Kids & Songs

One of the greatest ways to bond with an infant or toddler is to sing to them.

My wife and I just started has relief houseparents which means our job is to watch the kids for a week while the regular houseparents get a break. But when we take care of babies, I imagine it can be hard on them when all of a sudden there is somebody else taking care of them. But singing really seems to break the ice especially for me because I think I must look pretty scary to the little ones.

Sometimes I just make up little songs like, other times I sing VBS songs. It really doesn’t matter. Kids are intrigued by the guitar and the weird looking man that starts signing to them.

This little song was inspired by a poopie diaper.

The Poopie Britches Song


You got poo poo in your britches

You got poo poo in your pants

It’s running down your legs

And it’s smelling really bad

I guess that I should change you

But I just ain’t had the chance

So I’ll just sing a song

And you can stand and dance.

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It Ain’t My Fault

It Ain’t My Fault by Brothers Osborne

My wife and I just heard this song for the first time and instantly thought of it as the perfect theme song for our cottage at the children’s home where we work. But then again, the song’s popularity testifies to the fact it is a very common tendency to anyone or anything for our own woes. In my world, for the last couple months there has been a lot of blaming going on. Yes I jumped on the bandwagon too.

I have a job that I am very passionate about. I have a great deal of compassion for children are, for one reason or another, estranged from the their families. They’ve had some tough blows in life. I have a similar background to many of the kids in our care, so there is a strong desire to want to help them succeed. I think all the adults who work here are equally passionate, but there are some very different perspectives and philosophies on how to handle misbehavior.

We all do our very best to be sympathetic and patient with such children realizing they are not always going to display the best type of behavior. Our aim is to build relationships which will be persuasive and influential on the children in our care. We shy away from heavy discipline recognizing that it may be perceived and humiliating and discouraging and other methods maybe more effective. The hope is that if we show children respect and love, they will respond in a positive way.

However, this has lead to some very unfortunate and mistaken assumptions.

  • If a child misbehaves, it is because a felt need is not being met. Though this is true not all felt needs are on the same level. It is one thing for a child to have a felt need and confidence he will have enough food; it is quite different to feel the need to knock somebody upside the head. Felt needs are the reason for every harmful crime that has ever been committed. It should not be taken as an excuse nor tolerated when it is harmful to the child or others.
  • If a child misbehaves, it is not the child that is at fault, but the adult that is caring for him/her. The older a child gets, the greater they become responsible for their actions. I agree if a two year old runs out into the street, there is a problem with supervision and the child is not accountable to know better. However, when a teenage girl gets angry at one of her peers and decides to take a pair of that girls jeans and slash holes in them; well that is a different story.

Every parent, sooner or later, faces that judgmental glare from others over actions taken to correct his/her child’s behavior. The fact is that not even a husband and wife can be completely unified in their response to a child’s behavior. The more people that get involved the greater potential there is for the child to triangulate the adults. This is where the blame game gets started. In a children’s home you have houseparents, case workers, assistant directors and directors all looking out for the children. When decisions start getting overturned conflict ensues.

That’s been my situation lately, but we all face the same problem in different ways. It’s always the other person’s fault for what is going wrong. Such situations are not likely to ever change until people are willing to accept their own responsibility. We can’t change others, nor can we count on others to do what we expect, but we each can do our own part. I can admit my own fault and aim to fix that part of the problem. That is the only way things can ever really get turned around.

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Measuring Character

   Cafe on the Corner by Sawyer Brown

I was thumbing through some old CD’s the other day and came across one that I could really relate to. I hadn’t listened to a Sawyer Brown CD in years, but one appealed to me and when I put it in the song, Cafe on the Corner started playing. This is a song that was written by Mac McAnally back in the early 1990’s and later recorded by Sawyer Brown. The song describes a middle aged man who lost his farm and was now working at a cafe on the corner just to survive.

