That's life, that's what all the people say.
You're riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June.
I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.
That's life
I tell ya, I can't deny it,
I thought of quitting baby,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it.
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try,
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself laying flat on my face,
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life
That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My
You're riding high in April,
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune,
When I'm back on top, back on top in June.
I said that's life, and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks,
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down,
'Cause this fine ol' world it keeps spinning around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself, flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race.
That's life
I tell ya, I can't deny it,
I thought of quitting baby,
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it.
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try,
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate,
A poet, a pawn and a king.
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing:
Each time I find myself laying flat on my face,
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life
That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out
But my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come this here july
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, My
3 comments:
"All out of love" would have been good as well - but this one was just as apt.
;-)
To quote the wise man:
"It's not the notion of death and destruction, it's the not-knowing when the axe will fall that makes the wait so terrible. You know it is coming. You just don't know when or how ..."
For those of you who might be curious about this, the story:
Our friend, Bobbe the Kid, has been suffering from a major back ailment. As far as anybody with the sense of turnip is concerned, he needs surgery. But the medical insurance system is, on its best day, arcane and more complicated than a handmade Swiss watch. Even doctors can't navigate it without lawyers in tow.
That is, no surgery until the more conservative options have been exhausted: Rest, heat, OTC NSAIDs, PT, voodoo, faith healing, swinging a dead cat in the graveyard at midnight, etc.
As you might imagine, being unable to move without excruciating pain is not the most pleasant ways to spend one's days. Depressing.
Bobbe's friends -- of whom he has many -- decided to try and cheer him up a bit. So they -- by which I mean "we" -- all chipped in a few bucks and sent him a singing telegram.
It was not my idea. And I won't rat out the guy whose idea it was.
So, a guy in a Grim Reaper costume showed up at Bobbe's and who, after insulting him, sang "That's Life."
I was hoping for something from one of the gone-and-unlamentedly so 80's bands, Like Air Supply, Toto, or Kansas, but the old Sinatra standard was close enough.
There's a vid. I have a copy.
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