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Personal Theme Song and Why

Blues=Life 31 Dec 02 - 07:55 AM
Bat Goddess 31 Dec 02 - 08:11 AM
wilco 31 Dec 02 - 10:02 AM
Jim Krause 31 Dec 02 - 10:57 AM
Amos 31 Dec 02 - 11:36 AM
Clinton Hammond 31 Dec 02 - 11:50 AM
Cluin 31 Dec 02 - 12:11 PM
Allan C. 31 Dec 02 - 12:24 PM
*daylia* 31 Dec 02 - 12:38 PM
Sooz 31 Dec 02 - 12:57 PM
fat B****rd 31 Dec 02 - 03:20 PM
fat B****rd 31 Dec 02 - 03:29 PM
GUEST 31 Dec 02 - 05:54 PM
Stephen L. Rich 01 Jan 03 - 01:23 AM
catspaw49 01 Jan 03 - 05:32 AM
Benjamin 01 Jan 03 - 05:50 AM
Sandra in Sydney 01 Jan 03 - 07:23 AM
Allan C. 01 Jan 03 - 08:09 AM
Tweed 01 Jan 03 - 08:23 AM
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Subject: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Blues=Life
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 07:55 AM

As we approach the New Year, it is time to look at our lives and ask that most important question: If I had a theme song, what would it be and why? *G*

Personally, I use the blues classic "Built For Comfort". I thought this song was funny when I first heard it at 22. Now that I'm 42, it's become MY song.

Some folks are built like this,
Some folks are built like that,
but the way I'm built, now don't you call me fat!
I'm built for comfort, baby, ain't built for speed.
I got everything that a good girl ever needs.

Dive in folks, and Happy New Year!

Blues


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Bat Goddess
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 08:11 AM

I guess mine is "Aunt Clara" -- at least that's what everyone thinks of when asked what "my" song is. I've been singing it for about 15 years. And (as with so many other songs in my repertoire) I always say, "Another true story" after it.

We never mention Aunt Clara
And I think that when I grow up tall
I will move to the French Riviera
And let Mother turn ME to the wall!

I moved to New Hampshire instead. ;-)

Linn


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: wilco
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 10:02 AM

Gospel tune by Hank Williams,"I'll never get out of this world alive."


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Jim Krause
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 10:57 AM

The first song that comes to mind is Blackjack Davey

Oh, Blackjack Davey came a-riding down the road
Whistling so merry
Made the woods all around him ring
And he charmed the heart of a lady
He charmed the heart of a lady.

Worked for me. Been happily married for over 23 years.
Jim


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Amos
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 11:36 AM

I am torn between "The Star Spangled Banner" and "The Times They Are a Changing", with "Frog Went A Courtin'" and "Wonder WHere I'm Bound" as runners up....

A


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Clinton Hammond
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 11:50 AM

The first one that leaps to mind is "People My Age Have Started Looking Gross", by John Gorka


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Cluin
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 12:11 PM

Garnet Rogers' "What's Wrong With This Picture" is coming to hit home more and more.


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Allan C.
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 12:24 PM

At this particular moment the song that speaks to me is "Navajo Trail".

I love to lie and listen to the music
When the wind is strummin' a sagebrush guitar
While over yonder hill the moon is climbing
It always finds me wishin' on a star...


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: *daylia*
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 12:38 PM

Amos "The Times They Are A-Changin" is MINE! Can we share?

Then again, maybe "Dream On" by Aerosmith would work -

   "Every time I look in the mirror - all these lines on my face getting clearer ...."

Or perhaps "Silver Threads Among the Gold"? (Well, more brown than gold...)

Hey this is agin' me! Think I'll just stick to "ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE ... Da dadada dah ..."

daylia


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Sooz
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 12:57 PM

Brian Bedford's "Too Old To Care" will do for me.


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: fat B****rd
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 03:20 PM

Mose Alison's "When Is Becomes Was"........sob...


