Buckets of money do not keep it sunny
After I had been singing for a while, as a young dude, I started daydreaming. Maybe one day I’d rise to the top and have all the money my heart could possibly desire. Just from singin’ for my supper, so to speak (or should I say sing?). Yeah, buckets of money in gold, silver, greenbacks, and diamonds.
So, before every practice or rehearsal, I’d repeat to myself, “Money money money.” Then, I’d finish practice or rehearsal and repeat again, “money money money.” It didn’t matter that I was six or seven. I knew if I could see it in my mind, I…
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