We're Gonna Do It Right This Time

1.
Yeah, he was a loser
You thought your love would overwhelm him
So you stayed there in confusion
And you stayed for the kids

Now the skeptics in the clover
Say, "Can you really start over?
Can you shake it with the wild ones,
Or have you lost your fizz?"

2.
The old game, it's over
The jig is on up
Sometimes it takes
More than time to heal

So send all those pills back
On that doctor deal
Mr. Spock,
You'd better drop those shields

(chorus)
A rainbow surprised my clouds today
This time it's right and I'm feeling fine
If we start from our spot,
Head up the county line,
Then we're gonna do it right this time

(whistle verse, sing chorus)

3.
Some people say
You should love 'em, then you move 'em
But they never set a groove in,
And they're never satisfied

But for me there's got to be
That there's a lady that's right for me
That one who'd show affection
This I cannot hide

(mod chorus)
An angel broke up my clouds today
This time it's right and I'm feeling fine
Yeah, I'll swing on down to the city, that's fine
Then we're gonna do it...

(chorus)
A rainbow surprised my clouds today
This time it's right and I'm feeling fine
If we start from our spot
Head up the county line
Then we're gonna do it,
We're gonna do it,
We're gonna do it
Right this time

lyric and song © 2008, Sol Ta Triane

Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring

The yuletide parents primp and procure
All to see the magic once lost
Reappearing in the eyes of their little ones

Hey, you there, shy of Kringle's magic bag
Where you can pull out whatever you need?
The sack brims endless joys and toys
Where you may make the most feared of choices, fulfillment

Endlessly batted like a kitten's plaything
Wanting to step out of the helplessness,
Procure the compass which points to goodness long dismissed
Grasp something quick from that barn-born kid of yours
Lose trust in your alliance, let intuition be your science

Be touched today
Trade the stink of doubt
For an unborn and dynamic spontaneousness,
Thus is born source and the joy of man's desiring

Who knew the lion and the lamb were destined to be buds?
An impossibility for Bill is but certainty for Edith,
Individually, they choose their fate on the fat man's lap
Go now to a small child if you want this to be clear,
Santa's bag holds endless gifts.