When I first learned to play the guitar I used to write songs all the time. Now, I can’t remember the last time I wrote some lyrics and my guitar is collecting dust. I was going through some old stuff the other day and kept coming across random lyrics I had written. So as not lose them, in case I want to actually write a song again, here they are. I really like the first two. The third? not so sure.

I.
And I’m stuck here with the living.
As I dance with death.
but my heart keeps on beating
To the tune of self regret.

II.
Tell me your the way to heaven.
Redemption in your smile.
Your words are like a gospel to me.
Faith in your lies.

III.
I know not who I am.
I know not who to become.
I know I do not long for the end of the rising sun.
I sit and wait with longing.
I sit and wait with hope.

The death of me brings new.
the death of me brings you.
Happiness began
with the death of despair.

I love karaoke bars. It combines my two favorite past time 1. singing aloud and 2. drinking. Also add the fact that I’m a leo, so I crave the spotlight and you have my idea of the perfect evening.

While out for a friend’s bachelorette party we stumbled into a karaoke bar. I had a few beers and found the confidence I needed to take the stage. But what to sing?

I wanted a song that would turn heads. A song that would make people talk and land me in the karaoke hall of fame. My first thought was Gretchen Wilson’s redneck women. Did I mention that I’m black? I knew that I would shock some people with this one. And all my girls were encouraging me to do it. But alas, no Gretchen Wilson. As I flipped through the song book I found a song that I’d always wanted to do in public. Bohemian Rhapsody!!! You gotta love some Queen. I tipped the DJ seven bucks to assure that my song would be played. But I feared the reaction. What if I screwed it up? I can’t screw up Queen!

As I got up there all worries went away. I hit all my notes (albeit a bit too high in some parts) and nailed every line. And during the guitar break I put my devil horns in the air and I rocked out Wayne’s World style. The crowd sung along and cheered. Afterward several guys with Jonas Brothers hair cuts came up and patted me on the back. I was a karaoke rock star.

Mark the date on your calendars. Today is the day I grew up. The day I began to care about politics, money, and the general well being of our country. I was unaware of the shift. It came on so suddenly. There I was trying to watch some reality TV to help numb the stress of another work day, when I accidentally started watching news. News? I chose news over Mtv’s lasted reality show Busted?

Okay, so I flipped back and forth. I was captivated by the stupidity of teenagers and people getting busted for not wearing their seat belt of all things. I was also awarded with this classic line when “seatbelt guy” got pulled over and was found with $7,300 in cash. His friend replies “it’s Memphis. Who doesn’t go around with $7,000 in their pocket?”. Forget the lottery y’all I’m goin car jackin in Memphis. Whose with me?

But eventually I flipped back to NBC where a panel of experts were discussing the bail out of AIG. The panel began discussing how the fed printed off a bunch of money and handed it over to AIG. A strange emotion crept into my senses. Was I actually starting to care? Was the thought of an increase in inflation to compensate for the influx of new money actually stirring worry and frustration within my soul?

And then came the most shocking moment. When Sarah Palin commented that it’s unfortunate that another company has to be bailed out at the tax payers expense. My heart empathized with the vice presidential hopeful as she seemed to be sincerely disappointed in the state of our economy and its effects on the working class citizen.

But don’t worry. I quickly bounced back from this brief moment of citizenship. I turned on the Wii and found my savior in a little Italian plumber and his crew of villains, royalty, fungi, and lizards. I slipped into the high speed world of mushrooms, turtle shells, and bananas (stupid bananas. I always get banana’s.)

A coworker said the other day “its sad when the world of Mario Cart makes more sense then the world we live in.” A sad day indeed.

Am very shleepy. Can barely keeps eyes open. But am so proud that I worked out…(yawn)… instead …(yawn)…of sleeping in. yay…me (yawn).