Seven Stories High

Halloween 2009

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 04:31:00 +0000

late afternoon dance party

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 05:58:00 +0000

I couldn't resist posting another clip from Ella's flip. She has placed the camera on the ground for a typical Ella/Wade dance party. Looks like they are ready for a night out at gay man fantasy island bar! Notice how Thomas kicks the camera at the end...Classic...

playa del rey triathalon oct 2009

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 04:29:00 +0000

Ella has become quite the videographer... here is her reel from Sunday's triathalon..

tale of the girl and the rock-n-roll witch

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 18:23:00 +0000

This is Ella and her best bud Polly Jane from preschool days. They are writing a script for a film entitled The Tale of the Girl and the Rock-N-Roll Witch. This photograph is meant to be the film's cover picture. It is the story of a witch who steals babies and turns them into bad guys with her rock-n-roll jams. I can't wait for the premier. I think Ella will follow her dreams of being the next female Jack Black.

happy birthday dad

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Sat, 25 Jul 2009 20:26:00 +0000

My dad is 81 years old today. He is the man from snowy river...so handsome in his cowboy hat and scruffy beard. Along with being a bit of a cowboy he was also a world traveler and a teacher. He has always had a love for people, their culture and beliefs. Sometimes he would take us with him on his travels and we would stay for a while. I will always thank him for taking me to China when I was 15 years old to live for a year. In China, his students, friends and colleagues loved him. Everyone always wanted to hear what Ray had to say and I was always so proud to be his daughter. Because of the love he has for people they are naturally drawn to him. His enthusiasm for life, his knowledge, his wit, his adventurous spirit, his example, his unconditional love. While in China, dad read me this saying from the philosopher Confucius. It was meant to inspire me to right a talk for church. At the time I was a mopey teenager that just wanted to write the talk and get if over with. In fact, I think mom and dad wrote most of it...yikes. Now as an adult, I always remember the quote and associate it with my dad and our experience in China. He loved its simplicity and always tried to live by it.

If there be righteousness in the heart,
there will be beauty in the character.
If there be beauty in the character,
there will be harmony in the home.
If there be harmony in the home,
there will be order in the nation.
If there be order in the nation,
there will be peace in the world.

Happy Birthday Dad I love you!

trying to keep it cool.

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 18:24:00 +0000

It's sweaty pits time and the heat is leaving me with the groggy grumps. Here is how we are coping so far...
I had my bangs cut. Ella decided she wanted her bangs cut too. She took the craft scissors and disappeared into her bedroom and gave herself some mini-bangs. Aren't they so rock and roll?
Tiger, being a cat and covered in fur spends hours in the bathroom sink. Poor lil dude. The cats are shedding like crazy and their fur is also all over the house. Wade loves this.Yesterday around 3 o'clock the heat was at its peak and we had had it with our hot apartment. Wade says... come and pick me up and let's go to the beach. So we did. Spontaneity always works like a charm for me. It was just what we all needed. Wade did his run on the beach. Thomas and I played tag in the water and climbed rocks. We saw a fisherman catch a shovel fish and let it go. We ended the night with a giant cheeseburger from Barney's in Brentwood. Ahhhhh. Summer.

Thomas turns 4

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Mon, 20 Jul 2009 18:27:00 +0000

Wade made sangrias and slow roasted beef tacos. Kathryn made a pot o' pinto's with spanish rice. All from scratch and all delicious.

Party peoples

Thomas insisted that I make him the american flag cake from Ina Garten's cookbook. He was mad at me for replacing the raspberries with strawberries.

Wham-o slip n slide is always a hit

Wade chillin with his bev in the pool in our weed garden.

Thomas spent much of the afternoon on his birthday stool waiting to open his presents.

rocket balloon launch!

Amy and Yoni now live in Cali and like to party with us.

Burlap baggies sewn with love for the pinata.

Pop rocks were the item of choice.

birthday boys always get grumpy.