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: fat B****rd
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 03:29 PM

Sorry......forgot the "Why"part of this thread.just.......because...that's why.


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: GUEST
Date: 31 Dec 02 - 05:54 PM

Take me back, there, take me way back there

Take me back, take me back, take me back

Take me way, way, way back, way back

To when, when I understood


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Stephen L. Rich
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 01:23 AM

Blues=Life,

    That lyric reminds me of an old Victor Buono gag:

    "At first they called it 'baby fat' and said that it would burn off in adolescence. Now that I am middle-aged it is evident that it has not burned off, is not about to burn off, and any attempt to burn it off would constitute a public fire hazard!"

    I don't have a "theme song" as such. If, however, I try to leave the stage of any venue that knows me without singing Tom Dundee's song "These Cowboys" I'll have Hell to pay. Sometimes these choices are made by long association by your audience with a given song more than anything else.

Stephen Lee


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: catspaw49
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 05:32 AM

Well, I tell ya'...........a lot of you were around for one or more of my medical problems and this Patrick Sky song seems to hit the nail on the head. I hope to keep singing it for many more years:

Now I'm just a plain old country hick,
And I don't mean to make you sick,
But I got a few words that I'd like to say.
It's about this undertaker man
Who told me that he had a plan
To put me in the ground on Lay-A-Way.


Well it all started couple year ago
When I met this Doctor in O-hi-o
Who told me that I really had it bad.
He said, "Son, your veins is turning blue
And Emphysema is a killin' you."
And he said, at most, three months is all I had.


Now friends as you can plainly see,
That scared the HELL right outa' me
And for a month or so I really had the Blues.
Then one fine day I took a look
And sure enough in my phone book
I saw this sign that says,"Come In and Choose."


"Joe's Undertaker's"..We have Lots,
Of Coffins, Grass, and Burial Plots,
We fix faces back the way they came.
Formaldehyde and Alchohol
We'll pickle you, one and all (or "in Haldecol")
Black or White, to us you're all the same.


So I went in and sat right down
And pretty soon this man came 'round,
Said he'd like to take some measurements.
So I looks at him and says, "Okay"
He starts measurin' right away,
Measures up 6300 dollars and 19 cents!


Now friends, as you can plainly see,
I'm as healthy as any boy could be.
And that Doctor he just sits and wonders why.
So I look at him and I say, "Doc,"
"I know this comes as quite a shock,
But the truth is, I just can't afford to die."


Spaw


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Benjamin
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 05:50 AM

Right now, Sky Writer as performed by Art Garfunkel (written by Jimmy Webb) seems to be it.


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 07:23 AM

"Waltzing with Bears" by Dr Suess & lots of others, the song just grows.

Why? - I like bears, teddies, polar bears, brown bears, black bears, grizzlies, moon bears, etc etc etc! I collect them & make 'em. Two of my friends dedicate this song to me when they sing it.

Last year I made my version of Uncle Walter & the Raggy, Baggy & Shaggy bears. I have since been sent a copy of the cover of the original Dr Suess book & will one day copy those pics.

sandra


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Allan C.
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 08:09 AM

New day, new year and new song - my theme song varies. Today it is "In My Life".

All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Tweed
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 08:23 AM

Salt of the Earth by the Rolling Stones.
I don't know why but I catch it buzzing around in my cashew sized brain all the time, and I reckon it could therefore be considered as my personal theme song. Yes,yes and yes these guys are the greatest rock and roll band on earth but that doesn't make 'em bad song writers ;~)

Salt of the Earth


Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let's drink to the uncounted heads
Let's think of the wavering millions
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

And when I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and black and white
They don't look real to me
Or don't they look so strange

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Let's drink to the two thousand million
Let's think of the humble of birth   

(with apologies to Max for the lengthy byte gobbleing cut and paste)


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: maire-aine
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 09:09 AM

Will you still need me, will you still feed me
When I'm sixty-four.


