Joni wrote:
>
> "Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
> Can set up trembling in my bones"
>
>
> "In the morning there are lovers in the street
> They look so high
> You brush against a stranger
> And you both apologize"
>
>
> "Now your kids are coming up straight
> And my child's a stranger
> I bore her
> But I could not raise her"
>
>
> "We'll wink at total strangers passing
> In morning Morgantown"
>
>
> "Oh it gets so lonely
> When you're walking
> And the streets are full of strangers"
>
>
>
> "Now a stranger takes my hand; we smile
> And the magic understands"
>
>
> "Drive your bargains
> Push your papers
> Win your medals
> Fuck your strangers
> Don't it leave you on the empty side"
>
>
> "I am a poor wayfaring stranger
> Traveling through all these highs and lows"
>
>
>
> "Don't go to strangers, darling come to me"
>
And Bob wrote the rest
And as I was reading it, I could hear the music in my head
Nice effect
Nice work, Bro!
mellowing out here before my sixers take on those big bad lakerbois ;-)
brei
np: (again!!) Yola from Eleanor McEvoy (who I will happily treat
interested jmdlers to if you write me offlist)
--
After twenty-three years you'd think I could find
A way to let you know somehow
That I want to see your smiling face
Forty-five years from now.
--Stan Rogers