Happy Birthday Thomas! We love you!

cry baby cry

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 07:08:00 +0000

Ella and I found these video clips in our archives the other day and we can't stop watching them and laughing at our little Thomas. As I look back, I have many a movie clip of newborn Thomas crying. I loved that sound. Okay...maybe not at 4 in the morn when your double d- jugs are hard and filled with milk but still... I do remember wanting to hear it. That little dude needed me. He was belting his little baby lungs out, fraught with frustration, completely dependent on me for survival. Now it's beginning to sound like I'm baby hungry...well, I'm not. I think as a mom I will just always long for the newborn phase. I loved it. The End.

my country tis of thee!

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 16:06:00 +0000

view from the Trumfio house in Silverlake

red, white and blue love

punk rock americore!

Our patriotic hostess Ronna

Thomas is showing his pride with a hot dog in one hand and a melon in the other

aniko and maia so totally love this sweet land of liberty!

Oh my... illegal fireworks!

there ain't no doubt I love this land!

plants are cool and so are our healthy bowels

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Fri, 03 Jul 2009 15:24:00 +0000

I have been going through another flare up with my colitis and the last couple months before the kids got out for summer have been rough. This includes leaving the house in the morn racked with anxiety scoping out all the possible public restrooms along my route. 711 has one. Rite Aid has one, but you have to ask for the key. Starbucks I can always count on not only having a bathroom, but also that they are conveniently located on every corner block in LA. Sometimes I would make it to that bathroom and sometimes I wouldn't and as everyone can attest sh**ing yourself in public is the most horrifying thing on earth. Oh my troubled and vile bowel! Thomas was always my right hand man and would speedily jump out of the car when I needed him too. He would also say things like..."Mom, I'll wait outside." and "Mom, I won't look." My sweet boy. I hope I haven't scarred him forever with the bathroom adventures of kathkarol.

I finally had my colonoscopy 10 days ago and the doc put me on heavy duty steroids to reduce the inflammation. I am also taking a colitis med that he wants me to take indefinitely to keep it all in remission. Other than the steroids making me feel like my eyes are popping out of my head and I'm on 10 cups of coffee I feel a world of difference... I'm drinking more water and taking my vitamins. Summer is here and it feels fabulous. Nothing is happening...my bowels aren't a creeking ship anymore and I missed all the summer sign ups for everything. We stay home and have a good old fashioned summer. Late dinners with corn on the cob. Water play every day. Sleeping in. Barefeet....no set schedule, no summer camps, just popsicle drippings and whiny kids. We have our own compost bin in the backyard and our front porch is turning into our little herb and vegetable garden and it is bringing me much solace. Yes, yes, I'm drawing up a cheesy metaphor for the the beauty and the perils of a growing plant and the beauty of our healing bodies... but ain't in the truth? All this green makes me feel alive.

bloggity blog it

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 16:04:00 +0000

Since leaving my battery charger in the outlet at our last hotel I realize this blog is soley inspired by photographs. I am not too inspired to write unless there is an image to write about or look upon. Over the last month or so I have slowly let my camera battery die along with the desire to blog.

Resolution...

Step 1... go to best buy and give more money to the man for a new charger that they probably don't make anymore.
Step 2...take awe-inspiring pictures of my lil' ones and blog about it.

But then blogging can be obnoxious. Its narcissism in true form....hey look at me look at my beautiful reflection in the pond and while I'm at it here's my awesome stenciling tutorial for your recycled tote bag! But...I have to say I do miss it. I like making my life look more perfect and glorious than it really is. I like picking and choosing only those photographs that we look good in. I like pretending I work as an art director for Martha Stewart as I stage my hand knitted items. I like that it opens my mind up to really big words and writing that I haven't done since college. Most of all, I like having a record of my days as my kids are small.

Okay, that being said I am going to attempt to blog again, to keep a record in this cyberworld... for my posterity , for the world, for Michael Jackson, for me. Of course for me, me, me cuz that's what it's all about right? But then if blogging begins to get in the way of life then I will stop and just twitter... or visit the quilted bear and just start scrapbooking it instead. This is my prayer amen.

we love to dress up our cats in doll clothes.

