Song Lyrics
Now, I don't want to seem ungrateful for the two or three people who have come by here to say hello and leave comments. I appreciate it. I do. But a few of the blogs I routinely visit have been quoting song lyrics, which got me to reflect on my visitor traffic over the last couple of days, where few of my usual visitors have, well, visited. Here's my song:
Hear the lonesome whipporwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide it's face to cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die
That means he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide it's face to cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die
That means he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
Hank Williams or Willie Nelson, take your pick
Or, there's this one:
Is there anyone out there (anyone out there) oh, oh
Anyone out there (anyone out there) oh, oh
Anyone out there (anyone out there) oh, oh
Anyone out there (anyone out there) oh, oh
Anyone out there (anyone out there)
Anyone out there (anyone out there) oh, oh
Anyone out there (anyone out there) oh, oh
Anyone out there (anyone out there) oh, oh
Anyone out there (anyone out there)
Duran Duran
I like my new friends who're coming by, but I miss my old friends, the friends who used to come every day, or just about. Now ... I dunno. (sniffing my armpits) I'm showering regularly, using deoderant, I'm not being offensive in word or deed ... at least, I don't think I am.
Well? Is anyone out there? Hello?
22 comments:
Hi Sherrill,
Sorry I haven't been around. Somedays are just busier than others and I don't get a chance to check out any blogs, let alone yours, which I adore.
Nancy, thank you! You're a great boost to my fragile ego. :)
Yesterday was, well, an emotional rollercoaster for me and I have a couple of big jobs I want to get done before next week!
Variant...
Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
(Pink Floyd)
Wow. If you whine it, they will come. I should've tried this blogging song lyrics a while ago...
Nice to see you, Jenna. It's been, um, a while since you've been on this side of the blog. Although I certainly understand about work.
Fal, I'll be honest, some days, nobody is in there. It's all just blank space...
A friend once looked at me, peered closely at my ear then went "Is that a for rent sign?"
I have great friends. ;)
I still love that line from Linda Howard's Mr. Perfect: "The wheel is turning but the hamster's dead." I wish I thought up great lines like that. Sigh. My mom always gasps in horror when I use it then giggles like a kid.
Has it really been awhile? Gasp! I've been slacking off. Sigh. Will fix that.
Yes, Jenna sweet, it's been too long. I was beginning to feel abandoned... :(
Your friend? What she said? Sounds like something one of my brothers would say. Although, the way you've talked about your little bro, sounds like something he'd say to you, too. LOL
My sister's favorite is "the lights are on but on one is home." Also "I'd rather be a moron tan a moroff"
Can you tell I'm avoiding the day job :)
No...that's entirely too clever for my brother. :D
Nancy, LOL--especially the "moron than moroff". That's hilarious! :)
Better a smart ass than a dumb ass. Although I'm a wise ass so does that make me better than both?
Jenna, I think wise ass is definitely one-up on smart ass. LOL
I'm here! *jumping up and down, flailing my arms over my head, waving*
But being a wallflower, I understand that it's hard for people to see me even though I'm right there. Behind them. Quiet. In the corner. :^)
Su, my friend, I will always notice you. As long as I know who you are... :)
lol
:^)
I have the Willie Nelson version on my ipod. Great song.
I've slacked off on my blog visits. *hanging head* Sorry Sherrill. :) No real excuse..except I've been off in search of a character or two to write about. Gotta keep in practice when the main group takes a vacation together...lol
T.A., writing is one of the only acceptable excuses! But, I guess you've missed the whole point of blogging... procrastination.
Sorry I haven't been around, but I've been down in the dumps for a while - AGAIN - and haven't been blogging except when I get an email from somebody complaining about something I said. Then I gotta go see what's up.
And it's hard leaving comments. I just can't seem to get into a good space, because I don't want to leave rants on other's comments sections.
Too blue to cry...you need to get out more.
((((HUGS)))) and a Pat on the Fanny. (A guy thing denoting you done good.)
Hey, Forrest. Sorry to hear you've been in the dumps. Hope you come back up soon. :)
oh Sherrill..trust me, I understand the wonders of blogging to keep from actually writing. I tend to take a lint roller to one of my cats to waste time instead of fighting with my characters. :)
Oh, T.A. Using your poor cat as an excuse. Now, when you get to the point where you're cleaning your toilets instead of writing... you know you're in trouble. LOL
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