Soggy Day Rock

It’s been raining incessantly here in Colorado for the past several days, and my ubiquitous moles are starting to grow mold. If I owned a handgun I’d probably have shot six holes in my freezer by now. And I’ve seriously considered rounding up all the old golf balls I can find and getting in some wedge practice by pitching them all into one of the neighborhood’s overflowing detention ponds. So if the sun ever comes out again I shall be sorely tempted to spend a day on the golf course sans sunscreen. But I won’t. Probably.

To the tune of Neil Young’s “Only Love Can Break Your Heart”…



When you were young
And had more moles
How did it feel
In Coppertone?
I am always thinking
Of days that I was braising.
Trying to save
The rest of my hide.

‘Cuz only sun
Can break your heart.
Try to be pure
Right from the start.
Yes only sun
Can break your heart
What if your ‘cure’
Should fall apart?

I have a friend
Who never ‘screens.
He fries his head
Inside eighteen.
Someone should call him
And see if he can pale out.
Try to lose
The brown on his crown.

‘Cuz only sun
Can break your heart.
Try to be pure
Right from the start.
Yes only sun
Can break your heart.
What if your derm
Would maul your parts?

I have a friend
Who never ‘screens.
He fries his head
Inside eighteen.
Yes, only sun
Can break your heart.
Yes, only sun
Can break your heart…