List of Songs
watch out for the board
i think i know how to love you like i love myself, but how, how will you feel the days that i don't love myself. i can't be perfect even if i try, and i don't like that speck in your eye so i'll act like i don't mean what i just said. when i look in the mirror at my own eye i see i've got much more than a sty, so you'd better duck whenever i turn my head. you think you know how to love me like you love yourself, but i won't expect too much, because i can't get it right myself. none of us have clear eyes. we've all got boards of different size. every time we turn around we knock each other down. some of us look nice and clean. some of us look dirty and mean, but we've all got boards sticking out of our faces, causing lots of painful embraces. so where, oh where, can we find love. . . only by looking up above.
16
on poetry night we all come out. there is so much to talk about. we can share laughter and tears, ideas and feelings with our peers. no one hears what we're really reading. clever words can hide the bleeding. will you hear me if i scream? what is the answer to 16? poetry night fits the routine of a pretty cool life for one who's 16. i'm 16 and haven't a dream. i've got a life but what does it mean? poems and friends and the coffee i'm drinking all help to keep me from thinking. jesus is the answer to 16.
have a nice day
i wanna see you with a happy face. oh! the warmth that comes from your smile. there's a joy i find when you grin. i love the twinkle in your eyes, but its been awhile. what's round and yellow with two eyes and mouth and the ends turned up on top of, "have a nice day?" it seems recently you've been forgetting, but i remember when you looked that way. there's a lonely cross and a puddle of blood and garden tombstone rolled away, and a man with holes in his hands and his feet and his side so you can have a nice day. what can i do to make you smile? should i wear funny clothes that are out of style? would you even laugh if i told you a joke or if i tickled you can i buy you a coke? should i make my face look funny? would you give me a smile if i paid you money? would you smile if i said please? would you smile if i said, "say cheese?" what can i do, oh what can i do? i wanna see you with a happy face. oh yeah!
fun
i thought i'd be happy to see you. i guess it's been too long. you and i have grown so different, but we act like nothing's wrong. i ask you, "how's it going?" i know you will say, "fine," and update me on the current situation and ask me about mine. long time and a lot of land between us. is this how it should be? i'll send you a card at christmas, an update on the family. long time and a lot of land between us. is this all it could be? you can send me a card at christmas, an update on the family. you are making me uncomfortable. i wish you'd go away before i blurt out something stupid that i don't want to say. jesus christ has changed my life and now i'm not the same. i'll send you a card at christmas explaining why he came. there's so much that i want to say. you'd probably laugh and walk away. i don't want to swing and sway. i've found fun in a different way. i found a fun that will last for ever. i found the one the will last forever.
probably
my life is grand. it always works out better than i've planned, 'cause i've got jesus, and he always hooks me up. i wanna live forever. don't even want my life to end. there's something new every day, and i've got a faithful friend, and thats not all. 'cause one day. . . i'm gonna die (probably). and then i'll live eternally, and i'll be flying, super-skying. woohoo! sometimes life gets tough. fighting against the devil can get rough, and i get dirty, and i get to take a bath. oh, but if i keep fighting, with conga dave i'll do backflips down the street when jesus comes back, and we can relax like world champs ('97 marlins), but one day. . .maybe i'll be shot in the dark, sitting on the throne or eaten by a shark, yeeowww! maybe i'll go out in a fire or parachute into an electrical wire. maybe i'll be abducted by wahmo. that would be the worst way to go. my life one day will come to an end, and i'll be flying, super-skying, with most of my friends, but one day. . .
point
if i wore a pointed hat would you stare at me, sitting in the shade under a pumpkin tree (there is actually no such thing as a pumpkin tree), or would you look up to see that the pumpkins were falling to crush my hat and send me sprawling? would you look up? would you get the point or would you sit there and watch me point? don't just sit there. don't watch me point. if i walked around in circles with my arms stretched high and my index finger raised to the sky would you look up to see that the sky was falling down or would you look at my finger and me go round and round? if i got up on a stage with a flashy electric guitar and sang about jesus would you still think i'm the star, or would you realize that it's more than just a pointy hat? why don't you take a look at what i'm pointing at? (at this point i point to god) if you just sit there then what's the point?