At a cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain’t no fields to play
No reason to now
He’s just a little out of place

They say crime don’t pay
But neither does famin’ these days
And the coffee is cold
And he’s 50 years old
And he’s gotta learn to live some other way

These days success is defined by a large bank account and lots of big expensive possessions. We glorify the people who live in the big fancy places who have made their living off the backs of others.

There is a popular idea promoted by a great deal of television evangelist and big business tycoons that if you work hard enough you will be successfully wealthy. On the contrary, if things don’t go right, that’s taken of as a sign that you’re a lazy, stupid, good for nothing failure, and your situation is your fault.

It seems to me that we are looking at things all wrong. Every person who has managed to stand on the hill of success with celebrity status has only done so on the backs others. This is not to say that these people did not have anything to do with their success, many are very hard workers, but it is to say that they did not achieve their success by their efforts alone. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A SELF-MADE MAN.

It is not the financial success of a person that determines his character; it’s what he does with that financial success if he achieves it. Anyone who achieves wealth by and for selfish tendencies is not an admirable character. Therefore wealth is not a determinant of success. In many cases it’s quite the contrary.

On the other hand, many of the true heroes in life never make their way into the spotlight. I have very found memories of my grandfather on my mother’s side. He and his father built a business they called Foster’s Ornamental Iron Works. They made fences, railings, door, etc. It started in a garage and eventually moved into a nice sized shop.

The business never grew all that large, and by the 1980’s it was going bankrupt. Even in his aged condition I can remember my grandfather working long hours by himself when he could no longer afford employees. I will never forget the day when the auctioneers came and a large crowd gathered looking for great deals as each piece of equipment was sold off for much less than its worth. It broke my heart then, and it still breaks my heart now. I was only 17 at the time, but it made an indelible impression.

Was my grandfather a failure? At business, perhaps. But in life, he was a hero. I was only a child then, but I’ve heard so much of what my grandfather did with that business. My father used to talk of all the people he gave jobs to. Most took advantage of his trusting nature and ripped him off every chance they got. He had a secretary for many years that ripped him off incredible amounts of money. Yet it broke his heart when her deeds were discovered and he had to fire her.

Grandpa worked hard. As a little child, I used to go with him to hang up doors and so forth. One day, I asked him who his boss was, and he jokingly responded, “Everybody.” That statement in itself says so much about the man. I didn’t learn till I was much older that he owned the business. He didn’t act like an owner, he was a worker. I think he worked harder and longer than anyone there.

Yet my grandfather was also a family man. There was 6 children who are all still alive today and still a close family. Grandpa was not wealthy. But when he saw somebody in need, he would do what he could to help. Even if the person wasn’t worth helping. The old church building where he attended and taught Bible class was also adorned by the things he made and gave to the church.

Maybe my grandfather wasn’t all that good in business. We can debate on what he could have done or should have done to make the business better. But as a man, he was such much more than others.

There used to be a time when people respected hardworking people who served their whole life on the bottom of the economic ladder. We admired their sacrifices, their selflessness, their service, their kindness, and their loyalty. Now people seem to promote those who have money regardless of who they stabbed in the back to get it.

True character cannot be measured by wealth. The fact is true character will often sacrifice wealth for a higher calling. Those are the real heroes rather we ever know their names or not.


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Expressions of Depression

Sometimes I write things that I know nobody needs to read. But I need to write them just the same. They are expressions of my depression; they are the cries from the wilderness in which I often find myself; and they shouts from the abyss of my loneliness. As I write them, at times, I wonder if the words will be my last.

I don’t understand depression because it doesn’t make much sense. At times I feel surges of energy and the ability to succeed at whatever task is at hand. But there are also times when I feel worthless, hopeless, and very afraid. I’ve identified several triggers of my depression: lack of sleep, insecurity, hunger, stress, criticism, agitation, finances, and fear of the unseeable; but I can’t prevent such things.

