The sun always rises...

There is certain types of music that just gives me a happy feeling inside....

Here's two:

The Storm is Passing Over -- T.D. Jakes
Take courage my soul and let us journey on,
though the night is dark and I'm still far from home;
praise be to God, the morning light appears
The storm is passing over (Lord)
The storm is passing over
The storm is passing over, hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah.

Birdhouse in Your Soul -- They Might Be Giants
I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I have a secret to tell
From my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me
Filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary one note* spelled l-i-t-e
My story's infinite
Like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

I'm your only friend
I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend
But really I'm not actually your friend
But I am

There's a picture opposite me
Of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels its always near

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

(and while you're at it
Keep the nightlight on inside the
Birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul

Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch (and while you're at it)
Who watches over you (keep the nightlight on inside the)
Make a little birdhouse in your soul (birdhouse in your soul)

Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul...


Actually, I just thought of one more:

The Lemonade Song -- Mitch McVicar
Jim came walkin' down the road
Singin' songs and hummin' on hymn tunes
Though he'd never set foot in a church on Sunday morning
The smile on his face looked kinda outta place
Considerin' the looks of his shirt and shoes
Made me wonder what kept him going

Spent most of his lonely young days
Working' downtown in the sawmill
And a childhood is somethin' he's never known
All the extra time he had on his mind
Every now and then his heart would spill
And he'd start singin' all the way home

Chorus
And he'd sing I, I don't know much
But I know a Love
And one day I'll be sittin' up in heaven on an easy chair
Sippin' lemonade, love lives there

Round 'bout that time the bells chimed
And the church doors flew open
And a whole herd of saints came runnin' along Jim's way
Talkin' 'bout salvation, hope and love
And everything else they didn't know about
And when they saw Jim all of that changed

Now it takes a special kind of man
To avoid a confrontation
And everywhere Jimmy looked he had nowhere to go
They started throwin' out names,
Throwin' punches, and throwin' laughter
And when they were through, blood was drippin' from his nose

Chorus
And he sang I, I've heard about blood
I think it stands for Love
And one day I'll be sittin' up in heaven on an easy chair
Sippin' lemonade, loves lives there

Now Jim knew what he had inside of him
And wouldn't hear nothin' different
The moral to the story is he just keeps on keepin' on
Now he ain't whitewashed,
You won't find him on the corner prayin'
He just knows his Love and knows his song

Chorus
And he sings I, I got all I want
'Cause I've got my love
And one day I'll be sittin' up in heaven on an easy chair
Sippin' lemonade, love lives there
Yeah, one day I'll be sittin' up in heaven on an easy chair
Sippin' lemonade, love lives there
Yeah, one day I'll be sittin' up in heaven on an easy chair
Sippin' lemonade, love lives there

I suppose if I was more clever or more energetic I'd figure out a way to post the songs so that you could listen to them...but it is late and morning always comes sooner than expected.