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Round 39, Week 8

by Monday Morning 3AM Music Club

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1.
There's a song I like to sing when I've been too long on the road. Every time I sing it, I started thinking what I'm gonna do when I get there. I might hunker down and read a book, or maybe take a nap. Mayabe rearranging my closet, I might just sit by the fire, when I get there. But the one thing I won't do is think about the times we had, 'Cause every time I think about 'em I'll start crying. So I won't be thinking 'bout the way your eyes glowed in the sun, Or the way your hair laid softly on your shoulder when I get there. And I won't be thinking 'bout the way your smile could light the room. With so miany things to think about, I'll be thinking 'bout them when I get there. So when you close your eyes tonight you can sleep just fine, Knowing I'm not thinking 'bout you. And if by chance you cross my mind, it won't linger long, I've got more important things to think about when I get there.
2.
Here's To Hoping I’ve got this line Stuck in my head From American Beauty There must be nothing worse in this world Than being boring How bout a toast To All of our kids Here’s to hoping they’re just as strange as us When they grow up some day Everything you’ve ever hoped for Everything you’ve ever wanted for them I hope you recognize these are second-hand dreams As they scatter to the wind Oh, but here’s to hoping For whatever it’s worth Here’s to hoping So raise up your glass Let’s pour one out For our expectations The battle was lost Before it began They are what they are They’ll be what they’ll be So here’s to hoping They’re just as strange as us When they grow up some day Everything you’ve ever hoped for Everything you’ve ever wanted for them I hope you recognize these are second-hand dreams As they scatter to the wind So how bout a toast To all of our kids Here’s to hoping They care as much as us When they have their own kids some day Everything you’ve ever hoped for Everything you’ve ever wanted for them I hope you recognize these are second-hand dreams As they scatter to the wind
3.
You were sleeping at the border When I saw the welcome signs And I almost tried to wake you Out of spite And when that song came on the Radio the thirty-seventh time I could hear you sigh But maybe you were dreaming Fare thee well I’ll see you on the morrow Fare thee well When shadows chase the moon I could swear Those sorrows don’t go easy Down a thousand miles of Rails I’ll find you Did you think you’d disappear Down the wilds of wires and canyons You can only go so far As you can run But I believe that we are scripted circumscribed and built for speed Shot from cannons, scouts for Gospels we don’t trust Fare thee well I’ll see you on the morrow Fare thee well When shadows chase the moon I could swear Those sorrows don’t go easy Down a thousand miles of Rails I’ll find you There’s a man at Union Station And it comes as no surprise He will lead you down the path you least desire And when that train has left the depot And the platform’s emptied out You’ll remember how that song It used to go Fare thee well I’ll see you on the morrow Fare thee well When shadows chase the moon I could swear Those sorrows don’t go easy Down a thousand miles of Rails I’ll find you
4.
Walking through Luton and the bluebell wood Taking the train into London Seeing your old sites drinking wine in a cavern No clouds in the sky But it was a rainy day Checking the boxes in Lindley Taking young Finn for a walk Getting our fill at the corners When snow blocked the streets What a rainy day Sick as the devil in Galway Ushering in a new year Marveling at the cute colored houses Exploring the city at night On a rainy day Sitting with a cold shoulder at the station You wondered what could be wrong Suddenly we’d talked for hours And I think I knew That was the first rainy day Now every day is a rainy day
5.
We opened gifts We cut the spiral ham And had a happy holiday I had a show But I was double booked So I thought I should stay the week Now I’m living in mesh shorts Now I’m watching Judge Judy Now I’m wearing a watch As pure decoration Now I’m guzzling Folger’s Now I’m shuffling Phase 10 Now I’m scrolling through iTunes For family movies It’s moving slow What is the day again? How many more till New Year’s Eve Dad is asleep Mom’s in the laundry room I’m watching football by myself (IKR) I live on the sofa Now I’m booking for next year Now I’m giving advice to Dear Abby writers Now I’m ignoring phone calls Now I’m not wearing shoes and Now I’ve been harmonizing To Andy Griffith I love my folks I want a love like theirs They are the best reclusive team They like it hot Ergo the black mesh shorts Oh I already mentioned that I’m googling athletes Now I’m combing through vinyls Now I’m making a list Of new resolutions Now I ordered a Blend Jet Now I’m paying my rent and Now I’m watching a gnat That’s trapped in the window Now it’s a new year What’s gonna happen Will it be better Go to the gym more Hey look the sun’s out Make a new meal plan Five syllable phrase Ha ha ha ha ha
6.
A Letter from King George Not a victim of circumstance Just a loser with a broken mind Wrote a letter to the jester’s man Washed away a sea of broken glass Burn away the canvas We are crossing to the house of war Jericho is weeping As we put your lover to the sword Imagination running wild Demons whisper sweetly to his wife Bring her all the silver’s tithe Is the world inside achained man’s bruise Burn away the canvas We are crossing to the house of war Jericho is weeping As we put your lover to the sword Necropolis is raving mad The wolf is howling at the door A prisoner of 18 years D ancing snake and stable hand A light has risen in the east A chariot and Golden Horde Your king considers blue evil And telling lies of vilest black Burn away the canvas We are crossing to the house of war Jericho is weeping As we put your lover to the sword

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released December 30, 2022

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