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Friday, 3 January 2003

A Very Brief Hiatus

Hi everyone, I'll be back to regular posts no later than January 12. It's a combination of working to finish my non-fiction project and that I find myself in a bit of a funk at the moment. Talk to you soon.

Posted by ginevra (link)

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Here's to the lifting of the funk. Unless you're talking "funk" as in "funkadelic," in which case I'll send you some George Clinton tracks. *g*

Posted by GreyDuck on 3 Jan 2003 16:24

Mmmm... white chocolate can cure most maladies. Have some!

Posted by Lisa on 6 Jan 2003 08:33

I'm with GreyDuck, nothing cures a funk like The Funk, i.e. Parliament, Ohio Players, and the P Funk All-Stars.

Posted by Lunchbox on 6 Jan 2003 12:19

Play that funky music, white boys!

Posted by Ginevra on 6 Jan 2003 17:18

Speaking of funky music, this song has been haunting my brain for days. All you Spongebob lovers will recognize it from the episode "Help Wanted", but few know it's an old Tiny Tim song from the 60's called "Living in the Sunlight, Loving in the Moonlight"
It's not right on many levels.

- - - - - - -

Things that bother you never bother me,
I'm as happy as pie, a-ha!
Living in the sunlight, loving in the moonlight,
Having a wonderful time.

Haven't got a lot, I don't need a lot,
Coffee's only a dime,
Living in the sunlight, loving in the moonlight,
Having a wonderful time.

Just take it from me, I'm just as free as any brother,
I do what I like, just when I like, and how I love it!

I'm right here to stay, when I'm old and gray,
I'll be right in my prime,
Living in the sunlight, loving in the moonlight,
Having a wonderful time.

I know you can see SB dancing while reading, can't you?

Posted by Lunchbox on 7 Jan 2003 08:18

So long as we're lamenting songs that just plain ain't right, the following song "Winter and my soul" from Grand Funk Railrood's 1970 album, "Grand Funk", just sort of rubs me the wrong way:

I see a pear falling down from the tree.
Winter is coming and it's plain to see.
I spend the cold nights in my lonely room.
Is it the winter to which I am doomed?

Cold is the snow that will cover the ground.
I feel the presence of tears falling down.
Is it for pity or pain that I cry?
Color is gone and the grass it must die.

Winter brings sadness that empties my soul.
Life is too short for a dog growing old.
He used to follow and play at my heels.
Love from his heart I no longer can feel.

More like Syvlia Plath than the guys who did "We're an American Band" and "High Falootin' Woman", ain't it?

Posted by Darren on 9 Jan 2003 08:02