This one song always meant a lot to me, so as soon as I found this in one of my fellow bloggermates I knew I should reblog it… In memory of an old boomer and the good times we had
Sometimes life comes crashing down all around us. There’s no sense in running at times like this, because you’re bound to your situation and that storm is likely to follow you until you can weather it.
This post is dedicated to all of my wordpress friends who are enduring tough times. It may seem like there’s no end, but one day you’ll look back and see how the storm had passed, while you smile under the sun of your newfound day.
Hold on – Tom Waits
They hung a sign up in our town
“if you live it up, you won’t
live it down”
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don’t look back just
Come on Jim
View original post 270 more words