Ok ladies
I got a question for you
Maybe you can say
Whether or not
This is really true
But . . .
Who needs a man?
Or hanky panky?
When you are so lucky
To have a heated blanky?
Cuz I got a heated blanky
I slept with it all night
And I was snug as a bug
In a wool woven rug
And my heart is happy and light
It's the witching hour
And I hear Old Central's bells
It would be fun to be a witch
And be casting magic spells
I would wear a cute and pointy hat
That would be the most important part
And I'd make magic music
And also magic art
Come to think of it I think
I'm half way there!
I just need that cute hat
I'll find one somewhere . . .
For two whole weeks
It's been nothing but cold rain
I'm like, that's cool, I can handle this
But that's only inside my brain
Cuz you gotta believe
What I'm telling you is true
I'm pretty sure my hands and feet
Are actually turning blue
The heat is not on in my building
And it's been in the forties all week
My teeth are chattering so bad
That I can barely even speak
I'm just an October child
Who is longing for the sun
Which will go to bed much sooner
When this month is done
Then the dark days of November
Are gonna eat me up like cake
Gobble, gobble, gobble
That is my bitter fate
Little people
And their little troubles
And their little boxes
And their little bubbles
Little people
In their little homes
They're little trolls!
They're little gnomes!
Sometimes they drink too much
And wallow in despair
Sometimes they like to go out
With big and teased up hair
Sometimes they lay in bed
All the live long day
And listen to their music
And wish the world away
Are you a little person?
A little tiny ‘me’?
With big and giant dreams
Of all that you could be?
Do you look at what others do
Do you look at what they've won
And do you think to yourself
Is this all that I have done?
Every single morning
I go out on a run
I do it to stay healthy
But mostly do it just for fun
I run down to Canal Park
And to the lighthouse on the pier
I like being around the tourists
And the energetic atmosphere
I used to run in the alleys
Up in the hillside
I'd run with the bunnies
And the squirrels by my side
I still do that sometimes
I like to run in lots of places
It keeps it nice and interesting
And fun like Grandma's races
There's lots of things I can say
That I love about Duluth
I don't even mind the cold
It's good for running, that's the truth
Except, the snow is a real pain
And makes it sorta impossible to run
Have you ever ran on a treadmill?
Wow, that is seriously not fun
If you really want to torture yourself
Or are seeking a test of spiritual will
Seriously, not kidding,
try running on a treadmill
Tuesday morning
The day is fresh and new
What am I gonna do today?
Well, let me tell you
I've got some new shiny toys
And I'm making a new rig
So I can return to performing electro
And maybe get a regular gig
On top of that I'm always painting
And I sing every day
And I'm always writing something
Even when I have nothing to say
I'm sitting here
Eating sun butter on toast
Sipping coffee and
Thinking about a blog post
I finally moved my computer
To my closet space
I've got blankets draped
All over the place
And just for fun and to be cute
I hung up tiny Christmas lights
They add a bit of magic sparkle
They're my happy little stalactites
I'm a little afraid to do my work
So I gotta be a little brave
And anyhow, it's kinda fun to sit
In my little recording cave
Boom boom crash cymbal
I got a cousin named John Kimball
He records his own music just like me
And he lives over yonder in O.K. LEE
Which is over near the town of my birth
On some of the flattest land on earth
And where ever it is that I may roam
That’ll always be the place I call my home
Boom boom chicka chick
What is it that makes you tick?
How much of it is where you’re from?
How much of it can be undone?
Deep thoughts on a Sunday morn
Thinking bout the place where I was born
Where Bud Lite flows down gravel roads
They all sip as they drive, everybody knows
