August 4, 2006

Musical Interlude

I need to throw in the odd meaningless and possible fun post, so it doesn't look like I have an agenda. It makes it tough for certain people to label my blog.

Everyone is invited to sing along and help drown my voice:)


The Summer Wind

The summer wind, came blowin' in
From across the sea
It lingered there, to touch your hair
And walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song
and then we strolled the golden sand
Two sweethearts and
The summer wind

Like painted kites, those days and nights
Went flyin' by
The world was new, beneath a blue
Umbrella sky
Then softer than a piper man
One day it called to you
I lost you to - the summer wind

The autumn wind, the winter wind
Have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days
Go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies
Through nights that never end
My fickle friend, the summer wind

14 comments:

  1. Gotta love ol' blue eyes...I have several mixed CD's of his. Love him! Great rendition!!

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  2. Thanks Lisa. Great might be a tad too kind though.

    Jack, you'll be humming that song all day now.

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  3. I'd be humming it if I wasn't screaming so loudly.

    Ha!

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  4. hahahaha very funny. Looks like it has been a few years since the summer wind touched your hair.

    I know the feeling.

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  5. Me too.
    I am just a nice kindly green grocer what sells oranges and cabbages whilst humming my favorite melodies.

    Like this one:

    I live on the West side, she lives on the East side of the stree-ee-eet
    And though they say that East is East and West is West
    And never the twain shall meet
    Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be
    'cause that brownstone house where my baby lives
    Is Mecca (Mecca, Mecca, Mecca) Mecca (Mecca, Mecca) to me-e-e-e-e-e.


    Oh she's my dream goddess and her ruby lips are so div-i-ine
    And though her folks say we're too young to know of love
    I worship at her shrine
    Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be
    'cause that brownstone house where my baby lives
    Is Mecca (Mecca, Mecca, Mecca) Mecca (Mecca, Mecca) to me-e-e-e-e-e.

    Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be
    'cause that brownstone house where my baby lives
    Is Mecca (Mecca, Mecca, Mecca) Mecca (Mecca, Mecca) to me-e-e-e-e-e.

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  6. **holding up cigarette lighter**

    **tossing panties on stage**

    LMAO

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  7. Some of my friends are scared that I have Sinatra and black metal in the same playlist. This one just happens to be my favourite.. how did you know?!

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  8. Jhrhv, this song never mentions my hair or lack there of.

    Cat, my wife found your panties. Now what?

    Bunny, is this your favorite?

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  9. get rid of your mug on your profile, leave the dog. You look like Andre the giant.

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  10. Hi there, I thought you might be interested in what I said in my reply to your comments.

    http://sudanesethinker.blogspot.com/2006/08/reply-to-michael-herzog.html

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  11. You have guts, my old son; I'll give you that.

    In my younger days, I would buy a Rolling Stones album one week, and Tony Bennett the next. Some days, a ballad is just what this doctor orders. Cheers.

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  12. Hey! First off, your singing voice is just fine, I could never sing. Also I have border collies, they are great dogs.. I enjoyed seeing them. You may have seen me on YouTube, I'm just starting to figure out this whole blog thing and am adding you to my blogroll (small). I started the blog to have a place to put my videos that YouTube bans. So far just one called "Iran v Israel by way of Lebanon".
    Take Care
    Ghostwolf

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  13. Oh, indeed. Nothing blocks out the voices in my head like a Sinatra tune, in any form. Except maybe alcohol.

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