letra de 01/08/02 - john reuben
january eighth, two thousand and two
dear diary, i write this in hopes
that the universe will finally receive me with open arms
oh opposition, how long will you continue?
opposition, how many tears must you draw?
but know this, not every tear that has graced my cheek has been
a tear of confrontation, but some have been tears of joy
so on this eighth day of the new year, 3:41 central time
i stand confident, oh my god of great goodness
is it possible just maybe, that i can write half-way intelligent
lyrics and make music that people might possibly like?
is that possible?
is it possible that what i do is what i want to actually do
and not the result of selling out? heh
oh hi little bluebird, you wonderful creation of joy
you’re beautiful. sing to me, you sing to me blue bird
you sing beautiful. now i’ll sing to you…
reuben, what am i dippity doin?