The other day I was listening to old sound files on my iBook, old sound files that are part of a brilliant album recorded by this great artist. His nickname is Boy because when you are born in a family with only sisters, that is just what you are.
Before my brother was a medical student, husband, and almost-father, he wrote several songs and recorded them on my computer. I thought I would share a bit of his creative genius (and yes, he knows) for a change of pace.
He wrote this after his mission-a conversation between missionaries and an old drunk in the park.
An old man throwing peace signs through the park
We stop to talk and floods of memories start
If you feel lonely, Mister, we want to know
He can't remember a time when things weren't hard
Maybe you could be the reason we came this far
Cause if you can change then, Mister, we want to know
I could use a drink or two
And a little time to sort things through
Something to remind me who we are
Maybe later find a place
Where I can worry about your Father's grace
If or not we'll make it to the stars
But if you can find me here again then, Brothers
You know me far too well
And if you can find me here again then, Brothers
I can use some help
And you can listen to it! (If you want to know how to upload an audiofile, look here.) The picture is the view off my parents porch at sunset. See, Kansas is much prettier than boring.
Yes, just realized my nice visual disappears before the song ends. So much for perfection.