We stitched and sutured ill-fated futures,
Amassed the past in archaic computers
Come join the ranks in our data banks,
It's a life without thanks
Remember that night i drank and you cried?
And on your bed all night's where we lied
I stayed awake, you fell asleep
On tear soaked sheets
And we're so new and young like science
Full of ideas and naive defiance
We'll lose it all with each passing fall
As our wake up call
We'll stare straight up and wonder why the
Sky is blue; it reflects the sea
We'll all be sayin' "science explained
Our lives again"
And we're always sayin'
Science explained
Our lives again
That's the science of the seasons
We stitched and sutured ill-fated futures,
Amassed the past in archaic computers
Come join the ranks in our data banks,
It's a life without thanks
We'll travel countries and sit beneath palm trees
And feel the heat in a warm pastel breeze
Let's take a trip; let's go to spain
By all night train
Or across the sea in ocean liners
To opium dens in asia minor
We'll spend our days wasting our pay on
Wasting away
We'll stare straight up and wonder why the
Sky is blue; it reflects the sea
We'll all be sayin' "science explained
Our lives again"
And we're always sayin'
Science explained
Our lives again
That's the science of the seasons
OMG Photography and art, and music and good food and family are really all there is in the world! Oh and website visitors!
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Bored and Broke? Free ways to have fun!!!
Bored and Broke makes for tight times. Luckily this video provides lots of free ways to have fun!!!
My fav is newspaper crumble disk!
Although, sock puppets are pretty sweet too. Socks are for your feet, but on your hands they're really neat!
Ahh Yes, Reading Rainbow Theme
Come'on ya'll know you lurvs the reading rainbow theme song. hells yeah, Levar Burton.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Learn how to dance kids! Kids Dance Instructional Video
Free Instructional dance video for kids to learn how to dance.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
MsDewey Your So Hot and Scary
MsDewey gone wild. I returned to my computer where apparently MsDewey had slowed it down or messed up the flash player a bit.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
That's right
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tin Man Lyrics
Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
But oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad.
So please believe in me
When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
Oh, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
No, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
But oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad.
So please believe in me
When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
Oh, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
When I say Im spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
No, oz never did give nothing to the tin man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of sir galahad
So please believe in me
Sunday, March 11, 2007
the dreaded Brain Fuckler
A day in the park makes for some strange diary musings in Baby Cakes' world. In his darkest entry yet, Mr. Cakes reflects on death, dream girls and the dreaded Brain Fuckler that he sometimes sees humping people's faces in public.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
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