Buckets of rain...

Hi Everyone,

I hope everyone is having a good start of a week. I proclaimed myself to have the most organized and focused week of school as of yet. Of course, this morning could've been slightly better but regardless I am an optimist. I do what I must and I am hopeful it will transpire through my actions and I will reach my goal.
p.s.NOTE TO MYSELF: I MUST MAKE FRIENDS WITH TIME!!!

So, about buckets of rain…sunday evenings I work at a bar (one of my many jobs!) and they always have an array of eclectic bands playing live music. Yesterday evening Mark Dvorak was performing when I got there. As soon as I walked in, the one and the only thing I could hear was his soft beautiful voice and guitar strings following his melody. It was extraordinary. He played a lot of original tunes and some covers. I realized the whole “extraordinary” feeling wasn’t just about the songs; it was also his presence upon the stage. He was very personable, charismatic, funny, humble, and enamored the audience like he was the only thing of existence. One of my favorites was his cover on Bob Dylan's Buckets of rain. I couldn’t find a link of his cover, but here is a link to that song sung by the Wood Brothers.

Buckets of Rain

When I like a song, I am adamant to finding lyrics. I am a huge fan of songwriters and I believe a lot of times they’re unappreciated for their obvious talent and are unrecognized. Still, it’s delightful to see how musicians and songwriters mesh together to create a piece of work that’s exceptional and unique. Here are the lyrics to Buckets of Rain.

"Buckets Of Rain"

Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all them buckets coming out of my ears
Buckets of moonbeams in my hand
You got all the love honey baby
I can stand.

I been meek
And hard like and oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive friends will disappear
If you want me honey baby
I'll be there.

I like your smile
And your fingertips
I like the way that you move your lips
I like the cool way you look at me
Everything about you is bringing me
Misery.

Little red wagon
Little red bike
I ain't no monkey but I know what I like
I like the way you love me strong and slow
I'm taking you with me honey baby
When I go.

Life is sad
Life is a bust
All ya can do is do what you must
You do what you must do and ya do it well
I'll do it for you honey baby
Can't you tell ?