tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282020.post115975184823802941..comments2023-10-18T03:45:34.271-04:00Comments on Mental Blog: ShipbuildingLarry Keilerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17712568631874956243noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282020.post-1161057237384261162006-10-16T23:53:00.000-04:002006-10-16T23:53:00.000-04:00Great tune.Great tune.Larry Keilerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17712568631874956243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282020.post-1160920369129052742006-10-15T09:52:00.000-04:002006-10-15T09:52:00.000-04:00Many years ago, (24 years)I used to rock my daught...Many years ago, (24 years)I used to rock my daughter to sleep to a song called " The Angels Want to Wear My Red Shoes"<BR/><BR/>Oh I used to be disgusted <BR/><BR/>and now I try to be amused. <BR/><BR/>But since their wings have got rusted, <BR/><BR/>you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes. <BR/><BR/>But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain, <BR/><BR/>that's when I knew that I could not refuse. <BR/><BR/>And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes. <BR/><BR/><BR/>I was watching while you're dancing away. <BR/><BR/>Our love got fractured in the echo and sway. <BR/><BR/>How come everybody wants to be your friend? <BR/><BR/>You know that it still hurts me just to say it. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Oh, I know that she's disgusted (oh why's that) <BR/><BR/>Cause she's feeling so abused. (oh that's too bad) <BR/><BR/>She gets tired of the lust, (oh I'm so sad) <BR/><BR/>but it's so hard to refuse. <BR/><BR/>How can you say that I'm too old, <BR/><BR/>when the angels have stolen my red shoes. <BR/><BR/>Oh, I said "I'm so happy, I could die." <BR/><BR/>She said "Drop dead," then left with another guy. <BR/><BR/>That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance. <BR/><BR/>Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence. <BR/><BR/>Oh I used to be disgusted <BR/><BR/>and now I try to be amused. <BR/><BR/>But since their wings have got rusted, <BR/><BR/>you know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes. <BR/><BR/>Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10282020.post-1159989612265578172006-10-04T15:20:00.000-04:002006-10-04T15:20:00.000-04:00I am reading "A Man Without a Country", the latest...I am reading "A Man Without a Country", the latest book by Kurt Vonnegut, a man who said he'd never write another book again, and then did. Anyway, Larry, I thought of you when I read this quote, since much on your blog focuses on music...Kurt wrote:<BR/><BR/>"No matter how ocurrupt, greedy, and heartless our government, our corporations, our media, and our religious and charitable institutions may become, the music will still be wonderful."<BR/><BR/>Then he continues: "If I should ever die. God forbid, let this be my epitaph: THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD WAS MUSIC." (The caps are Vonnegut's).<BR/><BR/>Kurt says lots of very wise things. This is one of my favourites. "Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing." <BR/><BR/>Okay, that's my comment - although to be honest, Larry, I haven't read your newest posting yet. The last one I read was Waltzing Matilda - and then I read Kurt, and thought of you...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com