So Beautiful or So What

I'm gonna make a chicken gumbo Toss some sausage in the pot I'm gonna flavor it with okra Cayenne pepper to make it hot You know life is what we make of it So beautiful or so what I'm gonna tell my kids a bedtime story A play without a plot Will it h

I've been workin' on my rewrite, that's right I'm gonna change the ending Gonna throw away my title And toss it in the trash Every minute after midnight All the time I'm spending Is just for workin' on my rewrite, that's right And I'm gonna turn it i

from early in november to the last week of december i got money matters weighing me down oh the music may be merry, but it's only temporary i know santa claus is coming to town in the days i work my day job, in the nights i work my night but it all c

The Afterlife After I died, and the make up had dried, I went back to my place. No moon that night, but a heavenly light shone on my face. Still I thought it was odd, there was no sign of God just to usher me in. Then a voice from above, sugar coated

God and his only son Paid a courtesy call on Earth one Sunday morning Orange blossoms opened their fragrant lips Songbirds sang from the tips of cottonwoods Old folks wept For his love in these hard times 'Well, we gotta get going,' Said the the rest

Truth or lie, the silence is revealing An empty sky, a hidden mound of stone But the CAT scan's eye sees what the heart's concealing Now-a-days, when everything is known Maybe love's an accident, or destiny is true But you and I were born beneath a s