shall i find you's a tune?
Capital idea.
Let's start off with a little Bonnie Raitt...
People are talkin, talking 'bout people
I hear them whisper, you won't believe it
They think we're lovers kept under covers
I just ignore it, but they keep saying
We laugh just a little too loud
We stand just a little too close
We stare just a little too long
Maybe they're seeing, something we don't, Darlin'
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love?
I feel so foolish, I never noticed
You'd act so nervous, could you be falling for me?
It took a rumor to make me wonder
Now I'm convinced I'm going under
Thinking 'bout you every day
Dreaming 'bout you every night
Hoping that you feel the same way
Now that we know it, let's really show it, Darlin'
Let's give them something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love, love?
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love?
going for dinner, back later
You took the toaster when you went
You never paid your half the rent
You took the spices from the rack
But you don't have to put 'em back
Cause in your haste on Halloween
You left your camera on the bed
Where we played roles in black and white
You left a roll of black and white
I set the timer thought of you
Put the lens up to my head
I took a photograph for you
What comes out gray is really red
So are you happy now
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
I smashed your pumpkin on the floor
The candle flickered at my feet
As goblins flew across the room
The children peered into the room
A cowboy shivered on the porch
Cinderella checked her watch
A hobo waited in the street
An angel whispered trick or treat
What was I supposed to do
But to sit there in the dark
I was amazed to think that you
Would take the candy with you too
So are you happy now
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
I've sat all night and now it's dawn
And I cannot believe my eyes
There's garbage strewn across the lawn
Where we once stared up at the sky
And streams of paper fill the tree
That hovered over you and me
And shaving cream covers the car
That we picked up in Baltimore
And though I know it's hard to tell
I hope that what's his name treats you well
I still maintain that he's a bum
But it's your money have some fun
So are you happy now
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
You always asked why I had not
Written you a verse or two
Since that's the one thing I regret
I dedicate this one to you
So are you happy now
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
Are you happy now
good tune,,,,
Now there's a hard luck story, Mikey. Got anything more cheerful?
it's a good feckin tune if you heard it,,,,and it's almost pumpkin time,,,,
i'll look,,,,,what venue buds yer tastes??
surprise me, will ya? I like to be surprised with music. Now, in the meantime, I'll play a little tune, myself............brownies anyone? I've had mine......
I plugged 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
And a black crow snuck through
A hole in the sky
So i spent all my buttons on an
Old pack mule
And i made me a ladder from
A pawn shop marimba
And i leaned it up against
A dandelion tree
And i filled me a sachel
Full of old pig corn
And i beat me a billy
From an old french horn
And i kicked that mule
To the top of the tree
And i blew me a hole
'bout the size of a kickdrum
And i cut me a switch
From a long branch elbow
I'm gonna whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
Whittle you into kindlin'
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-ought-six
Well i slept in the holler
Of a dry creek bed
And i tore out the buckets
From a red corvette, tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Lionel and dave and the butcher made three
You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinnybone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched like a clothes line
You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Now i hold him prisoner
In a washburn jail
That stapped on the back
Of my old kick mule
Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
I bang on the strings just
To drive him crazy
I strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
All that singing woke me up !!
YIKES !!! A ladies watch by my bedside ??? Who was sleeping with me ??????
Um, the watch is mine, Gautam. Thank you. One does tend to lose track of time around here.
Speaking of which...you've been asleep for a week. Wasn't sure you would ever wake up! Wassau, bring this man some strong coffee...
Gautam walks up with a dame at his side, hmmmmmmmm...............
Oh, it's just Betty
Betty and Gautum, I don't think so........
Coffee is needed this morning.
Soooooooo, it was Bob dressed in drag
Or Gautum was making it all up.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til i'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in babylon
Show me slowly what i only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till i'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
It's Leonard Cohen night............
Yeah coffee is needed thismorning (I am on my 5th cup and it is just coming upto 1036 here)
Sleeping at 0200 hrs for the past 3 days is not good for an old man like me
(It was Diwali)
I don't get enough sleep either, Gautum......and one would thinkk that I'm too old for this (you're not.) But then, look at all the extra time we get to be awake and doing things..............
(convoluted logic)
Some Girls jus want to have fun, fun, fun. Sleep can be fun or not.
This is so true, Joanne. Laughing
