
Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine.
Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets; art deserves that, for it and knowledge can raise man to the Divine.
Me: <singing> I wake up in the morning and raise my weary head
Riley: <Grin!!!! Jump!!!!>
Me: <singing> Had an old coat for a pillow and the earth was last night’s bed
<Guitar strum>
Me: ?
Riley: I always wanted to play for Snoopy and Woodstock’s All Pet Revue
<Tag wail, guitar strum>
Me: <singing> I don’t know where I”m goin’, only God knows where I’ve been…
Ah Friday. That day when we all stand up with one voice and cry out: whew, bout time.
You will all forgive me, I hope, for posting what I am posting. This is a very singular song; it is very catchy; it is one of the worst songs I’ve ever listened to. My co-workers have begun to hate Friday because of this song.
Enjoy.