What song best desribes your life at the moment?

Oh Death reminds me of 'oh brother, where art thou...

Didn't mean for this to turn into a depressing thread... ...anybodody having happy moments just now?

L

Right, Lorna. and here's a variation:

Over the highways and off the ramps,
To Grandson's house we go.
His jeep knows the way to give us a stay
From cooking and cleaning and soooooo

Over the highways and off the ramps,
Now Orlando's streets I spy.
Hoorah for the fun when the cookings done
See you all and a brief goodbye.

Cute! Have fun, Letty!

Almost Cut My Hair....

Another variation...?

No reason to be sad let .....


Old friends, old friends sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blowin´ through the grass
Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today, sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years, silently sharing the same fears

Break ****

Yep. Just got a phone call from Mum. Sister-in-law is on the way to hospital. Maybe a new niece or nephew by the morning.

My apologies to any that I bummed out ...
Some see the death of a caterpillar, while some are in awe of the birth of a flutterby.

some see the birth of the butterfly as a clever trick to make you forget that it too will die in the end.

No, they (flutterbys) turn into caterpillars, else there would be no flutterbys .... death is an unsatisfactory human explanation of what they do not understand.

no, they make new caterpillars who can then die, so more butterflies can make caterpillars and then die, and then the caterpillars die so there can be more butterflies who make more caterpillars and then die and then the caterpillars make butterflies and then die and then the butterflies make new caterpillars and then die and then the caterpillars make new butterflies who make new caterpillars and then die.......are you seeing a pattern here?

Everything but the die part .... isn't there an infinite something between flutterby and caterpillar just as between caterpillar and flutterby?
Does the caterpillar cease to be when the flutterby emerges?

yes there is...a little DNA and the cycle of death.......

the cycle of death

We are getting closer ..... DNA is tangential.
I hope that Lorna is not upset with us.... let me say this:

The gate that gives me life is the gate that gives me death.

Hello, yeah, it's been a while.
Not much, how 'bout you?
I'm not sure why I called,
I guess I really just wanted to talk to you.
And I was thinking maybe later on,
We could get together for a while.
It's been such a long time,
And I really do miss your smile.

I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.

We could go walking through a windy park,
Or take a drive along the beach.
Or stay at home and watch t.v.
You see, it really doesn't matter much to me.

I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.

I won't ask for promises,
So you won't have to lie.
We've both played that game before,
Say I love you, then say goodbye.

I'm not talking 'bout moving in,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.

There is some contention about one part of the lyrics here.

It may be --"There's a warm wind blowing the stars around.." much better...<smile>

England Dan and Tom Ford Coley

You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans played Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing'.

Walking in the Rain.

It's absolutely pouring down with rain here to-day.