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1.26.2007

You've Got a Friend by Carol King 

When you're down and troubled
And you need some loving care
And nothing, nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend

If the sky above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow
Keep your head together
And call my name out loud
Soon you'll hear me knocking at your door

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there

Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend
When people can be so cold
They'll hurt you, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
Oh, but don't you let them

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend

1.09.2007

Summersong by Jeff Eubank 

The sidewalk simmers, burning like musk in the air,
Weeds stick their heads out of cracks in the square,
The fair sounds echo with fun as its theme,
And windows fan themselves as children scream.

Everything is just the same as it seems,
Everything’s the same in summer in a summer dream.

The streetside windows open, music rolls out,
The prophet on the corner takes another bow,
The hydrant’s on so prepare for a drought.

The summer blooms with sonic booms and thunder’s tune,
While fireflies become the lightning of June.

The fading sunset whispers red,
From the glass building above my head,
Trees so high they assault the sky to be fed.

The summer blooms with sonic booms and thunder’s tune,
While fireflies become the lightning of June.

The Earthian summer’s like salt in the sea,
An endless supply, so a little for me.

My clothes are wet now and they stick to my skin,
I guess I’ll just go leave myself to a friend,
A summerwind…

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