Warning Sign
Hung out at the Barnes and Noble at the Hilltop Plaza in Richmond while I was waiting for a class that I was going to teach at Downer Elementary. I had just done a couple of presentations at Richmond High. Man, that school is ghet-toe. I'm trying to muster up a bunch of kids to clean up Wildcat Creek in San Pablo on October 16.
Back to B&N, I saw John Stewart's book, "The History of the United States according to the people from the Daily Show", and after thumbing through it, I had to buy it. They made it look like an actual school textbook, complete with a hardcover and that stamp in the inside front cover that has the spaces for student's names and the boxes "received in good condition". Funny as hell.
Then I got to thumbing through Coldplay's book, Look at the Stars. One of my favorite songs is Warning Sign, but in my "listen to sexiness CD player", Jo put it down as Warning. It's very melodic. Apparently, Chris Martin wrote it for a girl, and hates playing and performing that song. I guess it brings up bad memories. Well, he's got Gwyneth to kick around now, so I guess he's got no worries. And she's much more endowed not that she had Apple (their newborn). Life's good for Chris.
Warning Sign
A warning sign
I missed the good part, then I realised
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so
A warning sign
It came back to haunt me, and I realised
That you were an island and I passed you by
And you were an island to discover
Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so
And I'm tired, I should not have let you go
Oooooooo
So I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms
And I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms.
Back to B&N, I saw John Stewart's book, "The History of the United States according to the people from the Daily Show", and after thumbing through it, I had to buy it. They made it look like an actual school textbook, complete with a hardcover and that stamp in the inside front cover that has the spaces for student's names and the boxes "received in good condition". Funny as hell.
Then I got to thumbing through Coldplay's book, Look at the Stars. One of my favorite songs is Warning Sign, but in my "listen to sexiness CD player", Jo put it down as Warning. It's very melodic. Apparently, Chris Martin wrote it for a girl, and hates playing and performing that song. I guess it brings up bad memories. Well, he's got Gwyneth to kick around now, so I guess he's got no worries. And she's much more endowed not that she had Apple (their newborn). Life's good for Chris.
Warning Sign
A warning sign
I missed the good part, then I realised
I started looking and the bubble burst
I started looking for excuses
Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so
A warning sign
It came back to haunt me, and I realised
That you were an island and I passed you by
And you were an island to discover
Come on in
I've gotta tell you what a state I'm in
I've gotta tell you in my loudest tones
That I started looking for a warning sign
When the truth is, I miss you
Yeah the truth is, that I miss you so
And I'm tired, I should not have let you go
Oooooooo
So I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms
And I crawl back into your open arms
Yes I crawl back into your open arms.
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