Awesome Song lol, I love rowing…
Here it is! “2k” a parody of Rebecca Black’s “Friday”. Written, Performed and recorded by yours truly. I hope you enjoy it. I had so much fun with this! haha
Let me know what you think!
Croker
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Lyrics:
5am waking up in the morning
Gotta get dressed, gotta find spandex
Gotta have my bowl, gotta have oatmeal
Seeing everything the time is goin’
Tickin’ on and on, everybody’s rushin’
Gotta get down to the boathouse
Gotta find my boat, I see my crew
Settin’ rate at stroke seat
Tappin’ it in bow seat
Gotta make up my mind
Which seat can I take?
We’re Rowing, Rowing
Set this boat keep rowing
Everybody’s lookin’ forward to the 2k, 2k
Rowing, Rowing
Ignore that crab keep rowing
Everybody’s looking forward to the 2k, 2k
Power 10, Power 10 (yeah)
Power 10, Power 10 (yeah)
Stroke, Stroke, Stroke, Stroke
Lookin’ forward to the 2k
7:15 gettin’ off of the water
Up and over heads, Skew and down to shoulders
Coxswain calls the next call
You know what it is
Walk it out, walk it out
Hands out, watch the riggers
Low heads now, low heads now
Put it into racks
Settin’ rate at stroke seat
Tappin’ it in bow seat
Gotta make up my mind
Which seat can I take?
Chorus
Yesterday was Monday, Monday
Today it is Tuesday, Tuesday
We, we, we so terrified now
So terrified now
Ergs set up in the bay
Thinkin’ about fakin’ sick
Coach, do we really have to?
I just want this erg test to end!
Chorus
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Via are you reading this?
In 2006, actor Stephen Fry received a letter from a girl struggling with depression. This was his response.
Via To Write Love on Her Arms: Behind The Scenes
“Joy”
Oceana
I believe with all of my heart that the Hallmark cards lie.
I believe that you can choose who you love, but you can never choose who loves you.
That’s beautiful and frustrating and unfair and overly gracious.
This summer, in a moment of honesty and through a thinly veiled smile, a friend asked, “What is giving you joy today?” It took me a second to answer. Not like a quick second, but more like a time-slows-down-like-in-the-movies-when-it’s-really-important-to-catch-the-details second. Like, “Chad, watch your step on this one. Collect your thoughts. Your friend needs you to share some real joy. He needs it. Don’t be cheap. Don’t say ‘love’ or ‘family.’ Prove something to him.”
His question was almost more like a challenge. And that challenge became more like a conversation within myself. I think I showed him a picture of my parents’ dog, which still may have been a cop out, but I was able to use that picture to launch a conversation, which I think is what he wanted all along …
My friend needed me to know that he was in pain, and I needed him to know that he couldn’t scare me away.
“And I see that I’m sure I won’t hide, I won’t hide …”
There was a certain joy from being able to care for my friend in that moment. I told him that I was proud of him for not shying away from the hard talks. He told me that he was thankful for an opportunity to be real.
Love is a conversation, and it’s not always one that is initially hopeful or joyful or inspiring. Sometimes it takes time and retrospect to see how love grows into those things. Sometimes it’s a conversation that takes place in our own heads, but is most productive when fleshed out with folks who love you without reason.
“So hold me higher, I caught you.
You caught me, and this I see.”
Love is a trust fall.
We are facing the same direction, and perhaps unaware that anyone else shares our point of view, but in our moments of resignation or vulnerability or abandon we can find a teammate, a cheerleader, who will still sees us as something to be proud of. Who can help us catch ourselves when we fall …
… and I guess that’s the thing Hallmark misses sometimes about true friendship rooted in love — the catching works both ways.
—Chad
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