journey

I Love 80s Music!

I have a good appreciate for classic rock and 80s music! I may not know all the bands or the true classics, but I do love mimicking the voices and singing like an 80s white boy. Some day’s it nice to just blast Phil Collins, Bon Jovi, Blondie, Pat Benatar, Foreigner, and other great musicians.  Pure musicianship! Check out some of my favorite songs below.

Don’t Stop Believing- Journey (every time this song comes on in the DollarTree I bust out singing!)

Baba O’ Riley- The Who

Livin’ On A Prayer- Bon Jovi

Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen

In Your Eyes- Peter Gabriel

Sussudio- Phil Collins

A-Ha-Take On Me

The Stroke- Billy Squier

Destination You

I’m lacing up my cross trainers.
The journey ahead is a long and treachorous road, but I’m ready.
Ready to dive into your love.
Ready to claim one love.
I’m ready to experience you.
Your smile outshines the sun.
Your mind is legit.
You chase after your dreams and don’t apologize.
Our dreams coexist in perfection.
Perfection is simply destination you.
One way trip to forever.
Destination you.
A five star resort with everything a human could need or want.
You could have given your love to anyone,
But your heart and my heart had a talk.
Sounds like they made their minds up.
Destination you…is destination us.
Pack light.
No heavy luggage neccessary.
Just bring your mind, body, and soul.
Destination you is only trip I want to take.
Planes, trains, and automobiles can’t bring us together.
Our hearts are the transports.
Our bodies are the luggage.
Our souls are the heads light that shine on the dark paths ahead.
Bring water, candles, bug spray.
Expect delays,
Expect long moonlight walks.
Expect kisses in the rain.
Expect inspiration.
Expect no fear.
Expect pulsating explosions.
Destination you…there’s no place like home.
Destination you…I’ve finally found the clue.
You is where I belong.
You are what I need.
You are the radiance that puts a smile on my face.
Only you can make me giggle.
Only you can make me ramble like an idiot and still feel sexy.
Only you can bring out the best in me.
Destination you.
Destination us.
Next stop…paris, tokyo, new orleans, and chicago.
Someone once told me I haven’t lived till I’ve eaten authentic chicago style pizza.
That someone was destination you.
When does the flight to your heart leave?
I’d hate to be late.
Then I’d miss out on our fate.
Destination you…
Now that’s a reality I’d like to taste.