Friday, August 29, 2014

The last days of summer at nine



Oh, but how I miss being twenty
Gasoline less than a dollar
Job galore, yes, jobs a plenty
Even if I lived in squalor

But there were easy remedies
And little that was not allowed
And there were so few enemies
And things were not as they are now

But come on down, I'll tell the truth
More songs from my misspent youth.

Friday, August 8, 2014

We're fine at nine



I hope you have good luck, eight-eight!
The tune tonight that I curate
Are from a rather special date
Back when we were defending Kuwait
And a low unemployment rate
Which we would like to recreate
But can't! And that infuriates
Those forced to leave their grand estates
And not like problems will abate
But instead they just lay in wait
But that's a story I'll relate
A little later.

Friday, August 1, 2014

Flashback at nine



I was on vacation
I hung out with old friends
I tidied up the house a bit
And tied up some loose ends
I got some projects finished
As one is wont to do
And now, tonight, I'm going to play
Some 90s tunes for you.