come what may

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say

I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do

Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

by Colin Hay


the start of the year doesn't bore well with my head unfortunately...

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musicals... the way they waltz you away into the world of angelic music, of spectacular dances, into a realm where everything floats gently along with the whims of your mind...

a realm where no one touches you but the tinted scent of promise...

a realm where love, beauty and anger is sung, never spoken; waltzed, never walked; shone, never just lit; touched, and never just a feeling...

i think i just miss singing.