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About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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Road to the Cup
Inside, outside, he shoots, he scores,
The city wonders if this may be,
This is not a game, this is war.
It’s a win we’re fighting for,
And for once we’ll make history,
Inside, outside, he shoots, he scores.
It’s not the ‘Hawks but ‘Nucks that soar,
We beat the champions clear and free,
This is not a game, this is war.
Now on to Nashville, goals galore?
With Rinne in net, won’t be easy,
Inside, outside, he shoots, he scores.
First game, we owned the Predators,
Their round two jitters we can see,
This is not a game, this is war.
C’mon Canucks, let’s do it once more,
Solve Pekka Rinne, that’s the key!
Inside, outside, he shoots, he scores,
This is not a game, this is war.
Reflection
In the reflection I see
with eyes opened wide,
I will have to disagree.
Could that have been me?
So scared to even hide,
in the reflection I see.
Did I want to stay free?
As I stormed and cried.
I will have to disagree.
Who and what was I to be?
With anger on my side,
In the reflection I see,
Pruning the family tree
Was death dignified?
I will have to disagree.
Like a deep blue sea,
deep down inside
in the reflection I see,
I will have to disagree.
Reflection (Revised)
In the reflection that I see
with eyes opened wide,
I would have to disagree.
Could that have been me
so scared to even hide
in the reflection that I see?
Did I want to stay free?
As I stormed and cried
I would have to disagree.
Who and what was I to be,
with anger on my side,
in the reflection that I see?
Pruning the family tree,
was death dignified?
I would have to disagree.
Like the deep blue sea,
deep down inside,
In the reflection that I see,
I would have to disagree.
Two Sides
My life has two sides.
Each side drags me apart,
when I look at my life.
I wake up at night,
with my sleepless heart.
My life has two sides.
I lose myself under the light
to see others ready to start,
when I look at my life.
Often I am willing to deny
that I am not smart.
My life has two sides.
I try to aim high, I’ve tried,
but always get a falling heart.
My life has two sides,
when I look at my life.
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