I can also identify things that pull me through: sleep, exercise, sunlight, friends, writing, and playing music. But depression is scary. It’s like a black hole that takes over my mind and while I’m there, it feels like the misery will never end.

But it does. I eventually recover, I regain my strength, and life goes on. I can remember the feelings and thoughts of my depression, but I’m no longer in that state of mind nor can I really understand it. It’s kind of like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde.

I know writing this may freak people out, but I also know I’m not alone. There are many people like me. The skill is being able to control the depression to a usable level. When this is done we can see the beauty in the beast of depression. I think I feel things deeper than most. Therefore, I have a strong sense of compassion, a higher appreciation for beauty, music, and prose.  My curse is also my gift.

Therefore, I do not wish to hide my expressions of depression. Perhaps they have value for somebody somewhere somehow.

The last couple months have been hard for me. I’ve been depressed because my job has been in conflict and I’ve  been in fear of losing my livelihood. I wrote these two poems in the middle of the night at different times, but they express my battle.


(Written 10/1/2017)

You’ll never amount to anything, that’s what I was told
And I’m thinking they’re right, now that I’m old.
I’ve never been able to amount to much
Each thing I try, I only lose touch.

I’m in the great maze scampering around
But the cheese that I seek is nowhere to be found.
I find a few tidbits here and there,
But it’s just not enough and my cupboards are bare.

God if you’re listening, can you throw me a bone.
I’m feeling so worthless and so all alone.
I can’t find my way, and my purpose isn’t clear
I don’t wish to stay when I feel worthless down here.

As I walk through these valleys of my deepest despair
Are you really out there? Do you even care?
There’s people who love me, but I can’t figure out why.
I don’t want to hurt them,  I just want to die.

My mind is so cluttered with sadness and fear
I can’t get no rest, and my way is not clear.
How do I function when I’m filled with self-doubt?
I’m suffocating down here. I can’t find my way out.

I’m feeling so stupid, rejected, and worthless.
What am I good for? What is my purpose?
I’m tired, discouraged, and can’t pick myself up.
Oh God, please help me get out of this rut.


(Written 10/4/22017)

Goodbye cruel world I just can’t keep holding on.
I’ve fought the battle all these years, but now my strength is gone.
Maybe a few will miss me, but I suspect most won’t care
I’m just some fool who lived and died, and couldn’t make it anywhere.

I tried my best to keep holding on, but my demons would never relent.
They’d follow me wherever I’d go till all of my strength was spent.
Some will ask why I wanted to die; most won’t care at all.
I’m just a worthless failure who couldn’t endure it for very long.

I never could get it right no matter how much I tried.
Most of you didn’t want me around, why would you care if I die.
You never heard me while I was living. Maybe you will when I’m dead
But I’m just another fool who lost the the battle in my head.

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Good Riddance

The song Good Riddance by Green Day has never really appealed to me till today. In fact, I learned to play the song on guitar because I really liked the parody by Tim Hawkins, “Things You Don’t say to Wife.”  But today the song Good Riddance came to mind with special significance. Today I had to quit my job. For the last several month internal conflict at the Children’s Home in which I work has been unbearable. Sleepless nights, depression, anger, and incredible anxiety.

People think that it is the children that make working at such a home difficult. That couldn’t be further from the truth. It’s pretty hard to manage of home with several children of different backgrounds when the office staff and the houseparents become opposing forces.

As much as I loved the ministry to children and my houseparent friends, I had to say good bye before I was released on unfavorable conditions. I thought we were trying to talk things out, but it became clear that there was to be no compromising. Several of the children have not been discharged. Perhaps it’s in preparation for all the houseparents who would also either quit or be discharged. Some good friends were fired last week. Today, we quit. Tomorrow I’m waiting to see if our most experienced couple even returns from their time off, and I suspect another couple will be leaving not long after us.

It’s so sad because these are all good people. We just see things differently. With such conditions that have now been going on for years, I thought the administration would be willing to consider that something is really off. But nope. The definition of insanity: keep doing the same thing expecting different results.

