identity crisis - or - a prelude to violence?

i love music. all kinds of music. i am a music user, an addict. and i'm not super picky. sir-mix-alot is just as awesome to me as cake. i love me some john denver. space hog is on my list. buddy holly, bryan adams, joe satriani, rob base and dj ez rock, rosemary clooney, me first and the gimme gimmes, the supertones, george winstson, prince, yaz, you name it. i am a fan of music. well not jazz... but we all have our limits. at any rate... you just never know what i am going to be playing in my home or car. it could literaly be anything.

so anyway... i have this brood of kids in my house today, and the one little slice of sunshine was singing to a baby... this is what she sang to soothe the baby;

"i am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told i have squandererd my resisitance for a pocked full of mumbled such are promises. when i was just a baby my momma told me son always be a good boy don't ever play with guns but i shot a man in reno just to watch him die. in the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade and he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out lie lie lie lie lie lie lie."

right. on. nothing like combining a little of the boxer (simon and garfunkle) with folsom prison blues (johnny cash). this child rules the school. she is the rulingest kid in town.

but then, this is the same child that used to want eve of destruction sung to her as she drifted off...

"the eastern world it is explodin', violence flarin', bullets loadin,' you're old enough to kill, but not for votin,' and even the jordan river, has bodies floatin'..."



arrivederci, rebecca marie