2042
From my journey between Heaven and Hell,
2043
With half the time thinking of what might have been,
2044
2045
And half thinkin’ just as well.
2046
I guess only time will tell.
(End of song.)
2047
There was an old lady who swallowed a fly;
2048
And here I was thinking about the midnight watchman, and the broad who served the whiskey (who was a big ol’ friendly girl), and the six-word letter saying, “It’s time that I moved on.”
Let it be, Spoons. Let it be.
2049
Beck, please join us again in this thread. I miss your contributions.
Perhaps Panache and I got a little carried away lately with Harry Chapin songs, but we want you and others to participate. Just drop on in, post a number next in line, ignore the song lyrics, and be yourself.
You might like to explore the songs of Harry Chapin. They tend to be bittersweet–lost loves, lost opportunities, and thirty thousand pounds of bananas crashing down a hill in Scranton, Pennsylvania (yes, really!). Harry wrote story songs, many too long for commercial radio, but all of which I’ve sung before audiences. “Taxi,” “Sequel,” and “Better Place to Be” are my favorites. Harry wrote “story songs,” and stories don’t do so well, when they have to accomodate an eight-bar bridge every two verses.
In other words, come back Beck!
Yes, come back Beck. And Dork too.
I’ll do 2050 for Panache (who posted but didn’t add to the number), and 2051 for this post.
Let’s continue!
2052
I don’t know why she swallowed a fly.
2053
(I wasn’t staying away on purpose…just wasn’t paying attention)
2054
I don’t know what we’re doing.
2055
Well, let’s just carry on, then. We’ve got a goal to reach.
2056
Twas the night before Christmas…
2057
When all through the house,
2058
Not a creature was stirring…
2059
Not even a mouse…
2060
… The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
2061
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.