Neighborhood Nursery Quilt

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Mon, 11 May 2009 18:55:00 +0000

This little beauty above has been a labor of love. Here it is and it is finished and am quite happy with the end results. Raffle tickets are still available and it will be raffled off this Sat May 16th at our largest fundraiser of the year, the Spring Fair! Tickets are priced as follows:
5 for $5
12 for $10
25 for $20
40 for $30.
70 for $50
150 for $100
If interested in purchasing tickets just let me know...it's not too late! To read more about the history of the quilt at Thomas school go here.

spring break @ the Ace

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 16:40:00 +0000

After spending the first few days of spring break cleaning up kid messes we decided to pack it up and head to Palm Springs. Palm Springs is just an hour and a half away and was considered the "playground for the stars" as early as the 1920's and on into the 60's with the likes of Clark Gable, Marilyn Monroe and Lucille Ball. The desert was a place to get away from the city. In the 80's and 90's it turned to sleaze and became the spring break destination for college kids to go crazy. That is until Mayor Sunny Bono banned thong bikinis and cruising downtown... Now 20 years later Palm Springs is trying to make a comeback. It's going back to its golden days and trying to avoid the sleaze. There are hip, mid century modern hotels being renovated and they are catering to a certain demographic. That said...I think that demographic is us. I have to say I am a walking advertisement for the Ace Hotel. We had such a great time that whilst swimming in the pool we made a family pact with hands outstretched one on top of the other that we would come every year.

This cute lil hotel has only been open a few months but it is basically a Motel 6 with class. The rooms are affordable but also stylish. You can tell the money they spent was spent where it matters. Every thing was so well thought out in design and function that it just made me breath a big sigh of relief that someone is actually doing it right. They are up on the zero waste policy with glass everywhere instead of plastic. If they did give out cups they were compostable. The restaurant was also green with cloth napkins and no paper sugar packets. The restaurant, that was once a Denny's was converted into the King's Highway and the food was organic, local and delicious. At night, there were fire places with lit fires outside the rooms and during the day townie bikes were readily available for a ride around town at no cost. The pool is open 24 hrs and they have the short bus where you can order rum punch (just what Mary Poppins prefers), sno-cones made with real fruit and anything from the King's highway poolside. I told you I can't stop talking about this place. We lived like kings for a day and most importantly it is completely kid friendly. My only qualm is that the day we were leaving we were descended on by well dressed, tan, fit men. I was wondering why so many good looking dudes had started appearing all at once and then we found out it was the weekend of the white party. Beautiful Judy Garland loving gay men everywhere...okay, some were not so beautiful but anyhow... we had a fabulous getaway and hope that the Ace remains the best kept secret in Palm Springs. (Not likely)

I am totally sew thankful...

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Tue, 17 Mar 2009 06:40:00 +0000

for yo yo and pom pom maker's!

I am also happy that..

wade and I started doing pilates with Ana Caban again at night after the kids go to bed.

my sister is coming to visit in May and we will get massages.

ella and thomas are broadening their food palate. They now eat salted seaweed snacks, hummus and oatmeal on a regular basis. Not necessarily together or in that order but separately.

I bought some new spring make up today.

the quilt is almost done being hand quilted and I can finally start on the binding.

the yeah yeah yeah's have a new album...even though I haven't heard it and I will probably just wait for wade to get it before I do hear it...but it's nice to know it's out there.

thomas and maddox are best buddies that have regular pajama parties.

I have facebook to reconnect with my friends from Beijing. I had lost them for years, but now thanks to this little diddy called facebook I can know their ins and outs and when they are watching jon and kate plus 8.

yesterday I took ella out of school early for a doctor's appointment. After the appointment she insisted I take her back to school. I replied with a "why?"(excuse me if I was taken a back but I mean really, who ever wanted to go back to school after their mom picked them up early? I know I didn't.) And her response to my lame why was ...Mom, it's because I just love it."...................From this I sighed a deep satisfying sigh....my kid likes school...it sure warms a mother's heart.

most of all i am sew thankful that tiger and ella can share underwear!

playgroup is for mommies and babies

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 06:08:00 +0000

Sheila and Yoko

Thomas and I have been in a play group for over 2 years now. Each week we would meet with our mommy and baby friends. Now our babies are little pre-schoolers going to school together. I have realized over this baby bonding mommy time that I have made some of the greatest friends since moving to LA.

