hey Im putting in a song, its tims song, called love me, I put the strings in, Im also putting on Talentless Losers.

Peace,

Ben

yeah, here goes... aN HERBAL RAP!

Herbonics

Well it's "thyme" to make a rhyme, in "mint" condition doin fine, like a "sage" once said to me "you aint no Rosemary".  But thats ok, thats how I roll, cause girl you had me at "aloe".  My homies are all I really need in this life to "flaxseed", ding-dong-ding-a-long-a-shizzle-ma-"thistle"

Herbs (yeah), they good for you!  Herbs (yeah) the H is silent too! H is for Huckleberry, E is for Ephedra, RBS sound like "ribs" if you say them together... (uh-uh-uh)

I keep my feet on the path straight and narrow, seeing if I can pick some more "yarrow".  No I don't have a diss wit ol 50 cent, unless he aint down wit my "peppermint", YO keepin it natural, keepin it fresh, straight from the garden makes the ladies impressed.  I can't say which herb I like the best, cause pickin out favorites makes me so depressed, UH, put im in my coffee, put em in my tea, send em to my homies, rollin wit the G, that stands for Ginger, that is a fact, haulin two cakes of Comfrey in my Cadillac, HERBS so cool HERBS so fine, so organic and so sublime, when ur down they bring you up, drink green tea from a china cup!

K, here some new songs I wrote yall!

Eggs

(piano and vocals)

Eggs, eggs, they roll around they have no legs.

My brother the yolks on you, something soft and fun to chew.

Yes I eat them sunny-side, when their scrambled, when their fried.

Eggs, oh eggs, their the best, part of a complete breakfast.

Eggs, eggs, they roll around, they have no legs.

(switch to church organ, hymn like quality)

Om-lete

(get it? instead of ah-men)

Ambidextrous Lady (The Song for the Girl Who Is Equally Adept With Both Her Hands)

Ambidextrous Lady you see, that you write with your left hand, left with your right hand, use both hands to hold me tight, Ambidextrous Lady you see, if you need another hand just ask for me, if you need another hand just ask for me, I'll be glad to lend a hand so ask for me!

Uhhhhhhhhhhh, thats got Top 40 written all over it, wait I made a typo, Top 4,000,000,000 all over it.  Anyho, here is a song I just wrote, i'm not in a goofy mode (maybe cause It's finals week??), so here it is. Ben

V.

Flying airplanes, skipping rope, cutting class, telescope (edited per suggestion by Mrs. Wagner).  You make me want to do all these at once.  With you by myside I can scale every mountainside, and attack the commie ruskies on all fronts.

C.

Cause you make me feel, fresher than a happy meal, braver than a Navy SEAL, meaty as a slab of veal.  Cause you're so fine, more brilliant than a diamond mine, like a ray of sunshine, that I know is real, thats how you make me feel.

V.

Dancing madly, flying blind, eating melons to the rind.  You make want to do these things right now.  Hanging out with Viet Cong, going shopping with my mom, chewing grass all day just like a cow.

been working on this groovey song some more, see if you all like it, (its not finished yet but i was so bursting with excitment, that i had to put it on here!

yesterday i was at a resraunt, eating some food, but it didn’t fit on my fork right, and it kept slipping off my spoon, i was about to throw the plate at the wall, in bitter defiet, but when i yelled and jumped out of my seat, a waiter walked over and calmly said, “please sir, don’t use those untensiles but use this instead,

ch.  oh my spork/ you let me eat two things at one time/ my spork, you are mine, you are mine/

just what i need, it completed my life, pointy and round, and on the edge its sharp like a knife, oh my spork, dearest spork, you mean so my to me, you have altered my life, and changed the way i eat,