Time changes many things,
Some simply to suit fashion.
I've learned nothing ever lasts
Except for deepest passion.
Some people write hit Broadway plays;
Some play upon their looks.
Some bare their skin in magazines;
Some bare their souls in books.
When I am asked what I would choose
If I could do just one thing,
I say, "I would sing."
I sing all the time, and I'm terrible at it. No ear; can't carry a tune. So what? It's fun, so I do it anyway. Jim just says, "Sing it, hon" and doesn't even laugh. Much.
I wish I'd pursued my piano lessons; I wish I could ride in a fighter jet; and I wish I could sing. It's such a freeing thing to do — just belt something out and let whatever you're feeling sail into the universe unfettered and unstoppable.
I wonder if musicians feel this way about the notes they play?
Can't sing? Our duets are some of my favorite memories! I remember once we sang Don't Fence Me In as the Shitkickers played along. Or is that just a drunken dream?
ReplyDeleteWell, I guess if there's live music behind it, it could qualify as singing. But yes, we do have a small repertoire of wonderful duets. Remember when you stole the hymnal from the Methodist Church so we could learn the words to Love Lifted Me and Church in the Wildwood? Funny how a couple of pagans like hymns so much...and I love Christmas carols. The commercial ones.
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