…I can’t get to sleep. I think about the implications of diving in too deep and possibly the complications. Especially at night I worry over situations I know will be alright. Perhaps it’s just imagination?
-Colin Hay
Get the idea??
Here’s another…
Today like any day. Rolled out of bed, talked on the telephone. Went to the doctor, she said “You’re OK”. Still I wonder “Who am I?”
-Lily Frost
Now you go… 
Dear Abby,
I’m looking for comfort that I can take from someone else; but after all, I know there is no one that can save me from myself.
In honor of his upcoming 58th birthday this Sunday:
*Dear Abby, Dear Abby,
well I never thought
that me and my girlfriend
would ever get caught.
We were sittin’ in the back seat
just shootin’ the breeze
with her hair up in curlers
and her pants to her knees.
Signed - Just Married*
-John Prine
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I’m cracking up
Am I just paranoid?
Dear Abby
I’m so unsatisfied.
-Paul Westerberg
Dear Abby,
I can’t get no satisfaction,
I can’t get no satisfaction.
’cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
Yours,
Pouting in Dartford
Doctor, doctor - give me the news. I’ve got a bad case of loving you!
Wacky in WallaWalla (b/c I don’t know who sings that)
Dear Colin,
It’s just overkill.
–Abby
You sound like a basket case.
–Abby
Dear Pouting,
Maybe a man on the radio can help. Don’t assume that his information is useless; it might help your situation.
–Abby
Dear Wacky (or is it Mr. Palmer?),
Maybe a pill would cure your head?
–Abby
Dear Abby,
I know an old lady who swallowed a fly.
I don’t know why she swallowed the fly.
I guess she’ll die?
Dear Abby:
In my life I’ve seen heartache and pain. I don’t know if I can face love again.
Dear Abby,
I went to the movies with my little Peggy Sue. I had my dip there in my lip just like I always do. She didn’t know I was spittin’ in my coca cola cup. She took a great big swallow and threw her pop corn up.
R.E. Keen
Dear Abby,
Sometimes I feel I’m gonna break down and cry
Nowhere to go, nothing to do with my time
I get lonely, so lonely, living on my own.
Freddie from Mercury TX
Dear Abby,
I’m finished with my woman because she couldn’t help me with her mind.
Can you help me?
-Paranoid in Birmingham
Dear Abby;
I feel like a spinning top, or a dreidel
The spinning don’t stop when you leave the cradle
you just slow down
Round and around this world you go
spinning thru the lives of the people you know
we all slow down
How you gonna keep on spinning from day to day?
How you gonna keep from spinning your life away?
Sincerely,
Mr. Meniere
Dear Abby,
Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
Dear Abby,
MacArthur’s Park is melting in the dark.
All the sweet, green icing flowing down…
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
'cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again
Oh, nooooooooOOOOOOOOOO!
Deah Abbah,
I been wookin pah nub in awl da wong paces. Hep!
Buhwhea’