The next few days are going to be impossibly lonely without my skinny cowboy.
(whoa doesnt that almost sound important)
It is important to Diane.
Eh, c.i., I was being ironic about my own post of the minute before, not about Diane's that appeared at the same time. (Duh)
Nimh, I realized what your post meant--and thank you for the 'awww.' It is very difficult to be away from him.
c.i., you sweet thing, thanks for springing to my defense, even though it was unnecessary.
Now I'm thinking about the great people on a2k!!
My sympathy, Diane...........I can understand. I hope the time goes quickly.
nimh, I'm a pro at misunderstanding posts on A2K. Sorry about that!
I am sitting here eating Brie on Wheat Thins and smoked oysters when I realized the Brie is French. Does this mean I am "against us?"
Better wash it down with a little Sancerre ....... white ........doesn't a double negative make a positive?
I prefer the Portugese vino verde
OK, Dys, but you'll be responsible for the disrespect shown our all-out irresponsible government leaders.........tsk tsk
Clinton and that cigar of his.
I wonder if kickcan will see this.... buzz, fuzz, talk show rant, ring. ring. 800 number?
In my head? Here tis
The Blue Velvet Band Lyrics
Artist(Band):Hank Snow
(Print the Lyrics)
The Blue Velvet Band Lyrics
If you listen a story I'll tell you,
Of a girl who once lived in this land;
A girl who was once my sweetheart,
She was know as The Blue Velvet Band.
On her cheeks was the first flush of nature,
Her beauty, it seemed to expand,
Her hair hung down in long tresses,
Tied back with a blue velvet band.
I can still see those tears as we parted,
Of my heart broken Blue Velvet Band;
As I left I told her I'd never
Come back to my old home again.
Five years on the wide open spaces
Was all that my poor heart could stand,
every night as I lay on my pillow,
I would dream of my Blue Velvet Band.
Then one night as I lay down dreaming
Of home and poor mother and dad,
Like a flash by my bedside was standing
The form of my Blue Velvet Band.
I started next day for my darling,
Just to go back and make her my bride;
But as I reached the old country depot,
They told my my sweet heart has died.
They laid her to rest in the churchyard,
Midst the sweet summer flowers of the land;
On her finger the ring I had bought her,
On her head was a blue velvet band.
Just posted this to music.
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and all. dododododo. that. dodododod. jaaaaaa-a-azzzzz!
Jazz it ain't, feaola, dear. Just looking at the entire spectrum of music.
And like the rainbow's lovely form,
Evanescing amidst the storm
brat.....................