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Uncle_DaveO
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 09:10 PM

When I was in my teens and twenties, around fifty years ago, I had spectacular lack of success with the girls, and I was positively
awash in self-pity. I loved then and I love now this song,
The Nightingale Sings .


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Genie
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 09:21 PM

Well, mine change from day to day, but I've been thinking a lot recently about adopting one of the following as my theme song:

"Get Up And Go" (sung by The Weavers)
"Growing Older But Not Up" (Jimmy Buffett)
"Help! I'm Turning Into My Mother!" (sung, I think, by Motherlode)

Genie


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Deckman
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 09:41 PM

Uncle Dave O ... The Nightingale has been one of my MOST favorite songs for 50 years! (true). Now days, I'm very partial to Gordon Bok's "Blackbird":

Blackbird, blackbird, flyin' late,
Grease in the pot and ash in the grate,
The bottle's empty, my head is sore,
I don't know where I've been before,
Bar your gate and shut the door,
The Blackbird's flyin' free.


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Amos
Date: 01 Jan 03 - 10:13 PM

DaveO --

Kikewise -- learned it from a Dyer Bennett recording when I was just a teen and have sung it ever since.

These days I seem to get drawn more often toKing of Mercy Canyon, and Nightrider's Lament, though! :>)

A


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Uncle Jaque
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 12:11 PM

"The Impossible Dream"

        It seems that about as long as I can remember, I've identified with the old "Don Q."-man.

        Most of my adult life has been spent in advocacy, in one form or another,for the dienfranchised, marginalized, and powerless against the various institutions of power and influence which tend to keep them / us in our place and use us to advance their own agenda.

        When I see folks, especially kids and the "disadvantaged" (like the "Mentally Retarded" people I worked with for about 13 years)being used as pawns by a bunch of politicians and beuraucrats in a scheme to enrich and furthur empower themselves, I tend to get a little crazy and pick fights with those "windmills" of power against which I stand no chance of surviving, much less prevailing.

        Several careers and lots of "jobs" have been hard-won only to be lost by my unwillingness to accept "the way it is" or become part of the corruption.

        There was the NH State Police; usually in trouble for not writing enough summonses or giving too many "breaks" to people, We were discretey told who to stop and who not to on the basis of campaign contributions to the incumbent Governor at the time.

        My badge was not for sale.

        Then the Captain of the SWAT Team took me aside one night and confided in me;
"Clarkey; you're such a nice guy that you're going to get your brains blown out some night".

        He was probably right.
After 5 1/2 years I took the hint and turned in the badge and the S&W M-66 .357 Magnum. I was ready; burned to a crisp mentally and physically... but it hurt just the same to see a Dream die.

        We tried opening a Family Business in Maine with my In-Laws; thanks to the oil crisis and the Carter inflation explosion, that went belly-up after only two years and Wife Sue worked over 11 years just to pay off our debts. We were too damn proud to go Chapter 11.

        I managed to last 3 years as a Security Guard, but was passed over for promotion and eventually laid off when the construction job was over. It seems that I held the wrong people accountable for a few things.

        The "Milkman" career was rather short, and a dismal failure.

        Somewhere along the way I got Religion, and thought I might have a "calling" to the Christian Ministry. Wife having had about enough of that foolishness let me know on no uncertain terms that she was not about to be a Preacher's Wife. Besides; given my proclivity to call 'em like I see 'em and let the chips fall where they may (usually right back down on my head), that was likely to be a disaster as well.

        She was probably right.

        So, having acquired an interest in Psychology and a couple of College courses under my belt (I had dropped out of high school in 1966 hoping to go to VietNam and get myself killed in somewhat of a patriotic manner; failing that, I got my GED) I took a job that few wanted; as an Aide in a State Mental Institution for the Mentally Retarded.

        That was a "Ministry" more than a "Job" to be sure; I didn't think I was going to last the first week. But I prayed my way through every day and hung in there for over 12 years.

