"Will you read some of the lyrics? I like to hear you."
And he handed Michael the songbook.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"
After re-reading the above quote I decided to search for a couple of songs that had lyrics that I love and music that makes me feel good. Here are the lyrics followed by a video of both the lyrics and music. Thank you Cole Porter:
I love Paris in the spring time
I love Paris in the fall
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles
I love Paris every moment
Every moment of the year
I love Paris, why oh why do I love Paris
Because my love is here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RbZnvQHlbA
PHOTO: Kim Basinger
And..."Let's Do It"...what a great clip. I have NEVER seen this movie! (YET!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T9ViJS9Zrrg&feature=related
Twenty-five years ago today:
November 22, 1984
Thursday, Thanksgiving
I woke up at 7am and went back to bed only to wake again at 8:30am. It’s great when I can actually fall back asleep and not be required to get up at a certain time. Waking naturally is the best way.
Since it was Thanksgiving I telephoned mom and got the ‘green flag’ to go over to her house. As soon as I walked in I could smell the turkey. I could NOT wait to eat!
I watched a bit of the Thanksgiving Day MACY’s Parade in New York. Tony arrived. Then, John, Sherri and Ashley arrived. The entire immediate family was there. No pictures were taken but I shall make up for that on another day. We all laughed and just plain had a good ole family dinner.
John actually had to go to work that evening. So John and Sherri left early to take a nap at their pad. Needless to say, we were all “stuffed”.
I stayed at mom and dad’s house, took a nap and debated on whether I should go to Baxter’s in Concord tonight to see if Liz of Lafayette might be there.
I watched a fun animated feature called “Beauty and The Beast”. The moral proved that the true beauty of any one individual is the “inner beauty” that really counts.
I watched ‘Ellis Island’ and ‘Fatal Vision’ movies with mom. Both of the stories were intense and memorable.
Helen gave me a call to wish me a “Happy Thanksgiving”. She’s sweet.
I left mom and dad’s at 10pm and returned to the warmth of my pad.
söndag 22 november 2009
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