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I fell in love with this song after Ryan Southwell put it in one of his videos…

now I must add it to my blog archives

Heeey heeeey heeeeey

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn’t forget you
And so I went and let you blow my mind
Your sweet moon beam
The smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided you’re the one I have decided
Who’s one of my kind

Hey soul sister, ain’t that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain’t fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don’t wanna miss a single thing you do tonight

Heeey heeeey heeeey

Just in time, I’m so glad you have a one track mind le me
You gave my life direction
A game show love connection, we can’t deny
I’m so obsessed
My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest
I believe in you, like a virgin, you’re Madonna
And I’m always gonna wanna blow your mind

Hey soul sister, ain’t that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain’t fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don’t wanna miss a single thing you do tonight

Well you can cut a rug
Watching you is the only drug I need
So gangster, I’m so thug
You’re the only one I’m dreaming of
You see I can be myself now finally
In fact there’s nothing I cant be
I want the world to see you’ll be with me

Hey soul sister, ain’t that mister mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain’t fair you know
Hey soul sister, I don’t wanna miss a single thing you do tonight
Hey soul sister, I don’t wanna miss a single thing you do tonight
Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight)
Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight)

yep

 

here comes the vegetable man
in the vegetable van
with the horn that’s
honking like a mariachi band
in the midle of the street people
gather around put a dollar in the can
ay wey, qu� onda?
tj cowboys hang around
sleeping on the side walk
with a burger king crown
never wake them up
vatos vergallos qu� onda guero?
qu� onda quero? mano blancos roll with crowbars sing rancheras on cheap guitars
abuelitas with plastic bags
walking to church with their spanish candles dirty
boracho says ‘qu� putas? andelay joto your popsicles melting’ run better run
da doo run run
in the midnight sun guero where you going qu� onda gureo? rampart boys with
loaded rifles guatemalan soccer ball
instant replays mango ladies vendedoras
at a bus stop sing a banda macho chorus
quo onda guero? a donde vayas?

I want to thank Julie K for thinking of me and sending me this I feel it is exactly what I was thinking.

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.

~ Mary Oliver ~