        After clawing my way to an Associate's Degree in Human Services, with a major in Developmental Disabilities, I was able to transfer out to the "Infant Development Center", doing Case Management in actual Social Work - working with Families of children with "Special Needs" in Southern Maine, doing something which I was an enthusiastic proponent of: "Early Intervention".

After developing a rapport with about 30 children and Families, however, I was found somehow lacking by the Management and sent packing back to work the night shift at Pineland Center. It seems that certain problems are required in order to maintain and grow lucrative beuraucracies, and we don't really want to solve them.
For some reason, pragmatists just don't fit in all that well. Besides, one is expected to have a certain political perspective in this field, and as I quickly learned, alternative opinions are not well tolerated.

Telling those Parents and kids who had come to trust and rely on me that I would not be coming back was like having to shoot my horse. About 30 of them.

        With a heart now thouroughly shredded, I returned to cleaning up the messes and trying to keep the insane from killing and eating each other.

        The windmill really did a job on me that time.

        Back in the institution, I saw Patients eating meat that had roaches running out of it as it was served and muffins with flies baked onto them, while "Administrators" took home over $100K a year and lived in luxury. When a Federal Inspector (ICF, for those of you in the business) asked me how things were going, I told her. A couple of hours later I was being reprimanded in the Superintendant's Office for my "bad attitude", and the reprimand joined others in my personell file. They had lots of company in there, and there is no doubt that I was being set up to be fired when at last my back caved in from all of the lifting of handicapped people and I was essentially disabled for about two years while in rehab.
After being unable to return to work for a year, I was "let go". Shortly thereafter they closed the place down.

        As best I could, I worked on getting my body and head back together; by then I had been diagnosed with chronic, clinical depression and Attentional Disorder, for which I will probably be on medication and struggle with for the rest of my life.

        Trying to get back into service to the "Developmantally Disabled" (Label Du Jour) I hired on as a Residential Director of a Group Home. When the Residents arrived, I knew right away that they were all inappropriate for such an environment (one was elderly and not supposed to climb stairs; the only bathroom in the place was upstairs). Some were violent, another was an Arsonist, placed in a 19th Century restored Farmhouse. When they got there, all they had was their clothes in paper grocery bags and a mattress on the floor to sleep on. No blankets. No clothes hangers. I brought in some furniture and a TV that I had around the house or salvaged from the dump; As "Director" I had no discretionalry budget for such luxuries.
The Owner, by the way, was driving around in a new Volvo.
And I was working an average of 16 hours a day.

        When the Regional Director of Mental Health and Retardation (what they called it then- it's changed since to be more PC) called and asked how things were going, I told him. (I was really "P'd").
Within two days I was again unemployed.

        That windmill didn't waste much time on me at all.

        Then there was the "Educational Technician" gig with Elementary School "Special Education" kids. I loved it; I loved them - but they were a challenge.

        One little girl who had been sexually abused and badly damaged was regularly subjected to regular abuse and harassment from a little boy, whose vocabulary and demeanor towards females of any age or size was both revolting and aggressive. The classroom was regularly a battle zone in which no learning of any substance was apt to occur.

        It seemed to me that this would simply not do, so in conjunction with the Classroom Teacher I developed a very effective behavior modification strategy / program for the little guy. His divorced Parents didn't like their "baby" being held accountable for anything, however, and there was some political turmoil; they even tried to falsely accuse me of abuse, but could not make it stick. That is, however, one of the more reliable ways to ruin a male Teacher's career - if not his life - regardless of any basis in fact in the accusition.
Other teachers were amazed at the improvement of the boy's behavior, and not only he, but the little girl and the other students in his class were able to actually start learning something for a change.

        I was supposed to continue the next School year with these kids and keep up the good work...
It wasn't until 2 weeks before School was to open the next year that I got my termination notice in the mail from a Special Ed. Director whom I had never even met.
They never said why; didn't have to.

        For a while I "Subbed" at the local Schools from time to time, but my dream of being a Teacher was gone - my heart was no longer in it.

