i feel so near to the howling of the wind i feel so near to the crashing of the waves i feel so near to the flowers in the field i feel so near --dougie maclean
Simon and Garfunkel A Hazy Shade of Winter New Orleans Jazzfest 2010
seasons change with the scenery weaving time in a tapestry won't you stop and remember me at any convenient time? it's funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme drinking my vodka and lime
i remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were famous your heart was a legend you told me again you preferred handsome men but for me you would make an exception and clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty you fixed yourself you said "well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music" and then you got away didn't you babe you just turned your back on the crowd you got away, i never once heard you say i need you, i don't need you i need you, i don't need you and all of that jiving around