Passion: without it, you're just a lugie on the sidewalk of life.

One thing that used to infuriate me about my father was that he'd get a really good argument going and smile through the whole thing. The more pissed off I got, the more he smiled. I mentioned how expasperated I'd get to my mom and said "He doesn't take it seriously." "No," she replied, "He's enjoying it." Point taken: what was messed up was that I was too serious, NOT that he wasn't. It wasn't that he didn't care about things, but he didn't think anger made anything better. Sometimes I could do with remembering that.

There's rational discussion, and then there's point-scoring. I tend to notice the latter very quickly these days, no matter who's doing it.

I wrote:

Chorus:

Shut up and sing
Music's the thing
It's the reason we're here
And our time is not long
So please shut up and give us a song

I heard some folks talking about their professions
Do you go to your meetings and burst out in song?
Perhaps you can just quickly jot down some lyrics
About the accountant who once done you wrong!

There's more, but I may do this tomorrow as I found a way to make it sea-song compatable.