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Posted by HarshawJ in Musings
on Thursday, February 23, 2006 05:02:32 PM
in a "calm" mood.

Bridge Over Troubed Waters

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Saturday, February 25, 2006 01:02:40 PM

Dude...
first of all, "Thank you"... for everything. If I ever had a man for a brother, a man for a son, a man for a friend, they would all be you. You're the kind of friend EVERYONE should have and try to be. You've been that bridge for me on many occassions, as I have tried to be for you when the waters got rough.
Secondly, and to the topic, life as a jukebox? That is the life I live. I don't always know how to express the feelings I feel, so when all else fails I hit the radio and put it on SCAN... sure enough, the song that is most expressive hits within 20 seconds every time.
The road is long, with many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where.. who knows where?
But I'm strong -- strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy; he's my brother, so on we go.
His well-fare is my concern
No burden is he to bare; we'll get there
And I know he will not encumber me.
He ain't heavy; he's my brother.
If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with the sadness
That everybody else isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another.
It's a long, long road from which there is no return
While we're on our way to there, why not share?
And the load doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy... he's MY brother.
(Pause while the misty eyed, sentimental part of me dabs a hankerchief so he can continue)
My life is turning for the better for the first time in many years. It's a new adventure. Songs of the past come back to visit: Eric Clapton's CHANGE THE WORLD most notably.
So yes... songs touch us deeply. My lunatic inner IPOD is going off seemingly at random. And yet, still the ones that are the deepest rise again and again. February still makes me shiver (especially around December 8 every year -- I miss your wit and wisdom, Mr Lennon); I still wake searching for the trail that the GOLD BUG and the Alan Parsons Project lead me down just as I rouse from sleep. I even hear the hunter's horns of the WILLIAM TELL OVERTURE (4th Movement) calling me to ride along with mythic heroes from my boyhood like Zorro and the Lone Ranger.
OK.. getting too emotional and too sentimental for blogging... I need to get real and focus before I short out the keyboard with saline.
Again... I hear you, and I am coming through.
By the way, dude... you know why that silver girl is shining? It's not just because all her dreams are on their way... It's because you've been doing the polishing and shown her how to shine on her own.
-fin-

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