I don't care if monday's blue

Tuesday's grey and wednesday too
Thursday i don't care about you
It's friday i'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...

I don't care if monday's black
Tuesday wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's friday i'm in love

Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed
Or thursday watch the walls instead
It's friday i'm in love

Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...

Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's friday
I'm in love

and now a word from our sponser:

Give me a clue
Oh lady blue
And whisper your name to me
I'll give you a smile
It'll last for a while
Never again want for love, wait and see

Lady P, Lady P
won't you come
and dance with me?
cus' I've been waiting for a while
just to see that cutest smile
grace those alabaster cheeks
because you're the one
that my heart seeks



note from your lord an master here in the land of the field day: Yay for cheezynessess!

Where the wild things grow...

I'm sitting up so very high,
upon this peak here in the sky.
The ground bellow is an easy fall,
should I just get to the earth and crawl.
Or should I grow my wing and fly,
into the sun, so very high.

If the Devil Grabs your Wings, give him a Kiss...

It'll confuse the hell out of him, and make your victory all the sweeter when you finnaly find someone to help you sew them back on ;)

Which brings me to my next point: symbols. Who needs wings? The most important things, the things that truely decide who will love us and who will hate us are the things no one can see, or touch, or hear, and yet are the most tangable sensations we can experience. So your wings are a symbol of purity, or maybe of goodness. But what makes you more worthy than the black-garbed teenager awash in steel raiments? Why is your life more inportant than their's?

What is Karma? It is an Idea for a sensation, a word associated with a feeling. Withought feeling, word is meaningless. Words are a conveniance, a practical way to transfer understanding about feelings, but words are just as much a trap when we begin to relly to much upon them and forget the true root. The emotion. The deep down inside that is still there no mater how depressed you will ever, ever get.

So the devil stole my wings. I say he can have them, cus' I'm still here, and I know that there is sombody who loves me. Even if they don't know it yet. And I know there is someone I love, even if I don't know it yet. And when we touch, I'll give feeling a name ... if I feel like it ;)

I don't think I'm quite getting my point accross. We separate ourselves from the people around us by words, ideas, and beliefes when the things that are the most important can never be truely described ... and so our tools become our creeds, and we end up killing for them, making up new words as excuses.

So don't make words, grab the feelings that are already there. Make them your own, cus' they belong to you. Then you can touch someone else and share them.

So smile,
just because you can,
and give a word it's wings,
but only if you want to.
Just smile all the same.


And Jam if you can, cus' it's a hell of alot of fun. And if you can't, get into it anyway. Just for kicks.

I don't believe it, I feel it.