So I’m at another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. I’m terrified. The future is uncertain, but it certainly isn’t looking all that good. Decisions had to be made which really were not mine to make and I’m disappointed that things couldn’t be worked out.  But now the title of the song finally makes sense. Good Riddance is the title, but the words are found nowhere in the song. Turning points like this one are usually not our own choices. Life happens as time goes by and it truly does seem to grab you by the wrist and directs you where to go. But we can make the best of the circumstances by learning the lessons we gain along the way. Friends are gained and memories are made but life constantly changes. The changes are unpredictable and they are not all beneficial, but they are still part of the journey.

So it’s off with the old and on with the new. Some things just can’t be worked through. I feel I have honestly given my best and I have come to a dead end and there is no doubt in my mind, it is time to move on. The conflict has been bitter and relentless. I have been very confused about what to do. I’m sick of running from problems. It’s harder to work through problems, but I was committed to doing so. However, after a discussion with the director and assistant director it became obvious to all that we need to move on.

After the decision was “made my boss looked at me and said, “Ken, you look relieved.” I said, “I am.” With that a huge burden was lifted and there was one less thing to decide. So it’s good bye and good riddance. I love the people, even those I disagreed with. I will miss this place and I will cherish most of the memories. But it is on to the next chapter.


Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don’t ask why
It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right
I hope you had the time of your life

So take the photographs, and still-frames in your mind
Hang them on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoo’s of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it’s worth, it was worth all the while

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right
I hope you had the time of your life


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I Can See Clearly Now

The Song “I Can See Clearly Now” was written by Johnny Nash and released in 1972, but it remains one of my all time favorites. Click Here for Video

Today is a beautiful day. The sun is out, a nice breeze is blowing, and the temperature is comfortable. It’s peaceful. It’s at moments like this that this particular song naturally comes to my mind.

Emotionally speaking, I have come out of a rough patch. Work has been stressful with kids acting up, and staff bickering as to why. It hasn’t been pleasant. In fact, I was feeling at the end of my rope. I’ve changed jobs a lot in my life and I don’t want to change again, but I was at a point where I figured I really wasn’t going to have much choice.

I don’t know that all the problems have been solved, but they are being worked on and I am feeling a bit better. Fall is here and I really love the beginning of Fall. The leaves become colorful, the temperatures are cooler, and the bugs are not nearly as bad. More than anything my mood is better. It is truly like the lyrics of the song: “I can see clearly now, the rain is gone.” For a while I couldn’t see clearly. All I could see were the problems I was facing. The problems are not all gone, but my perception is much better.

I struggle with negative thoughts (Dark Clouds), and that really brings me down. I can’t always see the beauty that surrounds me, but given time the dark thoughts give way. I don’t know if Johnny Nash was prone to longer periods of depression, but from the lyrics of the song, I think he did. Because once in a while all the dark thoughts just seem to disappear like dark clouds. The sun comes out and there is such a feeling of peace, joy, and contentment, that it leaves us thinking, “What in the world was I so down about before”?

The song has such a powerful message of hope. Troubled times come, but they also go; and when they do, life is beautiful once again.


I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day.

I think I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared
Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)

Sun-Shiny day.

Look all around, there’s nothin’ but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothin’ but blue skies
I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way

Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way

Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day.
I think I can make it now, the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared

Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Sun-Shiny day.
Look all around, there’s nothin’ but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothin’ but blue skies

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)

Sun-Shiny day.

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Aunt Edna

This little song was inspired by a girl who was like a daughter to me. She had to leave the children’s home while I was gone on vacation and I can only hope that some day I will get to see her again. The song is hardly finished, but this is what I have now and as a Good Bye I thought I would post it, 

My Aunt Edna is a sweet ole gal 
Who lives out in the hills

She has a toothless grin and a double chin

And worn out moonshine still. 
She lives in a one room cabin

With a falling down picket fence

She can’t walk but she likes to talk

She just doesn’t make any sense.  
She’d say “Oh Mylanta”

“My placenta must have burst

My liver must have quit working

Because my eyeballs sure hurt.” 
Or “It’s hotter out here

Than a three legged snake

And I’m madder than 

a Christmas hen.” 

