You Play The Part !

You never know, what you'll do, until the time comes, it was said. You'll only come to go so far, it was said. You'll come to sing, and not even care to win.

One will go one-way as sad. One will go another as happy. You'll just stand there and keep singing for the whole. Vince Gill it, and then add some of Dolly, and of you ! Don't paw in and scratch each other off, much too soon !

There's something there, and I don't understand it enough yet as to judge it. It's some kind of beyond alien type look of singing chemistry off-set, or who knows what. Vince Gill knew. Do you know it enough to even loose, and feel like a winner anyway ?

Some you can tell have it right off ! What is it with you of they or is it, just you of you ? Bounce the ball, when you sing ! Take us off of one burner. Give us something special that we can't give to ourselves, as best fit alone in love !

Smile with spark, of what we can't come to place right away. You have the prophetic singing touch. Out of touch, will come to love you either way, win or loose naturally. Your calm and aren't just there, for one reason. They will use experience to bring this best out of you, if you don't know you already have it !

Don't get ahead of yourself, and break apart wrong. Give me a break, and it's art in the air, and straight down to the floor ! How far are you willing to go ? As far as Elvis, who knew, "Man can't live of hip alone or pelvis, at that best".

Normal has won to many times ! Odd of Judges best in love, must even come to argue. Then age bounces early for all best at times. You sing like your 50 and look 15, and I don't know if that will help you win or not alone best.

Can you skip your voice and make it sound 50, 80, with heart-felt whistle best when called upon ?
The variations of heart may not call for this touch of many ages of tone best, at times. What hurts you best, will help you sing-out as well. Rock singers sound painfully good at times, to help us come to bare our own pain best in love. Elvis was rock ! Elvis was gospel of not hard rock Hell !

You look at the lights beyond the gamble best. You go beyond, the call. You are making your own way best in more than lime of light, once so called best alone ! You sing as you walk down on foot of step. Your flushing yourself out in love early beyond the stage, so called best. You give them what, they don't think they need best.

Your doing best, what they don't understand, without scratching their so called mark. So many marks they've been said to have made best, and now your going about it, like you never thought you would. Your faith is growing beyond the clap of rock and rolls best of days.

Your beyond their win that they gave you, and secretly making progress with no ringing in your ears. Sounds good, and sounds good again for a calm change best. You've been there, and are going back again and again. Your moving backwards best, to move forward later better. Your odd with backwards, like Elvis somewhat in your own way ! The lights attract you different and all the sounds of love stand out as so called lonely, but you know better than that !

Lonely loves best. Don't you want to be lovingly lonely, among the lonely of bird or sounds, least some would say cricket ? To hear these sounds of the city beyond jack of pots best. To make more of them beyond those once so called good of days, and painful ears of many natures. Those ringing cherries almost killed you, in a world of ways.

Something is still left for you, even with empty pockets, maybe best perhaps now. Talent comes forth from those of empty pockets. The wood picker, bounces the beak with natural loving courage, beyond the next pull best of the big wheels best.

Who can make a bird best, and then again best before the future comes but love itself ? The bird more alive dead, in your picture best. You make lonely and even dead healthy in love ! Love comes alive, beyond dead !

The tail without the wag. The clone without the love. The power drags my feet. The hour is old. The clock is shaking from it's power, with no short to help it, in sight. What have I done with love best ?

The pipes rattle, but are made of real gold. Once a plummer who took the so called gamble best. The toilet is left for me, to think on, to make more ideas than pipes of gold best, so I don't come to take it back, or have something more to show.

I let it ride down the toilet best, that I turned into a gaming machine. With each flush of the handle, colored spinning rolls of toilet papers best, let me win more than money. What do you win ? I win and win again like never before, as the sounds of lonely sing with each spin, and play their part mixed naturally to form more than flowers of colored toilet tissue once best.

Soberly I add a different tune of nature to much left alone by man of now. The cricket sounds great lonely of solo nature best. Speed up the crickets more than many voices, beyond the mouth alone. Flapping soul gold pipe clinging music best !