Sheila. She tells me what to make for dinner and how to make it. We have similar taste in many things. She is intuitive. I value her advice. She is honest. She tells me how it is. She has a rebellious nature. She has hipster hair without even trying. She has stacks of polaroid pictures all around her house. She has great lips. We talk of kermudgin's, kim chi and doll making. She teaches me how to take care of myself .

Aniko. She is always a step or two or three ahead of me and can finish my sentences for me. She doesn't like the mold that grows on gourds at the pumpkin patch. She is loyal. She doesn't seem afraid to try anything. She looks like my sister Annie. She loves her kids something fierce. She rustles papers during meetings to keep busy. I love her orange curtains that she made in the girl's room. She helps my brain function.

Claire. She is always humming or singing a song behind her breath. She always fixes me something wonderful to eat on a beautiful plate. She is witty. She has fits of laughter. She loves navy blue. She has a crinkle in her forehead and looks off to the side when she is thinking of what she is going to say next. She listens. She's smart and some times she uses big words that I don't understand. She has framed photographs of family covering the walls in her bathroom.

Ronna. She cares about people. She has a house with a view. She is a Chicago gal. She introduces me to new music. She lets me borrow tablecloths. She has a great sense of style. She has beautiful skin. We both have admitted and diagnosed ourselves with a learning disability. She has a great laugh.

China. I love that she moves slowly and with precision. We laugh at the same things. She has wisdom beyond her years and there are no false pretenses. I love that she left the green velvet wallpaper in her bedroom. I trust her. I could tell her anything. She isn't afraid to announce that one of her favorite hobbies is to drink beer. I think I could hang out in a room with her doing nothing for days and not get sick of her.

red hot!

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 05:26:00 +0000

a house in beachwood canyon

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 22:28:00 +0000

I haven't felt like blogging much lately. I have things going on in my head but I don't feel like forming them into words to write down. January has never been my favorite month. Life is busy and I feel like I don't have time to finish anything I start. Something else always starts or needs to get done and I have difficulty prioritizing. It all just doesn't seem to slow down. I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things with writing because I like to keep track of what we are doing but for now I am going to wait until I feel inspired.

The other day I was inspired for awhile. I was driving in my car thinking of living here in LA and how it has become home to me. I thought of this picture in my iphoto so I ran home to find it and I found it in the Oct 2005 folder. It is a picture of a wee lil' Thomas at a friends house in Beachwood canyon. We had just been in LA a little over 4 months and it reminds me of the apprehension and excitement I felt during this time. Thomas had just been born, I had long hair and I was healthy. Andrew Bird was all I wanted to listen to. Our apartment felt fresh and new even though it was old. We only knew a handful of people. Yards were abundant with foliage I had never seen before. Ella loved the ocean and bugs bunny. Wade was consumed with a new job. It was an exciting time. The city was ours to explore.

fingerless mittens are so hott right now...

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Fri, 16 Jan 2009 19:05:00 +0000

so I decided to make some for my mother in-law for Christmas in her favorite shade of purple... purple, oh purple, purple is everywhere too!..the 90's fluorescents are back...all you have to do is go into H&M or Forever 21 and it looks like Barney the dinosaur threw up in there. So... since purple and fingerless mittens are so the rage right now and I live in LA and I am so hip and cool and only follow trends I decided to make some for me too. I like them lots... even if my finger tips are still cold.

3 artists...

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 17:51:00 +0000

While in Utah, I visited a small art exhibit downstairs in the BYU library. It was a perfectly humble square little room with three walls. My sister Jennifer's work was there along side Cassie Barney and Carla Jimison. Really, I don't think there could be a better three-some. I was filled to the brim after I left that little place.
Cassie's work has always inspired me and even though I have only met her a few times, I feel as if I know her. I hear about her and her big creative family through my family and I read her blog regularly to give me a boost of vava-voooom in my life... Thank you Cassie...oh, and I love the piece above so very much...please give it to me. Okay? Thanks...

