I spent two months raking leaves off the lawn, now I have to rake things off the top of the house? What's next, raking the trees?
The artist in me is saying, "Go indoors,warm up by the wood stove to warm the body and conjure up a creative project to warm the soul, and put on some good music, like the Bee Gees."
An artist needs time and space!
The wife next to me is saying, "You need space? Go outdoors and do something about that snow that's forming icicles that are hanging off the roof! And that'll take some time, too! When you're done you can think about playing with your paints and listen to your Bee Gees!"
They're my Bee Gees. No one else in the house listens to them, unless I'm playing them and then they're forced to. The tunes stay with you...at times, I don't always remember the lyrics, but the energy of the music is good and gets one moving...Jive Talkin' is good roof raking music. I have to figure out how to hook up an outdoor speaker! Just like the best of "Stayin' Alive" is now the recommended beat for CPR, Jive Talkin' could be the next snow removal tool!
Of course, I had to make up some of my own lyrics..so as you listen to the guys belt out this tune, you can follow along with my verse below!
Wife Talkin'
It's just my wife talkin'. She's making me work, yeah.
Wife talkin', should wear a disguise.
Wife talkin', she don't understand, yeah.
Wive talkin', work before fun.
Oh, my wife, you'll never know
Just what rakes do to me.
Oh, my wife, make me do so much;
It's gonna take away my energy.
With all your wife talkin', you're making me work, yeah.
Glaring sun gets in my eyes.
Nobody believes what I say.
It's just your wife talkin' that stops all my play!
(Bridge)
Oh, my wife, you're so good at finding work to do.
There you go with your fancy lists,
Leavin' me lookin' like an overworked fool.
With all your wife talkin', you're making me work, yeah.
Wife talkin', should wear a disguise.
Wife talkin', she don't understand, yeah.
Wife talkin', work before fun.
You know now, work talkin' is all very fine, yeah.
Wife talkin' just isn't a crime.
And if there's somebody you'll love till you die,
Then all that wife talkin' just tears up your eye.
More to come on that...
Meanwhile, back at the snowed in farm. I was allowed back in the house, but was too beat to do anything creative. You probably can see by the photos here that there are no sidewalks to shovel, just a 300 foot driveway! And, the weather forecaster is saying, "More snow this week," so I'll be sure to come up with some more lyrics (as long as you don't tell my wife I'm writing these things)!
