Tuesday’s gone with the wind on a midnight train to Georgia.
Funny you should mention that…I’ve got Georgia On My Mind
Nothing matters but the weekend, from a Tuesday point of view.
Well, temporal to the current gregorian and practical calender, if I were to guess that I saw fireworls this year on july Fourth, I would be wrong. I was in the park and enjoying the official fireworks on the 3rd. this year. They decided to hold the festivities on the weekend.So the question is… what you smokin’?
All I know is I was drunk the day my mom got out of prison, whenever that was. And I went to pick her up in the rain. But before I could get to the station in my pickup truck, she got runned over by a damned old train.
But I digress.
Another sleepy, dusty, delta day?
I don’t like Mondays. I want to shoot the whole day down.
After snorting up soda and pissing my pants laughing (hmmm a new FLA? PMPL??? Coinage!)
I thank you all for the laugh because
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down…
dammit…someone else stole my joke…and my FLA…
I guess it’s time to get wild and loose…
April, come she will, when streams are ripe and swelled with rain.
The rain, the park, and other things.
Well, cry me a river, why doncha?
Well, there’s something in a Sunday makes a body feel alone… I’ve got a feeling I don’t want to know.
It’s a fantabulous night to make romance 'neath the cover of October skies.
Good-bye Ruby Tueday.
When it’s cold outside, I got the month of May.
If it’s Tuesday, this must be Belgium
If it’s Wednesday, this must be Rome
If it’s Thursday, this must be Montreux
I feel I never wanna go home
I’m sure it was a Sunday - I distinctly remember the smell of someone frying chicken as I was coming down.