John Reuben 010802 Lyrics

010802 Lyrics

January eighth, two thousand and two
Dear Diary, I write this in
hopes
that the universe will finally recieve me with open arms.
Oh
opposition, how long will you continue?
Opposition, how many tears must you
draw?
But know this, not every tear that has graced my cheek has been
a
tear of confrontation, but some have been tears of joy.
So on this eighth
day of the new year, 3:41 central time,
I stand confident, Oh my God of
great goodness,
is it possible just maybe, that i can write half-way
intelligent
lyrics and make music that people might possibly like?
Is
that possible?
Is it possible that what I do is what I want to actually
do,
and not the result of selling out? heh

Oh hi little bluebird, you
wonderful creation of Joy
You're beautiful. Sing to me , you sing to me blue
bird,
you sing beautiful. Now i'll sing to you...
Reuben, what am I
dippity doin?