Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Punch a Higher Floor...

Reposting from my Facebook feed because it's crunchworthy:

I am embracing the Jeep. The Jeep was always Jim's vehicle. To me it was sort of like riding a horse but without the enchantment. Not the smoothest ride. But to keep it running, I have to drive it. Plus, it has a working radio (mine doesn't at the mo). When I took it to do groceries today, and was secretly digging driving Big Bird, this came on. I've always loves this song. I am a child of the 80s after all. But somehow...I felt like he was talking to me. And I was listening. I'm punching a higher floor, baby ;)

Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life

Electric word life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here to tell you
There's something else
The after world

A world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun, day or night

So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
You know the one, Dr. Everything'll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby

'Cause in this life
Things are much harder than in the after world
In this life
You're on your own

And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy, punch a higher floor



1 comment:

What sayest thou?