Build you a legal cure ! Follow your dreams beyond the average medicine cabinet so called once best on the bad side of lonely. Make what can't talk sing ! Make what flushes, send you away with more than good manners !

Water-falls, have something to hide, in love as well. Go beyond human means, and forget who taught you for a spell, and learn from that which is without heart, falls or not ! Rocks hide thy bait, that goes beyond golds best of even pipes days perhaps.

Organ your organs up with new energy. Play the roles of the models, of love before man came to make the swear. Go back in time to see the more than there really was, or the taken for granted even then. One star equals a miracle. One tree equals a miracle. To many taken for granted equals the spoil.

Scratch me off beyond the lotto ticket in love best. Leave me even to lonely. Excuses of once times past, to much the same. Need to be alone, so I don't have to see, to much the same so called love of just you !

Give me back the money, and give them a song. Don't want you to give me only money. Hundreds of songs will feed the sheep, through one so called slave. Why have so much unknown in you, never to be seen ? Why ask of only money, to make your offerings in love hide ?

Hasn't money been given enough time to ? When will you let it die, to bring out those songs, and lead you from the spoil ? When will you give, in a world of ways, without money alone, and become as real men ?

The child squirms beyond the worm, and cries out for your sleeping songs of live soul. The sparks of love cry out as well, and are derived from not one energy source, to make of the more of you of they or not ! Hundreds of sources, to begin the spark, and make the love able to bless beyond it's graces !

If all who depended on donation as appearing as mainly money, would offer themselves and their talents best over-all, "Then they wouldn't come to scratch the mark of love, so often". What have you to give, is all over ! You help hold the bigger than big key to the city of love.

Your loving nature once fit with proper resources beyond money, will make you want to give first best beyond words alone, at times. All the means beyond the cave of men, are still here, and more in many areas. Why haven't you made a wheel beyond high gas prices best ? You have, but you don't even know it !

I have two now, and the tools of plastic have been known to give me a better work-out putting on these airless tires of wheels. They will donate beyond low fuel prices. We don't need their help, like you might think ?

Heavy-set people, "Go To Wall-Mart", and despite what you may think about them. They donated over twenty eight million to Catrina victims, and when they hire the handicap, "They keep them, one of eye or hole of pants or not" ! Ride on your miracle, ride on both of them, if you please. They are there for you, beyond the pumps once so called best alone ! No fumes, of toxic nature. Clean blood of stream. Wheels are cleaners ! Gas is all over in forms like wings best. Love is beyond gas all over. Why bother with only money alone donation wise, or gas alone ? Invent your own add-ons, and even advertise, "Riding airless", like the wind ! Free at any age to experience easy without the spoiled rotten best.

They sell these tires of wheels best of days, beyond cave-mens once so called first best. You'll glide out gas prices like a loving strong breeze. You'll ease along without no daddy. You can be a hundred pounds over-weight and glide like a young son of a gun !

Put them on and you can ride for a year everyday, without flats. The gas companies I hope want us to bless ourselves as they may well be doing. We can bless ourselves without the greed maybe. Gas companies know that fuel may not be needed soon of their nature, so maybe they are somewhat looking to be greedy. Love wants us in shape though, and love will allow high gas prices by grace, so as to help us ride a airless tire, and find out about the many blessings in life beyond the high gas prices!

Inventions will come forth better with high gas prices, as brains will become naturally balanced of higher spirit's creative chemistry exercise wise loving airless economically value wise. You will be tuned-up with better balance, and donate beyond money, when your feeling better. Why do adults go around so in-fumed ? What are they trying to hide ? What is this love ? Smelling good can be part of love, and smelling bad can be the better part of love. Hard work comes to stink best above gasoline fumes. Stick with your bike, "Shorty" and learn to soak up life best.

We come in smelling worse than a hard days work to begin with. We don't notice how bad we come to smell and the Doctor may complain to himself and God some, but we don't even have ears to hear. Smell of a baby in loves success, can help you forget about high gas prices.