better, better, better, better, better, better, oh.
Da da da da da da da da da da da, Hey Jude.
Jude, the Obscure, was one of the most depressing movies I ever saw. It was superbly done, but it made me feel sad, sadder, saddest.
Saddest....I try not to do saddest there's too much sadness in the world. Happiest....thats better lots of happiness.
Happiness is not a laughing matter, I once read, but I don't want to philosophize about it because the subject is too deep.
Raggedy, I love that expression, Happiness is no laughing matter. You need to post that in the philosophy thread. Mercutio with his wry wit. "No, tis not as deep as a well, nor wide as a church door, but will suffice."
Breaking the rules again:
Deep night, stars in the sky above
Moonlight, lighting our place of love
Night winds seem to have gone to rest
Two eyes, brightly with love are gleaming
Come to my arms, my darling, my sweetheart, my own
Vow that you'll love me always, be mine alone
Deep night, whispering trees above
Kind night, bringing you nearer, dearer and dearer
Deep night, deep in the arms of love
<lengthy instrumental>
Come to my arms, my darling, my sweetheart, my own
Vow that you'll love me always, and be mine alone
Deep night, whispering trees above
Kind night, bringing you nearer, dearer and dearer
Deep night, deep in the arms of love.
Sorry all. Couldn't resist.
Love is a very light thing that is so fragile and frail.
You cannot hold it here in your hand, nor weigh it on a scale.
Cigarette smoke that's what it is - whiskey and girling around, but
It takes a lot of love to make a pound.
Hang in there Letty. We haven't been kicked off yet. (lol)
Yet - you won't ever be! We of the more practical minds love the free spirited souls and try to be just a little bit more like them. I wish I could write poetry and verse and yet I get so much enjoyment and even, dare I say, enlightment from reading them.
Them 'ole songs, Dev, were songs I so wish I could have had the talent to write. I have no talent whatsoever, but from what I know of you here, I have not the slightest doubt that you are not only free-spirited, but also spiritual and most importantly full of soul.
Soulful? I should say so. Indubitably.
Indubitably inscrutable, these soul singers. Sometimes it's difficult to get the message unless you are akin to a sphinx.
Sphinx-like, not me! Riddle me not nor would I riddle thee. Soulful? Yes, and I love to sing!
Sing to me, Mrs. D., Mrs. L and Mr. T. Sing to me
the song that I've been waiting to hear and all troubles will disappear.
Disappear with a friend, a bottle of wine and some choice snacks into the woods. You will enjoy a lovely intimate interlude.
Interlude in the woods with Clary? Ra-ther. But beware of the holly bush and its prickles.
Prickles of knowledge do not seem to bother small dogs.
Delay in treat service, however, annoys them greatly.
Greatly pleased by the bargains available in the supermarket this morning. Tomatoes and fresh pasta, both two for the price of one.
One can have too much of a good thing, they say, but I have never found this to be so. Rather the converse; as my pal Mart used to say, "if a thing is worth doing, then it's worth doing to excess".
Excess is against the Greek prescription for a moderate life. On the other hand, 'everything in moderation, including moderation' may allow it.
It is a good poing you make, Clary. Although I also agree with McTag!
McTag must be warm, wearing that coat in June. Or perhaps he's, you know, nekkid, underneath.
