David Beckham
Sunday, May 25th, 2008From 70 yards away.
Ridiculous
From 70 yards away.
Ridiculous
Good friends of my good friend.
They’ll be all over the world (conquering it) this summer.
Great song, great lyrics.
Strain living with a name they get the best of me
But I’m no walker away
No complaint I got much to gain they so they keep testing me
And I keep feeding their face
They could go off and hit the road and what would I care
(Well) I ain’t going nowhere
I got the reigns and courage I was made of
And they’ve got fake love
So I know I must show it’s my show
I must go with my soul
Not my hand where I stand
It’s my role, it’s my soul
Pearls and necklaces and girls and all the pretty things
I ain’t seeking to have
It’s safe to say if I don’t get this out of me I might quite easily
End up dead or just mad
Cross my t’s and try to dot my i’s
But that’s just blinding me and I ain’t living that way
I roll my sleeves to make a better man of me or I might easily
Just give up on this show
It’s my show
I must go with my soul
Not my hand where I stand
It’s my role, it’s my show

More evidence that high gas prices are bad for everyone, especially the oil companies
pa rum pum pum pum!
Realistically folks, this will be the last blog post for the class.
Needless to say, it has been an incredible adventure, and I thank you for taking it with me.
Grace and peace…
See you in the morning.
