Last Bus to Elysium

Sitting in the hot sun waiting for arrival
Getting cramped up from waiting too long
Sign says another sixty minutes
I can't stand to wait another minute longer
Where's my fast pass, can't wait any more

Next stop to paradise
They say heaven is really nice
Could you spare me some change
For the last bus to elysium

I am a man, I gotta be patient
But like a boy, I wanna have candy now
Only got about fifty-nine
Price check on asle nine
Where's the cashier, where's my money

Wanna get to paradise
They say heaven is really nice
Could you spare me some change
For the last bus to elysium
Last bus to elysium
Last bus to elysium

When I'm dead
Like He said
Senior citizens ride for free

Last bus to elysium
Last bus to elysium
Last bus to elysium
Last bus to elysium

Woodstock 69

Last week I found a chair back massager at the thrift store for just eight bucks! Everything works great, and it even has a heater! It also turns off automatically so that I can't burn the house down, lol. I strapped it onto my videogame rocker, and it is so comfortable. I just now finished some relaxing time to myself. Picture this:
Spin a record of the Woodstock 69 original soundtrack, played with crisp clarity through the magnificent noise cancelling Sennheiser audiophile headphones, with a bowl of ice cream, lights out, provided the solitude of my bedroom for free minded "rockin' out", all on top of an automated, hands-free, personally adjustable back massage.
Ahhhh... What a great investment. This must be the best eight dollars I've ever spent!

Paul Skinner's Adventures in Virginia

I saw:

♦Stop lights on strings

♦7/11s with gas stations

♦and poe-poes with those brimmed hats, I think they are called campaign hats.



I also saw a bush conduct an orchestra...

Waltz Again

[I'm gonna try real hard to make a sound track for this using the Genie organ. This piece IS a lyric, and it has music that goes with it. I hope not to get lazy.] You hear it, you see it You know it, it's in your head The melody, assignment Stuck with you when you go to bed As it stalks you in your sleep It has a face everyone knows Wears a badge pinned over its clothes Authority, surly he knows Befriends you, and it grows and grows But no one seems to see So has there been any existence Any proof of a change Something a little different What I have seen is just another piece Another figment from the same old beginning Waltz again I do believe I've heard this melody before Waltz again This scale is so cliched But the chords, they still seem okay Though there's something, yet there's nothing new at all They mail you, they broadcast The radio, on the TV cast Though you can't run, they won't hush The result when people are in a rush It's never easy But what now, it's over There's nothing new, so start over Do you 'member, remember, I member So they take the remember and release it September And the memory is cleaned Eventually all history is lost To ignorance of change Humanity forgets to think alone What I have seen is just another piece Another figment from the same old beginning Waltz again I do believe I've heard this melody before Waltz again This scale is so cliched But the chords, they still seem okay Though there's something, yet there's nothing new at all Outcast, out underground Remote and vacant from the sound From the TV, the radio Salute thee, the heroes Why no one looks to you Waltz again I do believe I've heard this melody before Waltz again This scale is so cliched But the chords, they still seem okay Though there's something, yet there's nothing new at all Waltz again I do believe I've heard this melody before Waltz again Although there's something We all know there's something Yet there is nothing new at all