I was so naive.
I really did think they could put two and two together. So much promise in the Spring. I thought a run in July would right the ship.
I believed.
I'll still believe though the outlook is highly unlikely, at least for this season. 31 games left. 58 - 69 (.457) 13.5 games back. They won today against the White Sox.
I love the Red Sox, even through this.
*****
...There are lyrics in here somewhere
out there.
(last updated 8.28.15)
Summer flood Bessie (dearest)
or Bessie (dearest) don't quit on me now
His team first place in the West
lounge in lux ice cream in the club suite
looking below at the boys of Summer
Australia pictured kicking it with sabbatical yours
lust a few feet away
I'll be coy though I'm writing to impress the master
God please put my name in your saga
Martin threw a wench* in the clockworks
a malfunctioned mouse
on a mission to secure the right to command
Sending good vibes to RHCP
quintessential song plays in the foreground
last song of the encore, silver in the desert
your aura strikes down my ability to think clearly
pre-witching hour, missing pieces intertwined
Don't overthink it models in the matrix
spot the sturgeon moon as the drums bang away
escape with me
The opening riff of something so pure and beautiful
creative forces bubble the cauldron
Getting away with it, Flea's bees**
this fantasy got real, a Cinderella stands
tears roll for the dearly departed
main man maestro sired triplets
H and B were right about everything
Requests made sinking teeth into the release
hear the song for hours
he solos and brings the house down
bite my lip to mouth your intentions
if only you knew, fast forward to the parts where you show up
When the world is mad, desired centered
begin your monarchy with me
this name on a sticker has a few more good years
dating prequel remembers recalls
plumerias and a nonchalant stance
Struggling with a surfboard rack on a low rider
blue dress back faced towards you, then I hardly wore anything
swaying, writing in a yellow polka dots notebook
with unlined pages
stolen coffee, guaranteed kisses, shotgun wedding, eyes wide open
when you know, you know
jump the broom (over the moon) into a bubble vortex
home is where you are and the only place where I want to be
and he told me to just cry, cry, cry
and he told me to just be, be, be
and I believed for the first time
What more can I say about the Sydney Opera House?
we had a good time, spin of the roulette wheel
bad boy smiles, time of my life
Stan Lee September
Trager doctor or not, party with Professor Longhair
I don't want Mr. Tusk south of the border
zen force field, abundance candles
less hexs, more prayers
more love, less pain
microscope seared the truth away
Light up the sky with search lights to guide you here to me
the beacon that whispers, "follow it"
never allowing the cliffs to meet you
Honeymoon postcards
holding hands
Though I don't think you marry the musician
I'll still change my last name
Respectable suitors line up for Captain Lee
he gives his nod of approval
fair winds and calm seas
Unbeknownst if this is a good thing or not
plunge and see terribly shocking
don't want to analyze just want to be
do without the Rory pro con list
Stars Hollow forever and always
But he makes me happy
without a care in the world
now there are five of us to cherish and hold
quick take a picture before it vanishes
I'll always chose you
you make it so the possibility less frightening stronger vicinity
couldn't have asked for a better love
for a better life
talent lasts forever be mine
wild bangs and eighties mischief
City names a blur
may he be the Godfather?
Oklahoma before offspring's arrival
while it snows in Paris, area codes in musical stanzas
follow along on this tightrope, only to look up
* yes, wench
** tied up and twisted the way I want to be...oops, wrong band
