Missing You

So the story is told of a boy who loved a girl who fell in love with someone else.

He later finds her after her heart has been broken by him and he sings her this song.

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Weekend Fun

Just something fun in case you stumble onto this over the weekend...

What I think of you...

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What I think of Pork...

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What I think at the end of a hard day...

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And some more just for fun...

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The unbearable heaviness of being human

One of my Kairos friends linked this on her facebook today. There is a lot of "yoga language" but it expresses some of my longings and restlessness and source of my melacholyness. I struggle with contentment. I want so much more.....I think everyone does. But most of us never find ways to express it.

Finding ways to live at peace with the struggle........that's my goal.

The Unbearable Heaviness of Being Human

Their Hearts Were Full Of Spring

Wishing you had married me...

There's a story told of a very gentle boy
And the girl who wore his ring
Through the wintery snow
The world they knew was warm
For their hearts were full of spring

As the days grew old
And the nights passed into time
And the weeks and years took wing
Gentle boy, tender girl
Their love remained still young
For their hearts were full of spring

Then one day they died
And their graves were side by side
On a hill where robins sing
And they say violets
Grow there the whole year round
For their hearts were full of spring

My Coloring Book

Such a sad, sad song...

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You Don’t Know Me…

Apparently, the subtitle of this song is (Drown In My Own Tears)

The scene is a simple one - a guy meets this girl on the street, apparently an old friend.  They shake hands, greet each other and have a superficial conversation and then part ways.

however... There is this delightfully sad back story going on in the guys head.  His heart is ripped apart by thoughts of "what could have been" had the timing been different in their relationship.  How things would be different had he not let certain chances slip by...

Of course, our story is a little different, but it's easy to make the connection to the feelings involved.  And then at the end as she walks away with someone else and he says goodbye...   This morning my mind went to the horrible thought of someday seeing you walk away with another.   Listen & enjoy

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Standing here today... I see you come my way...

You give your hand to me
And then you say, "Hello."
And I can hardly speak,
My heart is beating so.

As anyone could tell
You think you know me well.
But you don't know me... you don't know me

No you don't know the one
Who dreams of you at night;
And longs to kiss your lips
And longs to hold you tight

To you I'm just a friend.
That's all I've ever been.
But you don't know me.

For I never knew the art of making love,
Though my heart ached with love for you.
So afraid and shy, I let my chance go by.
The chance that you might have loved me too. (love me too)

You give your hand to me,
And then you say, "Goodbye."
I watched you walk away,
Beside the lucky guy

To never, never know
The one who loves you so.
No, you don't know me

Goodbye my love... goodbye

I Want You, I Need You, I Love You – With All My Heart

The version we'll sing this weekend...

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And some other songs that make me think of you...

Why Don't You Fall In Love With Me...

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If I Love Again...

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When I Fall In Love...

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Left Behind… Sometime In The Past

Once upon a time in a far away land there lived a moderately successful HVAC business owner.  He was strong, smart, muscular and thin.  Not the best looking guy in the world, but when he worked up a sweat (and he did that a lot) his hair would curl in the cutest way and female clients would often tell him how sexy it looked.  Unfortunately, he got old and fat but that’s another story.

The year was sometime in the early 1990’s and the equipment was becoming smarter and more computerized.  The smart guy liked this as he loved bits and bytes and so he signed up for an advanced training class in Indianapolis, IN.

The day of the flight came and it was a busy day.  He left the office late in the afternoon for an evening flight west.  When he arrived at BWI he realized that he had his flight tickets but had left  a copy of the phone numbers and contact info for the training facility on his office desk.  No problem, he thought, there will surely be others arriving around the same time and  he knew they were supposed to have shuttles there waiting to transport students back to the motel.

The flight was uneventful and he arrived at the airport around 10 pm.  Went to baggage claim and waited for his suitcase to roll off the conveyor nothing.  As everyone else pulled their suitcases off the belt he suddenly realized there were no more bags coming and all the other passengers had left.  He proceeded to baggage lost and found and filed a report.  The lady was kind enough to take a couple of minutes and search the recent arrivals to see if she might be able to locate it – but it was to no avail.

