AKA Earworm Central. "Keptin! They put creaturesin our bodies!"--Chekov
If you're gonna have a folder about beer, you gotta have some tunes.
My life flows on in endless song
above earth's lamentation.
I hear the real, through far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the
strife I hear that music ringing.
It sounds an echo in my soul, how
can I keep from singing?
<hops around rubbing shin>
Sometimes lyrics or a movie quote sum everything you want to say up in a neat package. I spout them all the time, don't I Frosti? He does too. I wasn't trying to implant an ear worm, honest. Hee.
"You put your right foot in, You put your right foot out..."
<runs and hides far away> Heee he he.
I'd believe that but for the Hokey Pokey reference.
I constantly reference movies or songlyrics. In fact, I have a working theory that in every conceivable situation in which one can find oneself, there is a very appropriate quote from The Princess Bride.
Inconceivable!
Exactly.
WESTLIFE LYRICS
"Seasons In The Sun"
[Kian:]
Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we've climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
[Bryan:]
Goodbye my friend it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there
[All:]
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time
[Shane:]
Goodbye Papa please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along
[Mark:]
Goodbye papa it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them I'll be there
[All:]
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
[Nicky:]
Goodbye Michelle my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground
[Shane:]
Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there
[All:]
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time
We had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone
I know that things are getting tougher
When you can't get the top off from
the bottom of the barrel,
Wide open road of my future now...
It's looking fucking narrow.
All I know is that I don't know nothing.
We get told to decide.
Just like as if I'm not going to change my
mind.
All I know is that I don't know nothing.
Whatcha gonna do with yourself,
Boy better make up your mind...
Whatcha gonna do with yourself boy,
You're running out of time.
This time I got it all figured out:
All I know is that I don't know nothing...
And that's fine.
Seasons in the sun, that was Terry Jacks, right?
I have no idea. The site I found the lyrics on said Westwing,or Westwood or something. It's on the top of the lyrics I posted.
I've verified via Google, it was Terry Jacks.
I could sing "Don't worry, be happy" for you. Would that help?
Terry!
<smooch>
No, thank you. Though it is better than Seasons in the Sun....
Hi terry!!
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen-and-sixty
My dear and loving son John
Our good friend the schoolmaster Pat McNamara
Is so good as to write these words down
Your brothers have all gone to find work in England
The house is empty and sad
The crop of potatoes is sorely infected
A third to a half of them bad
Your sister Bridget and Patrick O'Donnell
Are going to be married in June
Your mother says not to work on the railroad
And be sure to come on home soon
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen-and-seventy
My dear and loving son John
Hello to your missus and to your four children
May they grow healthy and strong
Michael has got in a wee bit of trouble
I think he never will learn
Because of the dampness there's no turf to speak of
And now we have nothing to burn
Bridget is happy you named the child for her
Although she has six of her own
You say you found work but you don't say what kind
Or when you'll be coming home
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen-and-eighty
Dear John and Michael, my sons
I'm sorry to give you this very bad news
Your dear old mother has gone
We buried her down at the church in Kilkelly
Your brothers and Bridget were there
You don't have to worry, she died very quickly
Remember her in your prayers
But it's good to hear that Michael's returning
With money he's sure to buy land
The crop is still poor and the people are selling
Any price that they can
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen-and-ninety
My dear and loving son John
I suppose I must be close on to eighty
It's thirty years since you've gone
But because of all of the money you send me
I'm still living out on my own
Michael has built himself a fine house
And Bridget's daughters are grown
Thank you for sending your family picture
They are lovely young women and men
And you say you might even get home for a visit
What joy to see you again
Kilkelly, Ireland, eighteen-and-ninety-two
Dear brother John
I'm sorry I didn't write sooner to tell you
The Father passed on
He was living with Bridget, she says he was happy
And cheerful down to the end
You should have seen him play with the grandchildren
Of Pat McNamara our friend
We buried him alongside of Mother
Down at the Kilkelly churchyard
He was a strong and a feisty old man
Considering his life was so hard
And it's funny, but he kept on talking about you
He called for you at the end
Oh John, why don't you come home for a visit
We would all love to see you again
We would all love to see you again
Blimey!
(P.S. Hi Terry!)
You packed in the morning
I stared out the window
And I struggled for something to say
You left in the rain without closing the door
I didn't stand in your way
Now I miss you more
Than I missed you before
And now where I'll find comfort, God knows
'Cause you left me
Just when I needed you most
Yes, you left me
Just when I needed you most
Now most every morning
I stare out the window
I think about where you might be
I've written you letters that I'd like to send
If you would just send one to me
'Cause I need you more
Than I needed before
And now where I'll find comfort, God knows
'Cause you left me
Just when I needed you most
Yes, you left me
Just when I needed you most
You packed in the morning
I stared out the window
And I struggled for something to say
You left in the rain without closing the door
I didn't stand in your way
Now I love you more
Than I loved you before
And now where I'll find comfort, God knows
'Cause you left me
Just when I needed you most
You left me
Just when I needed you most
Oh, you left me
Just when I needed you most
http://www.usatoday.com/life/music/news/2004-01-14-vanwarmer-dies_x.htm
I know the chorus but I can't get it into my head.
Not my usual problem.
Unless there's math.
Nope, not ringing a single bell for me.
Oh, and the sine of an angle in a right triangle is equal to the length of the side opposite the angle divided by the length of the hypotenuse.
Bastard.
I prefer simpler equations, like A squared plus B squared equals C squared. I actually even use that occasionally, like in real life!
Hee.
That's close enough, Sparky.
Step away from the TI-83, slowly with your hands up where I can see them, the both of you.
Sparky! That's the Pythagorean Theory! And, it too relates to triangles!
Off to buy a protractor.
Alas, I don't have a TI-83, I just have to do it the old-fashioned way using my half-baked noodle to do it in my head. Hee hee.
Everybody who's anybody has a TI-83. You should get one.
I have better uses for my hard-earned cash - like good beer and music. Heh. I'm so on-topic.
Heh. Did I mention that my TI-83 has a calendar function? It's practically a PDA.
Yeah but I been hot for you for awhile, give over and let the boys have a turn, whydoncha.
<switches off calculator>
Hee.
<edit> I gotta learn to use my opportunities better.
Practice makes perfect.
Why terry, you're certainly looking fine with that calculator. Wanna process some functions?
It's a tragedy.
"Unfortunately, my batteries are dead." -Terry
Maybe you just need your terminals polished.
Heh heh, heh heh, he said "polished."
The lights In the harbor
Don't shine for me
I'm like a lost ship adrift on the sea
Sea of heartbreak
Lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress
So divine I wish you were mine
Again my dear
I am on this sea of tears
Sea of heartbreak
How did I lose you
Oh where did I fail
Why did you leave me
Always to sail
Oh what I'd give to sail back to shore
Back to your arms once more
Come to my rescue
Come here to me
Take me and keep me
Away from the sea
Good album. Not great, but good. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers play a lot of backup roles on that.
I saw him in 1985, and he was pretty good. I would think he's a lot better now.
It was my first concert. He was with Bob Dylan and The Grateful Dead.
I could take or leave Bob Dylan (except when someone else sings his songs) but otherwise that sounds like a nice ride, Frosti.
Yet another point in your favor terry.