Then She’d squeal and laugh

Like a pig on crack

And start it all over again. 

Oh Aunt Edna, Aunt Edna

I haven’t seen you in a while

But when I do I can count on you

To always make me smile
I can always find you here

Though I know you’re not all there

You always manage to make me laugh

While you sit in that wheelchair. 
People may think you’re crazy

And maybe you’ve always been

But you’re not just some relative

You’re also my best friend.
Verse 2: 

Some say she was senile  

Some say it’s all the drugs

It may have been the moonshine 

Or it might be all those bugs. 
But Aunt Edna always made me laugh

Whenever I’d come around

The things she’d say and crazy ways

Would have me rollin on the ground. 


“We got possum grits in the ice box

And frog eyes on the stove.”

“If ya want to eat it’s hard to beat

Those bar-b-q horsey toes.”
She’s say, “Oh fudgenoggins!!!” 

“I must have burnt the water

It’s crustier than a horse’s tongue 

Or it may be my dishwasher.” 
Aunt Edna may have lost her mind

Or her screws just came loose

But the things she’d say would make my day

And I really love that ole goof. 
Yeah Aunt Edna was a sweet ole gal

Who lived up in the hills

With her hair in a bun she sure was fun

And every visit was a thrill. 

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For those of us who struggle with depression life is a lot like a roller coaster ride. We have our highs where we feel on top of the world quickly followed by drastic falls, twist, and turns that scare us to death and turn our lives upside down. But roller coaster ride never last long;  life sometimes last much longer than we’d like. Personally, there’s been many times where I just want off the ride. I’m tired of being scared. I’m sick of the feeling that comes when life is crashing down. Some love it. They even thrive on it and conquer it. Not me. 

Anyway, I’ve been feeling like that lately. Out of nowhere a song came to my mind that I haven’t heard in years. The song is called Moments.  It was released and performed by Emerson Drive back in 2006. Wikipedia describes the song this way. 

“Moments” is a ballad in which the narrator, a young man, plots to die by suicide by jumping off a bridge. While on the bridge, he notices an older, homeless man, to whom he gives money, figuring that he “wouldn’t need it anyway”. Upon receiving the money, the homeless man tells of his past, saying that he “hasn’t always been this way”, and that he has had his “Moments, days in the sun / Moments [he] was second to none”. Upon hearing the story, the young man then ponders his own life, wondering if anyone will miss him, should he decide to take his own life. He remembers his own “Moments, days in the sun.” The young man then walks away from the bridge, imagining the older man telling his friends about his moments, including “that cool night on the East Street bridge / When a young man almost ended it / I was right there, wasn’t scared a bit / And I helped to pull him through”.

While in the depths of depression feeling overwhelmed by the voices of inadequacies, this song is a ray of sunshine in the midst of the abyss of depression. I think we’ve all had them: little moments where we’ve shined through and made a difference. For those with depression, such moments are brief and quickly over shadowed by the darker voices in our head, but it may be these little moments that can pull us through our valleys of despair. 

So today I want to reflect on my little moments. 

When I look at the people around me, I really don’t feel like I have anything to brag about. Others have more and have done more than I have, but when I consider what I came from, I can find a few accomplishments to hang onto. 

I was a troubled child by anyone’s standards. I was born while my father was in prison, parents divorce when I was about 3 years old, and I had a turbulent upbringing. By the time I graduated high school I had transferred schools 21 times. I had lived on the streets, I had been to jail, detention centers, and plethora of other state run facilities.   So my first accomplishment was just that: I graduated high school.  

