you know that song "found a peanut?"
what's with that?
when i was a kid the common belief was that if you ate a bad peanut you'd die.
back then i never heard of anyone actually dying from eating a peanut.
but now it seems it does happen, and it's frightening.
not from rotten peanuts, but from deadly peanut allergy.
i wonder if that's how the song came about? and people just blamed a bad peanut.
blech i've eaten bad peanuts sometimes you get one in a bunch, i conjure up the yucky taste just thinking about it.
"And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around." ~kurt vonnegut
Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label songs. Show all posts
Oct 23, 2013
Jul 15, 2013
the silver apples of the moon
why don't i have a label "songs stuck in my head?"
i could do a whole blog of them, of interest only to me, but then so is this blog. i really do it cause i like to type.
anyway, i refrained from saying "he caught a little silver trout" in my previous post, but the song is still stuck in my head (the version someone put to music).
tho i am old with wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands
has anyone done this in second life?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxIroakIXto
i could do a whole blog of them, of interest only to me, but then so is this blog. i really do it cause i like to type.
anyway, i refrained from saying "he caught a little silver trout" in my previous post, but the song is still stuck in my head (the version someone put to music).
tho i am old with wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands
has anyone done this in second life?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxIroakIXto
Jan 25, 2012
let your smile be your umbrella - my birthday version!
let your smile be your umbrella
let your grimace be your shoe
let your smirk be your sombrero
and you'll find a love that's true
let your frown be your long underwear
and your sneer your pocketbook
let your grin be your ballet shoe ribbon
then you'll know you're off the hook!I thought of this poem in my sleep last night and wrote it down when I woke up this morning! A good birthday poem!
(You have to stomp and clap to the fiddle and banjo, and join in on the chorus)
Jan 28, 2010
LBJ's of deep winter
(LBJ is a technical term birders use meaning 'little brown job')
i just made up this little waltz, but amazingly, i'll bet if you try to sing it, a melody for it will just apply itself by some magic.hello little birdies
where did you go?
i haven't seen you
since December's big snow
did you hide in the woods
where the deer make their bed?
and snuggle together
in the pines overhead?
chorus:
hello little birdies
the winter's so long
i'm so glad to have you
to chirp me a song
the winter's so long
i'm so glad to have you
to chirp me a song
hello mr cardinal
your're bright red today
first time that i've heard you
since you went away
you're whistling so loud
are you calling your mate?
i hope she won't sleep through
your valentine's date
chorus:
hello little birdies
the winter's so long
i'm so glad to have you
to chirp me a song
come to think of it, a mug of beer or an oompah band would work here too!
Sep 11, 2009
Songs that get stuck in your brain
ever since my post this morning i've had this song stuck in my head, a song i had forgotten since it is from before i can even really remember! i think we had it on a record and i listened to it until i had it memorized and could sing it; it was the most beautiful, saddest song i had ever heard. just now i found it by googling and it's from a poem written by davy crockett, king of the wild frontier!
Farewell to the mountains, whose mazes to me
Are more beautiful far than Eden could be.
The home I redeemed from the savage and wild.
The home I have loved as a father his child.
The wife of my bosom, Farewell to ye all.
In the land of the stranger, I rise or I fall.
Farewell to the mountains, whose mazes to me
Are more beautiful far than Eden could be.
The home I redeemed from the savage and wild.
The home I have loved as a father his child.
The wife of my bosom, Farewell to ye all.
In the land of the stranger, I rise or I fall.
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