The condition of being lost in thought • Absentminded dreaming while awake • An abstracted state of absorption
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
I Remember You
Was it in Tahiti?
Were we on the Nile?
Long, long ago,
Say an hour or so
I recall that I saw your smile.
I remember you,
You're the one who made
My dreams come true
A few kisses ago.
I remember you,
You're the one who said
"I love you, too," I do.
Didn't you know?
I remember, too,
A distant bell,
And stars that fell like rain
Out of the blue.
When my life is through,
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of them all,
Then I shall tell them
I remember you.
Johnny Mercer, Victor Schertzinger
Were we on the Nile?
Long, long ago,
Say an hour or so
I recall that I saw your smile.
I remember you,
You're the one who made
My dreams come true
A few kisses ago.
I remember you,
You're the one who said
"I love you, too," I do.
Didn't you know?
I remember, too,
A distant bell,
And stars that fell like rain
Out of the blue.
When my life is through,
And the angels ask me to recall
The thrill of them all,
Then I shall tell them
I remember you.
Johnny Mercer, Victor Schertzinger
Whatever
Flying down the freeway, the sun roof open and the wind in my hair
driving as fast as I have to, to look like I don't care
but I do
deeply
my own worst enemy
wound seeping
It ain't that bad. . . buck up
They'll come around. . . someday. . . . maybe
You can lead a pig to mud
I'm just glad I can sleep
Sun shines down on a palm tree in need of a shave
glad that the heat broke and cooler winds prevail
Screaming guitar licks, like choaking a cat
grown ups yelling at kids
I'm getting fat
driving as fast as I have to, to look like I don't care
but I do
deeply
my own worst enemy
wound seeping
It ain't that bad. . . buck up
They'll come around. . . someday. . . . maybe
You can lead a pig to mud
I'm just glad I can sleep
Sun shines down on a palm tree in need of a shave
glad that the heat broke and cooler winds prevail
Screaming guitar licks, like choaking a cat
grown ups yelling at kids
I'm getting fat
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