"FOOL ME ONCE, SHAME ON YOU. FOOL ME TWICE, SHAME ON ME."
♪ ♫ I hit my knees and thank the Lord for this life of mine
♪ ♫ I see you leaning, you're bound to fall; I don't want to be that mistake. I'm just a dreamer and nothing more; You should know it before it gets too late. ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ I'm just here to love you, girl, and it's your world and I'm just passin' through ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ The urge to run, the restlessness; the heart of stone I sometimes get. The things I've done for foolish pride; the me that's never satisfied ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ I make you laugh and tell you things
You start thinking this is more than what it really is
You're beginning to dream and maybe someday
You could be the angel that could make me change
But all I see is a storm that you'll get lost in
Cause if it feels this good when we're just talkin'
You should be walking away, walking away ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ She said you're a ramblin' man, you ain't ever gonna change; You got a gypsy soul to blame, and you were born for leavin' ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ Well I can't give you everything you want, but I could give you what you thought you need ♪ ♫
♪ ♫ Oh the last goodbye's the hardest one to say. This is where the cowboy rides away. ♪ ♫
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with every day
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away ♪ ♫
Squan: They last for too short a time, Chirks. Then I have to pull out the hedge trimmer and ruin my mulch work. But it's a labor of love, memories of my father's passion for his azaleas. You can see that I like to mix the red and yellow-leafed shrubs in for color when the blooms drop.
Squan: Thursday, 5/13
a, Clear water
b, Low tide, calm seas - 100' of shallow water until it drops off, but too cold to wade
c. A few shells along the way
Squan: All of the azaleas are from my father. Some were bears to transplant.
When room becomes available, I do my own thing, preferably something that doesn't drop its leaves in the winter; otherwise, red or golden-leafed to break up the green.; and different textures and heights of green to layer in.
Squan: ZERO GRAVITY
♪ ♫ ...oh, twice as much ain't twice as good, and can't sustain like one half could. It's wanting more that's going to send me to my knees... ♪ ♫
Squan: Get it together, Paulie. You're at the end of your rope this time. Don't throw it all away. LIsten up. Do you really want to be "there?"
Squan: ♪ ♫
Hark now, hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic