This is what's been going on...

I haven't been sleeping lately and I've been listening to a lot of Paul Simon, LOTS of Paul Simon. As a product of my sleep deprivation I've decided to post a Paul blog. Wouldn't it be funny if Paul Simon's blog was titled Simon Says? HAH, I love that. Cheesy, yes, but it doesn't take much to get me to smile. Anyway, I decided to share my current favorite Simon song. I also have to point out that I am in awe of his musical ability. He commands so much attention and hes so tiny! This song is well written and the beginning sounds so hopeful. It's amazing how he keeps that whole band on track. I think he's wonderful...I'm going to research what he's doing these days. Anyone who can cut a rug with Chevy Chase is fine with me!

The Mississippi Delta was shining like a national guitar. I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the civil war. I'm going to Graceland, Graceland, in Memphis Tennessee, I'm going to Graceland.

Poorboys and pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland. My traveling companion is 9 years old he's the child of my first marriage, and I have reason to believe we will both be recieved in Graceland.

She comes back to tell me she's gone. As if I didn't know that, as if I didn't know my own bed. As if I'd never noticed the way she brushed her hair from her forehead. And she said,

"losing love is like a window in your heart,
everybody sees you're blown apart, everybody sees the wind blow." I'm going to Graceland, Memphis Tennessee, I'm going to Graceland. Poorboys and Pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland.

And my traveling companions are ghosts and empty sockets. I'm looking at ghosts and empties, but I've reason to believe we all will be received in Graceland.

There is a girl in New York City, who calls herself the human trampoline, and sometimes when I'm falling flying or tumbling in turmoil I say, "Whoa so this is what she means."
She means we're bouncing into Graceland.

And I see losing love is like a window in your heart, everybody sees you're blown apart, everybody feels the wind blow in Graceland, Graceland. I'm going to Graceland, for reasons I cannot explain. There's some part of me wants to see Graceland and I may be obliged to defend every love every ending, or maybe there's no obligations now. Maybe I've a reason to believe
we all will be received in Graceland

Woah in graceland Graceland Graceland
I'm going to Graceland