I really need a Tahitian hangover vacation.
I need a glass in my hand, the sand in my feet
and the wind in my hair.
I don't care how, I don't care when
Just get me there.
MB Disco.
Hmmm, I wonder how that intention will surface into a song...
Meanwhile, Time to write more playbook songs. I had my students turn their lunch duty blues into songs. Some funny stuff came out, including one of my own about sitting in spilt milk.
Try it -- for whatever in life ails ya', there's some healin lyrics and a song to be written that will turn your grimace into giggles.
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