it's a shame there arent more hours in the day to paint all of the things that are fit to be painted. i guess that's why so many people chose photography. well, you've got to start somewhere, so i've been cramming what i can cram into my already chockfull days, hoping that i can do a decent job with everything. motherdaughterxwifeloverartistbusinesswomanvolunteerfriend. there's a lot to keep straight right now and find ing a balance doesn't come easily.
and, because time is limited, and i'd like these entries to be more art and lyrics than writing, today's injection of greatness:
Working the village shopPutting a poster upDreaming of anythingDreaming of the time when you are free from all the trouble you're inIn the mud, on your kneesTrying hard not to pleaseAnyone, all the timeBeing a rebel's fineBut you go all the way to being brutalYou will have a boy tonightYou will have a boy tonightOn the first bus out of townOn the first bus out of townLet's see your kit for gamesAll the girls look the sameYou are challenging style for running milesYou're running miles in some boys jumperBoo to the business world!You know a girl who's tax free on her back and makingPlenty cashWhile you are working for the joy of givingYou will have a boy tonightYou will have a boy tonightOn the first bus out of townOn the first bus out of townYou will have a boy tonightOr maybe you will have a girl tonightAnd you hope that she will seeAnd you hope that she will seeYou are in two mindsTossing a coin to decide whether you should tell your folksAbout a dose of thrush you got while you were licking railingsBut you read in a bookThat you got free in BootsThere are lotions, there are potionsYou can take to hide your shame from all those prying eyesLazy Jane, all the timePainting linesYou are sleeping at bus stopsWondering how you got your nameAnd what you're going to do about itYou will have a boy tonightYou will have a boy tonightAnd you hope that she will seeAnd you hope that she will see