Jennifer is the oldest sister and I am the youngest sister with a space of 16 years between us. She has always amazed me with her talent. She has those artist hands, you know the ones, they are beautiful and whatever they touch turns to beautiful... okay, except for maybe her kitchen cupboards. heehee. Her ability to capture a mood, a face, an expression through paint or pastel or whatever medium she chooses is amazing.

As a kid I remember her staring at people when she thought they weren't looking. She would stare into them, into their profile and the shape of their face. Sometimes she would stare at me and I loved this. To think she might actually use my face or parts of my face in her next painting was exciting. I always wondered what she was thinking and how it all worked in her head, her observing and then putting it on paper or canvas. It was so natural to her and the end result was always something wonderful. She would take photographs of what inspired her. I would see the photographs strewn about her studio, her studio that always smelled of turpentine. For many of her photographs she would have the person sit in our sun room on Locust Lane and tell them to hold still and just look natural. This was always hard for me to do. How do you look natural when someone tells you to? Jennifer was already in college when I was still a kid. She was getting her art degree and sometimes she would come home from BYU and talk to mom out loud about how her professors would critic her art. At times this was too much for her to handle and she would cry.

I also remember her and Carla. They were always such good friends. I would listen to them talk on the phone and sometimes I would go with her to Carla's house and sit in her studio while they talked and did artsy craftsy stuff. Carla wore a long braid down her back and wore very little make up. Her house was always full of interesting and creative things. Perhaps it was because she was always working on interesting creative things. Whether it was a painting, or jewelry or furniture restoration. You can't see any of the detail in this pic, but I loved this print...

Thank you, thank you...you three artist ladies. I love you.

Kath

Merry Christmas

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Thu, 25 Dec 2008 23:00:00 +0000

Lately...

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Sat, 20 Dec 2008 17:11:00 +0000

Here we are attempting to take last minute candid shots to add to our Christmas card. We hoped to get a good one in before the light was gone. When the light was gone we got many a candid... but no printables.

Did you take the handmade pledge? Here are our Christmas birds that we are giving as gifts. This is Thomas taking them to his playgroup buddies.

Lily likes to climb our Christmas tree.

Ella loves boas. She also loves to design clothing and is prepping herself for Project Runway. She has been cutting up fabric for shirts and dresses mainly. Here we are in our holiday dresses. (I look almost as nice as the curtains.)

Tomorrow we are heading to Utah and I can't wait to see this...

!#$@ triathlon man is here! #%*!

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 17:36:00 +0000

Here I am writing about Wade again, but man, I am just so proud! He'll probably feel embarrassed that I am posting these pics but, hey, his transformation from a soft, pudge daddy to daddy of iron and steel should not be taken lightly. He achieved his weight loss goal, losing 90 lbs and is now a life member at weight watchers (which means he goes for free as long as he maintains his weight) Let's just say all the old ladies in his support group are spittin bullets they are so jealous. Here he is shedding his suit that he wore to last year's Christmas party. World... meet TRIATHLON MAN!

To see more pics from our day at the Tinsel Triathlon see my flickr here.

big thanks!

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 20:13:00 +0000

Yesterday was the Neighborhood Nursery Holiday sale to help raise money for the school. One of the things I love most about a co-operative school is just that. We offer up our blood, sweat, toil and tears working together for the good of our kids and the school. Okay, maybe we don't suffer that much with the blood and all that jazz, but we do work hard. We get to know each other through our work and each parent has different talents and abilities that they throw on the table. In the end each event we host is always special. sigh, sigh, weep weep. Thank you NNS!

I wanted to send a big thank you out to my mom, who lives in Utah, she stepped in at the last minute to help me finish sewing skirts. My goal was to make ten little girl skirts to sell. I figured out quickly that I didn't have the time to reach my goal so I employeed my lovely mother, the excellent seamstress that she is, to help finish the job. We each made 5 skirts. I love and appreciate what you made mom. A little touch of Carolyn Hillam always goes a long way.

