There's not a lot of point in even writing about this as most of you don't believe in Christmas. There's a big show of it around Christmas time but you don't believe a word of it through the rest of the year and what a pity.
For me it's Christmas every time I eat something and it doesn't hurt. It's when I bend a note and it goes right there, not a few cents up or down but right the fuck on the beam. It's when Yevette feels down and says no-one helps her as then I remind her I do. (It's not because of me she gets to feeling that way sometimes)
It's when you understand socialism isn't giving things because you're forced to do it but rather you have it to give and what else would you do when you have more than you need. It's letting some guy play my guitar yesterday even though I hate like hell for infidels to even touch it. I wasn't playing it as I had just put it down and he obviously wanted to give it a go so do it, cowboy. Let's hear your moves. From that I tell you cowboys love the bluez just the same as everyone else. That's how it goes on Christmas.
It's just a shame no-one believes it. Tomorrow is the Mystery Lady's birthday. She may know Christmas better than anyone. Her voice was a gift to us and you haven't even seen how she paints. Some of you have them as she gave them away. That's how socialism really works ... being social.
(Ed: as in giving a shit?)
Yah, that's all. Suddenly it turns into Christmas and there are munchkins dancing all over the place.
For me it's Christmas every time I eat something and it doesn't hurt. It's when I bend a note and it goes right there, not a few cents up or down but right the fuck on the beam. It's when Yevette feels down and says no-one helps her as then I remind her I do. (It's not because of me she gets to feeling that way sometimes)
It's when you understand socialism isn't giving things because you're forced to do it but rather you have it to give and what else would you do when you have more than you need. It's letting some guy play my guitar yesterday even though I hate like hell for infidels to even touch it. I wasn't playing it as I had just put it down and he obviously wanted to give it a go so do it, cowboy. Let's hear your moves. From that I tell you cowboys love the bluez just the same as everyone else. That's how it goes on Christmas.
It's just a shame no-one believes it. Tomorrow is the Mystery Lady's birthday. She may know Christmas better than anyone. Her voice was a gift to us and you haven't even seen how she paints. Some of you have them as she gave them away. That's how socialism really works ... being social.
(Ed: as in giving a shit?)
Yah, that's all. Suddenly it turns into Christmas and there are munchkins dancing all over the place.
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