It may not sound like much, but considering how far I was behind all the other students, I don’t think anyone expected me to graduate. The best anyone thought I would do was get my GED, and that was almost the route I took. To get caught up, I had to take classes at night and I barely passed with a GPA of 1.56, but I did graduate. I also graduated boot camp in the Army and went on to join the Marine Corps after High School. 

It was in the Marines that I had my second moment of accomplishment: I got sober. I’m not sure when all the drugs and drinking started, but I know it was elementary school because I remember getting caught drinking on school grounds. By the time I was in high school I was using drugs intravenously. The government footed the bill for the most intensive recovery program the military had to offer. It was about 6 weeks of hospitalization followed by other counseling and equipping. I have not drank, smoked cigarettes, or used drugs sense. That was over 30 years ago. 

Before leaving the Marines, I had become a Christian and was on my way to college. I will always be grateful for colleges that take chances on admitting people like me. On paper I certainly wouldn’t have looked at all promising. My high school transcripts were laughable, I couldn’t pass the ACT or SAT, and I even did miserable on the test that the college required of all who failed the ACT. I remember scoring in the 4 percentile on the reading and writing test. I could read and write–barely. It took me four and a half years to get a four year degree, but I graduated. Not only did I graduate, but I graduated Summa Cum Laude. I had gone four years in a row with straight A’s. 

Another moment of accomplishment has to be finding a good woman to be my wife. We both remember the day when my mother asked my fiancée “Are you sure you want to do this (referring to marrying me), he gets very depressed.” Perhaps this is a bigger accomplishment on her part, but she has stuck with me. She’s had to endure not only my depression, but also that which gets passed down to the children. It’s been twenty-seven years. We may be as different as night and day, but I believe she is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. If it were not for her and my mother, I don’t think I would still be going. 

My education is in ministry. That’s what I felt called to do since I was in the Marines, and I poured myself into it.  But after over a decade of attempts I have to admit my own defeat. I’ve been fired twice and other times I left before getting fired. No real fault; they just wanted somebody else.  But even a failed preacher has some moments of success. I have to wonder if God doesn’t send out little messengers during those moments when we are at our lowest just to give us a glimmer of hope to keep gowing. 

I worked for one church several years before exepectedly being ask to leave. I was devastated. After the congregation was notified, I went home. I was called by someone I had been studying with at previous congregation. He was a new Christian back then and trying to overcome his addiction to prescription drugs. We studied the Bible together, but we also talked about beating addiction. I’ve done the same for several people over the years with little success. When things fell through at that congregation I moved on.  I had not spoken to the young man in years, and when he called I hardly remembered his name.  But he had traveled several hundred miles to see me that day. He was now off the drugs, married,  enjoying a new job and a new life. He had no idea I was being fired. He just wanted to come over and personally thank me for my encouragement and influence. 

A few years later, at another low point I was called by a young woman who had looked me up to ask if I would officiate at her wedding. I remember the girl very well from the three years I had served as her youth minister. We had spent a lot of time together. I remember first going to her house to encourage her and her sister to attend church. I left that church as she was getting ready to go to college. We had not spoken much over the years but she was very certain who she wanted to do her wedding. I had no idea that she considered me so influential. 

Most recently I was given a Father’s Day card by the girls in the children’s home I work for. It was a little homemade card that one of the girls made and it was signed by everyone with typical sentiments. But one girl added her own note which really made my day special. Working at a children’s home can be difficult and frustrating. I think everyone who has worked with these children starts with the best of intentions, but things rarely live up to our expectations. Quite often the children do not understand our intentions and end up forming resentments towards us instead of the positive feelings we hope for. No matter how hard we try to display kindness and compassion there are always times that demand firmness. I think all of us wonder what kind of impact we are having. Well, this note was a major source of encouragement for me. 

I am sure there are many other moments I will feel embarrassed for not including. But these are just a few that come to mind. I think we all have them. It’s just nice to think about them as a reminder while traveling through the valleys. 