By now it’s around 11:15 pm and the ‘not so smart’ guy begins to look around for signs of Carrier Air Conditioning training, shuttle services, groups of guys waiting for a shuttle, etc.  Seeing nothing he then proceeds to the information desk but unfortunately they do not know of any groups or meeting places.  I also notice that the airport is becoming less and less cluttered as fewer and fewer flights are arriving.  The guy realizes that maybe he should call home and get a phone number.  He dials his home phone number knowing there is an information packet on the kitchen counter.  He gets the answering machine.  No use leaving a message – just dial again… and again the machine.  Surely after several times the woman of the house will awaken… but no, so he left a message and went back to searching the airport for clues.

Approached the Rental car counter and noticed they had closed for the night (hmm, I didn’t think airports closed), back to the information desk for a list of nearby motels and phone numbers.  After calling the first 10-12 without any luck he went back to dialing his home number again.  This went on for ½ hour or so and frustration was mounting.

By now the ‘really dumb’ guy was wishing he had not used the tactic of waiting until he needed the information to actually learn the motel name, location, etc.  He also realized that the airport was closing down for the night and in fact there was virtually nobody else around.  No taxis outside anymore, no shuttle buses, no incoming flights on the board and the lights now off at the information desk.

Now the situation seemed a bit more desperate and the tone of his voice on the answering machine was one of a wild man yelling to try to awaken someone in the household.  Unfortunately, nobody returned his pleas for help.

Resigned to his fate, he realized that he might as well find a comfy place to relax only to find that the gates with semi-comfortable seats were all closed off and the outer area that he was relegated to had only a few metal / wood benches.  He found one that he could almost stretch out on and tucked his carry-on bag under his head, cell phone near his ear and settled in for the night.  He remembers a few janitors sweeping the floor throughout the night but other than that nobody bothered him and as far as he could tell, he had the airport to himself.

It was one of the most uncomfortable sleeping locations that he could ever remember and thankfully, 6 am rolled around and the woman apparently noticed the blinking light on the answering machine when she made her way to the kitchen to start the coffee maker.

The rest of the trip was uneventful.  Phone calls were made, a shuttle was dispatched to pick him up and his suitcase was delivered to the motel later that day.  Training went well and he had an interesting story to tell anyone willing to listen.

After several months he could even look back and laugh about the 43 desperate messages left on the home answering machine and the unfathomable reality that someone could sleep through that barrage of phone calls.

It’s Quarter After 1, I’m A Little Drunk and I Need You Now

I heard this song this morning and thought about how badly I often miss you...

Picture perfect memories
Scattered all around the floor
Reaching for the phone 'cause
I can't fight it anymore

And I wonder if I
Ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now

And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now

Another shot of whiskey
Can't stop looking at the door
Wishing you'd come sweeping
In the way you did before

And I wonder if I
Ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time

It's a quarter after one
I'm a little drunk
And I need you now
Said I wouldn't call
But I've lost all control
And I need you now

And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now

Whoa, whoa
Guess I'd rather hurt
Than feel nothing at all

It's a quarter after one
I'm all alone
And I need you now
And I said I wouldn't call
But I'm a little drunk
And I need you now

And I don't know how
I can do without
I just need you now
I just need you now

Oh baby, I need you now

Why Do Fools Fall In Love

I thought about recording you a Christmas song but probably won't have enough 'empty house' time to get it done today.

Instead I dug out this recording of a song I did for Jim & Peggy Dawson's (Maybelle Jerkwater) 25th wedding anniversary vowel renewal ceremony.

She asked me to have a quartet do it but only gave me a weeks notice so there was no way to pull that off. It was easier to just record myself singing the backing tracks and then sing the Lead part live.

Here's the full mix audio file including the lead.

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