Also, Last but not least, a big thank you to my dear friend Susan from persimmon and pink for sending her beautifully handcrafted blastoid cats and gorillas to sell at the show. We were worried they weren't going to make it through the post but they arrived safely and in all their glory the day before the show! Phew! See her Etsy shop here. She is one talented mamacita and I wish I could have her closer to me so I could enjoy her company and pick her brain.

chinatown N' friends

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 17:48:00 +0000

I am behind on my blogging and I still have to write about Thanksgiving but instead I'll post images from our day in Chinatown with Eric. Eric came for a night and a day. I love Eric and I love to feed Eric because he loves food and I know he will eat whatever I put in front of him and he will enjoy it (except fruit of course). So the night he arrived we gorged ourselves on leftover Thanksgiving dinner from the microwave. After dinner we went to the M83 show at the Fonda. It was a great show with great emo-fashion inspirations, but mainly I was impressed with the rooftop bar, the couch, and my company.

One of Ella's favorite places is Chinatown. She says she loves it because "she loves China just like mommy" and also there are "alot of cute little plastic things there." On this trip she wanted some new silk shoes and a Totoro fleece blanket. We found the shoes but not the blanket. We ate fleshy pork balls and bao zi at Phoenix bakery and I let the kids drink fruit punch loaded with red 40 and high fructose corn syrup. Nice mommy. Fei to the fei to the fei cheng hao!

I'm still a teenager...

noreply@blogger.com (KathKarol) — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 20:50:00 +0000

I've always had an obsession with Bob Dylan. I know, I know... so predictable to obsess and idolize the king of folk music. What can I say? I love him. My sister Jayne and I came to the realization last time we sat on the deck at the cabin listening to him that he really is as great as people say he is. He lives up to the hype. Over the years I don't read much about his personal life because I don't want to ruin the romance of it all. In the 1960's he was everything a rock star should be rolled up into a perfect package... a tortured soul with an unkempt hairdo wearing his black skinny jeans and monkey boots. He was full of talent, he was mysterious, he was an innovator, a rule-breaker, full of attitude and arrogance, he wrote cryptic and inspired poetry through a raw, familiar voice. I went to the Bob Dylan exhibit this past June at the Skirball and fyi if you think I'm a fan you should of listened to the elitest Dylan scholars that were in attendance. Gag!

It was here that I saw this life-size picture of Dylan and Joan Baez... How cool are they?!

I have always had this fascination of the two of them together. In fact I'm hoping to some day have a collection of Dylan and Baez photographs framed on my wall. (Bernie can you help me out with that?)
I love to think of them in the west village in the early 60's. Young and in love, voicing their political views, singing and fighting for civil rights issues. They were hot stuff and they knew it. I don't think there is a more handsome, more hip couple than these two.

One of my favorite Dylan love songs...

To Ramona

Ramona, come closer,
Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness
will pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike sometimes.
And there's no use in trying
to deal with the dying
though I cannot explain that in lines.

Your cracked country lips
I still wish to kiss,
as to be by the strength of your skin.
Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
But it grieves my heart, love,
To see you tryin' to be a part of
a world that just don't exist.
It's all just a dream, babe,
a vacuum, a scheme, babe,
that sucks you into feelin' like this.

I can see that your head
has been twisted and fed
with worthless foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn
between staying and returning
on back to the South.
You've been fooled into thinking
that the finishing end is at hand.
Yet there's no one to beat you.
No one to defeat you,
except the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.

I've heard you say many times
That you're better than no one
And no one is better than you.
If you really believe that,
you know you have
nothing to win and nothing to lose.
From fixtures and forces and friends,
your sorrow does stem.
That hype you and type you,
and making you feel
that you gotta be just like them.

I'd forever talk to you,
but soon my words,
would turn into a meaningless ring.
For deep in my heart
I know there is no help I can bring.
Everything passes,
Everything changes,
Just do what you think you should do.
And someday maybe,
Who knows, baby,
I'll come and be crying to you.