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Crusty Tea

I seem to be getting a reputation for writing funny (or stupid) little songs. So now I actually have people coming up to me saying, “Hey Ken you should write a song about . . .”  Recently one of my co-workers at the children’s home was preparing for a cookout for our kids and a large group of guests. Evidently, whoever was supposed to clean up after the last cookout forgot to clean inside the cooler we use for the Tea and when they opened that cooler there was Tea inside that had been in there so long that it had actually become crusty. 

I’m not all that sure what caused my co-worker to think of me nor why he thought there was need of a song about crusty tea, but he did. When he saw me later he told me I should write a song about crusty tea. At first I just dismissed the idea. I mean I really don’t choose what songs I write, they just sort of choose me. What would I sing about crusty tea anyway? But the seed was planted and I’ll be darned if I didn’t start singing a little melody about crusty tea. Well, that was the inspiriation for this stupid little song. I could only think of one verse at first, but eventually a second came along too. I have not taken the time to come up with an intro or a bridge, just the beginnings of a song.  So here are the lyrics and a little video to give you an idea of how the song has gone inside my head. 

If the song seems popular enough, I will probably try to make a better video and a more complete song. But for now this will have to do. Click on Crusty Tea to see video. As always, if you get a good laugh, I hope you’ll share it, like it, but don’t criticize it. 

Crusty Tea

I was sweating like a pig eating pork chops

One July afternoon

I knew I was bout to shrivel up an die

If I didn’t get a drink real soon. 
Then I saw me an igloo cooler

Iced tea is what it said

But when I got a drink

Man it sure did stink

Tasted like somethings dead

Crusty tea, crusty tea

Was all that’s left for me

Made want to shout and spit it out my mouth

It tasted like Guerrilla pee
Crusty tea, crusty tea

That’s what’s wrong with me

You drink that stuff, you will throw up 

It’ll drive you down to your knees
Crusty tea crusty tea

Man it’s so darn nasty

Nothing taste worst to me

Than drinking that crusty tea. 
Verse 2

So I put the cooler back

Called my best friend Jack

Here’s a drink to try

But when he chugged it down 

And barfed all over the ground

I thought he was gonna die
Chorus repeats.  

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Girls and the Eyebrow Song

To be honest, I’ve never really understood the whole makeup thing.  As a guy I am attracted to girls, but I am not at all attracted makeup.  It’s definately one of those things where less is more. A little does help in appearance, but if I’m noticing a girl’s makeup, that’s not a good thing. 

Now I find myself in a household of teenage girls who  spend a lot of time, effort, and money trying to look as attractive as possible. The most surprising thing about this process to me is the incredible amount of attention these girls place on their eyebrows. I never gave them much thought myself, but they do. Never once have a heard a guy say, “man that girl sure had some great eyebrows.” So I have always thought it is a bit peculiar how much attention girls place on eyebrows. One morning I decided I would right a song about eyebrows. I still need a female who is willing to sing it, but here is the song. 

The Eyebrow Song–click to see video

(Verse 1)

I woke up this mornin with a pounding in my head

My hair was such a mess like I just rose from the dead. 

But as I looked into the mirror I was sure glad to see

At least my eyebrows looked good to me. 

I color em, I brush em

I trim em, and I pluck em

I do everything Cosmo says I should

It don’t matter what I wear

Or the color of my hair

Just as long, as my eyebrows are lookin good. 

(Verse 2)

Now I don’t always eat right and I probably should lose some weight.

People are getting on my nerves and my attitude’s not great.

But that’s okay just as long as my priorities are straight

What really matters in me is that my eyebrows are lookin great. 

(Verse 3)

Now there are lots of girls out there who just don’t understand

What a woman needs to emphasize if she hopes to get a man

You don’t need no fancy negliges or clothes that fit real tight

All that really matters is that you eyebrows are lookin right. 

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