor

seems to be getting 'worse'

I foresee that I will become more and more

honorable and virtuous as my life progresses.

It seems I am on a path I cannot divert from.

It's too late for that.

I ABSOLUTELY MUST

become increasingly honorable, honest and virtuous.

I have no choice in the matter.

What a strange life this is turning out to be

((( ANNOUNCEMENT )))

I'm slowly moving away from making

negative comments on the Internet

I see it as a wise decision

I am also moving away

from watching too many commercial programs 

either from television

or from online streaming services


It's time to face reality and reality is
most of those programs are either
half-bullshit or total bullshit.
It's time for me to be entertained by the real

I see that as a wise decision as well

I'M LONG OVERDUE 

for some big positive changes in my life

((( MESSAGE FROM ELVIS )))

GRANTED

You have every reason in the world to be angry

and negative over world events you have no control over

However, since you have no control over such events

you are wasting yourself through the process

Focus on what you have control over

and always remember to be increasingly grateful

for all the good in your life

This is the road that leads to having

more and more reasons 

to be grateful in life



*The average person is only concerned
with whether or not Elvis actually said this.

I am concerned with whether or not
the information is useful

If this is all just my imagination
I've got an incredible imagination
and I see that as a good thing!!

Still, whether Elvis agrees or not,
it is not always useful to deny your true feelings
and act loving and nice
when you don't feel like doing so!!

((( A SPIRITUAL CONNECTION TO ELVIS )))

I WILL SAY THIS MUCH:

Either I have some sort of 
connection to the spirit of

ELVIS PRESLEY

Or something is pretending to be Elvis

and helping me to sing his songs

It's either one or the other.

Whether YOU believe this or not

IS COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT

*I created this computer wallpaper 

background yesterday

((( FAKE NEWS )))

FAKE NEWS

The mainstream media is now pushing the concept of FAKE NEWS

in order to distract from the, alleged, facts regarding the John Podesta

hacked emails.

I suddenly realized something

I say it's safe to say about half of all you hear on the news

OR READ ON THE INTERNET

is either half-bullshit or completely bullshit.

I don't see how anything has changed.

I mean, it's not like the Internet could always be fully trusted

to have REAL news. Only a fool would blindly believe

what he reads on the Internet.

HOWEVER,

I feel more justified THAN EVER to believe

the mainstream media is always pushing fake news

in one way or the other.

If there is only ONE THING I learned from Donald Trump's campaign

it is that you should NEVER blindly trust what the mainstream media says.

They have the minds of the non-critical thinking masses all tied up.

The idiots tend to blindly believe whatever the mainstream media

says is true at FACE VALUE!!!

I've found atheists are the same in that

whatever science the mainstream media pushes

the atheists tend to blindly believe it all at face value.

They tend to pride themselves as being critical thinkers.

FAR FROM IT with regards to mainstream science.

Just like with the media, the atheists tend to blindly trust

whatever mainstream science says is pseudoscience.

If mainstream science says something is pseudoscience

THAT'S ALL THE PROOF THE IDIOT ATHEIST NEEDS!!

The atheists tend to blindly believe.

They don't bother to critically think about

mainstream scientific claims. 

The stupid blind faith atheists tend to

blindly believe peer reviewed science papers

even as nuns blindly believe the Pope's

interpretation of the Bible.

Muslims tend to blindly believe their Muslims leaders.

Christians tend to blindly believe their particular Christian leaders.

Atheists tend to blindly believe their scientific leaders.

SUCKERS, THE ENTIRE LOT OF THEM, I SAY!

If there is such at thing as Universal Sanity

it would most probably belong to 

THE CRITICAL THINKERS

not the blind faith believers

((( ON THE SUNNY SIDE OF THE STREET )))

Grab your coat and snatch your hat, leave your worries on the doorstep

Just direct your feet to the sunny side of the street

Can't you hear that pitter pat and that happy tune is your step

Life can be so sweet, on the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade with the blues on parade

No longer afraid, the rover crossed over

If I never had a cent I'll be rich as Rockefeller

The gold dust at my feet on the sunny side of the street

I used to walk in the shade with those blues on parade

But I'm not afraid 'cause the rover, he got over

If I never had a cent, I'd be rich as Rockefeller

All those chicks 'round my feet on the sunny, sunny side of the street

*New Karaoke Song

((( RETURN TO SENDER )))

Return to sender

Return to sender

I gave a letter to the postman,

He put it his sack.

Bright in early next morning,

He brought my letter back.

She wrote upon it:

Return to sender, address unknown.

No such number, no such zone.

We had a quarrel, a lovers' spat

I write I'm sorry but my letter keeps coming back.

So then I dropped it in the mailbox

And sent it special D.

Bright in early next morning

It came right back to me.

She wrote upon it:

Return to sender, address unknown.

No such person, no such zone.

This time I'm gonna take it myself

And put it right in her hand.

And if it comes back the very next day

Then I'll understand the writing on it

Return to sender, address unknown.

No such number, no such zone.

Return to sender

Return to sender

Return to sender

Return to sender

*New Karaoke Song

((( THE WONDER OF YOU )))

When no-one else can understand me

When everything I do is wrong

You give me hope and consolation

You give me strength to carry on

And you're always there to lend a hand

In everything I do

That's the wonder

The wonder of you

And when you smile the world is brighter

You touch my hand and I'm a king

Your kiss to me is worth a fortune

Your love for me is everything

I'll guess I'll never know the reason why

You love me like you do

That's the wonder

The wonder of you

*New Karaoke Song

((( SEVEN SPANISH ANGELS )))

He looked down into her brown eyes

And said, "Say a prayer for me."

She threw her arms around him,

Whispered, "God will keep us free."

They could hear the riders comin',

He said, "This is my last fight.

If they take me back to Texas,

They won't take me back alive."

There were seven Spanish angels at the altar of the sun.

They were prayin' for the lovers in the valley of the gun.

When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,

There was thunder from the throne,

And seven Spanish angels took another angel home.

She reached down and picked the gun up

That lay smoking in his hand.

She said, "Father, please forgive me;

I can't make it without my man."

And she knew the gun was empty,

And she knew she couldn't win,

But her final prayer was answered

When the rifles fired again.

There were seven Spanish angels at the altar of the sun.

They were prayin' for the lovers in the valley of the gun.

When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared,

There was thunder from the throne,

And seven Spanish angels took another angel home.

*New Karaoke Song