For one thing, I will miss the rain.
I remember when I first moved to the Northwest.
- We had a neighbor
- Who got up at 8.
- He drank a beer.
- Walked to the end of the driveway.
- And blew shit up.
- Than at nine. (Could have been 830)
- He drank a beer.
- Walked to the end of the driveway.
- And blew shit up.
- REPEAT UNTIL MIDNIGHT
Nothing good comes from fireworks. Yeah yeah yeah , great orgasmic explosions in the sky.
You have to love the clandenstine stands that sprout up this time of year.
To sell fire works. One has to sneak over to the Couv to Buy them.
So a certain percentage of the population can blow off a finger.
And they scare the Dogs bigtime.
And people blow their hands off.
And stop on the Marcum bridge to see them.
So a certain percentage of the population can blow off a finger.
I 'll give you the finger. and Linger.
One can probably conclude that I am not a big fan of patriotism.
Not liking fireworks does not mean I am not patriotic.
But being over patriotic is pathetic.
But fourth of July is fun, I still like people who like fireworks.
Even those with six fingers om two hands
I even like hot dogs. Love them , but I don't eat them.
Heres are some great lyrics from a little Canadian band.
(Canada Day was July ist)
Love these lyrics -Tragically Hip Fireworks
If there's a goal that everyone remembers it was back in ol' 72
We all squeezed the stick and we all pulled the trigger
And all I remember was sitting beside you
You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey
And I never saw someone say that before
You held my hand and we walked home the long way
You were loosening my grip on Bobby Orr
Fireworks exploding in the distance
Temporary towers soar
Fireworks emulating heaven
Til there are no stars anymore
Fireworks aiming straight at heaven
Temporary towers soar
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