Knock knock... it's Trooper....

Raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell
Raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell
Raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell, raise a little Hell

This, in and of itself, can be fun. Drone, monotony, same ole same ole – PATOOEY! Gimme left field! Gimme Fun with a capital F (or is it capitol... or is that Jeff City... hell I dunno).. I love tease, laughter, seeing a smile come to another's face... and it's doubly-triply good if oneself has happened to have created it.

If you don't like
What you got
Why don't you change it
If your world is all screwed up
Rearrange it

Aha, this one's much more difficult. A batter with a 'hitch' in his swing... a jump-shooter with an elbow out... an old single fart who goes home, does the same ole thing night after night – and silently bemoans it. The married one who wallows day after day... Envisions change – either in themselves, their partner, situation – mebbe even their residence... Hard to raise a little hell, get off center here.

Raise a little Hell ...

If you don't like what you see
Why don't you fight it
If you know there's something wrong
Why don't you right it

Same thing Trooper. We're the same person as yesterday. The day gets/goes by, we awaken Tuesday, we're “Monday” allover again, no hell raised. Easy to fall into habit, repeat ourselves. Easy to fall into habit, repeat ourselves. (I wonder if Nuns have this habit?)

Raise a little Hell ...

In the end it comes down to your thinking
And there's really nobody to blame
When it feels like your ship is sinking
And you're too tired to play the game

Ship sinking? Mebbe not that dire? Yeah, hear ya.... more like treading water sometimes... does get to arms... body.. brain...

Nobody's going to help you
You've just got to stand up alone
And dig in your heels
And see how it feels
To raise a little Hell of your own

Oh come on Victor, git urass up... go to the gym... you pay $23 a month to drive by it every day, PULL IN next time. Yeah, mebbe. We'll see. Besides, I kinda enjoy that daily struggle with the jeans in “I'll BE DAMNED if I'm gonna buy size 38, NOPE, NOMME.. I'M a 36!"

Raise a little Hell ...

If you don't like
What you got
Why don't you change it
If your world is all screwed up
Rearrange it

Easier said than done Trooper. Seen others do it though. Fun coworker going to gym faithfully, down 19 lbs. Cool. She's raising a little hell and rearranging it. Seen late blooming relationships of divorced, wounded doves too – very happy ones.(Witness happy buddies Wendell/Jan for example).. Encouraging. Seen marriages on last leg – revitalized, renewed – two tango'ed, raised a little hell – their world was all screwed up – they rearranged it.

Raise a little Hell …

Thanks Trooper. I will. Maybe. Probably. We'll see. Tomorrow. Next week. In May. I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.

So Victor, you write to yourself.. By golly do you EVER READ? LISTEN?....

Eh, I'm going to the Dish... raise a little hell thataway.. Check back next Thursday, text me up, 867-5309. Raise a little hell, raise a little hell, raise a little hell... love, Victurd