songs in AtD

[bandwraith at aol.com]

In the background of the text, perhaps from a perspective I don't
deserve, I keep hearing this old ditty:

Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that’s the style.
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pack_Up_Your_Troubles_in_Your_Old_Kit-Bag

But somehow, in between naps and drooling on my shirt, which
the nice smelling aide wipes away- not to mention my diapers- I
keep confusing it with:


No use crying, talkin to a stranger
Naming the sorrow you've seen
Too many sad times, too many bad times
Nobody knows what you mean

  But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows
  And give them all to me
  You would loose them, I know how to use them
  Give them all to me

No use rambling, walking in the shadows
Trailing a wandering star
No one beside you, no one to hide you
And nobody knows who you are

No use gambling, running in the darkness
Looking for a spirit that's free
Too many long times, too many wrong times
And nobody knows what you see

No use roaming, lying by the roadside
Seeking a satisfied mind
Too many highways, too many byways
And nobody's walking behind

http://sniff.numachi.com/pages/tiPACUPSOR;ttPACUPSOR.html

It was back in the time when we all=2
0lookin' out for those folks
Dick Cheney told us to look out for- called them "anarchists." They
used to dress in all black and throw bombs...