What is the song or poem weighs up how you feel today??

[Marie2020]

 

[Marie2020]

For some reason I am losing connection in here , it's been happening all morning

 

[heirloomgal]

Gordon's sun finally went down. Rest in peace Gordie, thanks for the memories & the music

 

[ducks4you]

Enjoy!!!
Ya know, these composers Laugh at the thought of anybody else Trying to play these pieces.

 

[flowerbug]

this was going through my head this morning when i woke up so i had to share it with Mom and laugh:

arg! again this morning...

 

[flowerbug]

arg! again this morning...

i didn't think it could get worse... but today it's been Gilligan's Island and longer than a 3 hour tour!

 

[heirloomgal]

Enjoy!!!
Ya know, these composers Laugh at the thought of anybody else Trying to play these pieces.

It's like magic in your ears.

 

[SPedigrees]

The subject of mortality has been weighing on my mind lately with so many of my peers (friends, relatives, husband, and singers/actors) departing this world, and myself inevitably not so far behind, so this oldie popped into my head and took root there:

Paul Simon - "Slip Slidin' Away"

"We work at our jobs, collect our pay, believe we're gliding down the highway when in fact we're slip slidin' away."

On a brighter, happier, and relevant note: Trey Eppes "The Garden Song"

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[digitS']

Try changing the lyrics to Gilligan's Isle, @flowerbug and maybe it will help:

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


Two Butterflies went out at Noon—
And waltzed above a Farm—
Then stepped straight through the Firmament
And rested on a Beam—

And then—together bore away
Upon a shining Sea—
Though never yet, in any Port—
Their coming mentioned—be—

If spoken by the distant Bird—
If met in Ether Sea
By Frigate, or by Merchantman—
No notice—was—to me

It's all I have to bring today—
This, and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees
Which in the Clover dwell.

~ Emily digitSon

 

[Pulsegleaner]

Fun little thing someone once showed me. The Lobster Quadrille (from Alice in Wonderland) can in fact be sung to a mix of two common songs. The verses scan to Beethoven's Ode to Joy, and the chorus scans to the chorus of The Battle Hymn of the Republic.