A song about the joy of having adult children visit home for the holidays, and then the joy of having them leave again at the end...more

Above a ré always a mi, a small beer the French call “un demi” And you, you belong to me Between one and three always two, the food we eat turns into poo And I, I belong to you And they say that all the roads might lead to Rome But for those who live in our home The roads go round and round Like the wheels of a bus through town That’s because there ain’t nowhere we’d rather go Than in each other’s arms, you know, Where we’re so tight, and let me be straight It feels so right and Rome can wait The rivers flow down to the ocean, injustice leads to revolution And you, you took my sorrow, made it elation Mix yellow, blue and you get green, make it past 12 and you’re a teen And I, I’m the lucky jester to my Queen And they say that all the roads might lead to Rome But for those who live in our home The roads go round and round Like the wheels of a bus through town That’s because there ain’t nowhere we’d rather go Than in each other’s arms, you know, Where we’re so tight, and let me be straight It feels so right and Rome can wait 15th of April, taxes due, 4th of July, Red, White and Blue Every single day of the year, our love is true MC square is energy, MC Hammer history You and me, it’s plain to see, were meant to be, like flowers and bees, Pods and peas, wine and cheese Ta dee da dee... You belong to me ... Ta dee da dee... I belong to youmore

A God of limited competence contemplates evolution. His minions speak for Him. Musically, a little Toto, a little ELO... -------------------------- Reviews: “Blasphemy! Sacrilege!” (Pope Francis) “Huh, not sure about this one” (The Taliban) “Classic Englebert-style chord progressions: a surprising dip into minors and 7th (or something more complicated) after an opening that seems to suggest something altogether more straightforward. Surprises keep coming: a hint of a pizzicato string section, a building up drive that accelerates and then pulls back. Yet, the more superficial listener can also simply stay with the Chicago-style piano and guitar and drums. A song to be experienced on two levels” (Mari Royla) “very imaginative/creative, great imagery and I like the way the story comes back around to the beginning with the change ... Great production.” (external reviewer) “I sure hope God has a sense of humor.” (Reverb Nation Crowd Review) ------------------------------------ Lyrics When the fishes, out of the seas Grew some legs and walked about And the monkeys down from their trees Took up yakking clear & loud When the stuff that he created By and large emancipated, liberated, God was not, God was not, God was not amused When the woman, lovingly carved From the rib of the old dude Got in her head that she might have rights Came up with an attitude When she said my body’s mine Independence is not a crime When from a rib she grew a spine, God was not, God was not amused And you know (we know) You know like I know (we know, we know) He might have been in over his head Big Bang What could go wrong now (we know)? He only meant to give himself a new planet And although the road we’re on now He paved with only the best of intentions Who hides (we know) in the details now Between planning and implementation? God is not the kind of guy Self-analyzing, mortified He shrugged & said “this mess ain’t mine I’ll make another pie in the sky” He might have added “I’m all alone, Ain’t got no clue what’s right from wrong, I make stuff up as I go along, I am not, I am not your mom” The crusaders, horses high Made up a story then made up their minds They said the Big Guy he wants it like, He wants it like it was Before you people made him such an ass And they chased the monkeys up their trees And the fishes back to sea They told the woman your body’s mine They found her guilty of a crime And then they tried to break her spine When the place went down the drain God’s creation a world of pain, When in his name they went to fight As if they knew what’s wrong from right He didn’t even care a bit Had it with humans, was done, he quit And all the worship he gave no shit God was not, God was not aroundmore