Sunday morning music

“What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song
And I’ll try not to sing out of key.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day,
(Are you sad because you’re on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight
Yes, I’m certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I can’t tell you but I know it’s mine,

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.”

~ Billy Shears

Friday morning music

“Rainy day people always seem to know when it’s time to call
Rainy day people don’t talk, they just listen till they’ve heard it all
Rainy day lovers don’t lie when they tell ‘ya they’ve been down like you
Rainy day people don’t mind if you’re cryin’ a tear or two
If you get lonely, all you really need is that rainy day love
Rainy day people all know there’s no sorrow they can’t rise above
Rainy day lovers don’t love any others, that would not be kind
Rainy day people all know how it hangs on a piece of mind

Rainy day lovers don’t lie when they tell you, they’ve been down there too
Rainy day people don’t mind if you’re cryin’ a tear or two.

Rainy day people always seem to know when you’re feeling blue
High stepping strutters who land in the gutters sometimes need one too
Take it or leave it, or try to believe it
If you’ve been down too long

Rainy day lovers don’t hide love inside they just pass it on
Rainy day lovers don’t hide love inside they just pass it on”

~ Gordon Lightfoot

Nomination for Award – Valerie Davies

My eighth nomination for the WordPress Family Award is to Valerie Davies at http://valeriedavies.com/ whose blog is, “Valerie Davies”. Her wonderful eclectic blog addresses everything imaginable, from “The noble art of reading in bed” to “The magic and mystery of blogging

I am never disappointed! She has a wonderful way of putting a smile on your face or a tear in your eye. I am honored to be able to nominate Valerie for this award.

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Nomination for award – “A Grateful Man”

My seventh nomination for the WordPress Family Award is to Russ Towne at http://russtowne.com/ whose blog is, “A Greateful Man/Reflections of a grateful man about the adventures and mis-adventures of living, loving, and learning” Russ’ hope is that you will experience truth and kindness in his writing, and that it will remind you of the greatness and goodness within yourself and others. He is one of the most humble, caring individuals that I know. This sense of caring is in every post. In a typical Russ fashion recently he asked not to be be “awarded” as he was working to find balance for his time he spent on-line. This nomination is to let others know the joy I find following his writings.

Recently in one of his postings Russ wrote that he is attempting to remind himself that EVERY moment is precious, as once it is gone so is a part of his life that I’ll never get back and that he is working on creating a lifetime of memory-making moments. He certainly is for me. Thank you Russ

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To hear the falling world

“Only if I move my arm a certain way,
it comes back.
Or the way the light bends in the trees
this time of year,
so a scrap of sorrow, like a bird, lights on the heart.
I carry this in my body, seed
in an unswept corner, husk-encowled and seeming safe.
But they guard me, these small pains,
from growing sure
of myself and perhaps forgetting.”

~ Jane Hirshfield

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