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I washed the dishes and warmed the palm of my hand with a cup of coffee, the cats are fed and I am ready to share some little things with you:
We play our power games, we step on each others feet,
And, all of a sudden…
Boom! Boom! Out goes the light!
Ah, just small nobodies…
I washed the dishes and warmed the palm of my hand with a cup of coffee, the cats are fed and I am ready to share some little things with you:
We play our power games, we step on each others feet,
And, all of a sudden…
Boom! Boom! Out goes the light!
Ah, just small nobodies…
I wish I had a photograph of dolphins - I used to see the toninhas on the beach in Maxixe, Mozambique, many years ago. I was too young, I had no camera, but after all, we are all god's children, right?
To cheer it up, a song by the great Fred Neil, a song that often makes me break into tears:
"The Dolphins" - Fred Neil (1966)
This old world may never change
The way it's been,
And all the ways of war
Can't change it back again.
I've been searching
For the dolphins in the sea,
And sometimes I wonder
Do you ever think of me?
I'm not the one to tell this world
How to get along,
I only know the peace will come
When all hate is gone.
I've been searching
For the dolphins in the sea...
You know sometimes I think about
Saturday's child,
And all about the time
When we were running wild.
I've been searching
For the dolphins in the sea...
This old world may never change,
This world may never change,
This world may never change...
(Please, allow me to dedicate this song to a lady who actually swims with the dolphins in Hawaii - Hi Pamela, would you please say hello to the dolphins for me?)
And because sometimes I am so addicted to Fred Neil songs and his deep voice, here comes the next one:
"Everybody's Talkin'" - Fred Neil (1966)
Everybody's talkin' at me,
I don't hear a word they're sayin',
Only the echoes of my mind.
People stop and stare,
I can't see the faces,
Only the shadows of their eyes.
I'm goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
Through the pouring rain,
Going where the weather suits my clothes,
Bankin' off on the northest wind,
Sailing on a summer breeze,
Skippin' over the ocean like a stone.
Everybody's talkin' at me,
Can't hear a word they're saying
Only the echoes of my mind.
I won't let you leave my love behind...
Fred Neil is dead and gone, but I know we will meet one fine day, that's for sure!
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