        The windmill scored another one.

        Since then I have retired from the "People Business" and only do "things" now. After about 4 years making lanterns out of copper and brass (which I rather liked) the circulation in one of my feet gave out, and after quite a bit of lost time from that, the lantern shop put me on "furlough" last June. A couple of months later I happened by to pick up my tools and met the fellow who replaced me.
So much for that "career".

        During the last Election cycle, I was politically active in an attempt to slow down the "Socio-Economic Cleansing" whereby the fixed-income elderly or lower working-class Natives are being systematically taxed off of their lands and out of their homes by the Urban Refugees (sometimes known as "Yuppies") who move in, take over, demand all of the perks of the big cities they escaped from, and soon hike the tax base up to where the Working People who grew up there can no longer afford to live in their own home town - or Home, for that matter.

So up from the ditch I pick myself, dust off the encrusted mud, manure and dog dung, collect the shattered remains of my lance and a stack of political signs, chase down my mangy old Rosinante, join and become Secretary - Treasurer of our local Party Committee, and heigh-Ho; off we tilt at another damned windmill.

        All of our local Candidates were soundly defeated, of course.

        So you get the picture; currently the score is about:

        Windmills: 67;
        Uncle Jaque: 0.

        And I don't know for sure if I'm ever going to pick myself out of this ditch to hunt down my horse and tilt another windmill...
but if I could, I probably would.

Some of us learn slow... and hard.

        http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~quixote/impossibleDream.mid

        ("The Impossible Dream" - lyrics by Joe Darion, music by Mitch Leigh)

"To dream the impossible dream,
to fight the unbeatable foe,
to bear with unbearable sorrow,
to run where the brave dare not go,
to right the unrightable wrong,
to love, pure and chaste, from afar;
to try when your arms are too weary;
to reach the unreachable star.

"This is my Quest---to follow that star,
no matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
to fight for the right without question or pause,
to be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause!

"And I know, if I'll only be true
to this glorious Quest,
that my heart will lie peaceful and calm
when I'm laid to my rest...

"And the world will be better for this;
-that one man, scorned and covered with scars,
still strove with his last ounce of courage
to reach the unreachable star."      

        No doubt about it; That's it.

Thanks, by the way, if you have bothered to read this far.


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: *daylia*
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 12:40 PM

Uncle Jaque, here's a song that helps me hope the "Impossible Dream" might just be possible after all. It was written by David Crosby and I first heard it recorded by Don Henley on the soundtrack to the motion picture "Micheal" ...

                   THROUGH YOUR HANDS

"You were dreamin' on a park bench - 'bout a broad highway somewhere,
When the music from the carillon seemed to hurl your heart out there.
Past the scientific darkness, past the fireflies that float,
To an angel bending down to wrap you in his warmest coat.

And you asked what am I not doing?
He says your voice cannot command.
But in time, you will move mountains -
It will come through your hands.

Still you argue for an option - still you anger for your case,
Like you wouldn't know a burning bush if it blew up in your face.
Still we scheme about the future, and we dream about the past,
When just a simple reaching out might build a bridge that lasts.

And you ask what am I not doing?
He says your voice cannot command.
But in time you will move mountains -
It will come through your hands.

So whatever your hands find to do you must do with all your heart.
There's thoughts enough to blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart.
                                       
There's a healing touch that finds you on that broad highway somewhere
And lifts you high as music flyin' through the angel's hair.


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Kim C
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 12:49 PM

Allan C, you read my mind. :-)


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: *daylia*
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 12:49 PM

Somehow I managed to hit the wrong 'clicky' - here's the final chorus of "Through Your Hands" - sorry about that ...

"So don't ask what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command.
In time you will move mountains
It will come through your hands.
THROUGH YOUR HANDS".

Peace and hope

daylia


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: RoyH (Burl)
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 12:55 PM

Now that we are in 2003, the year in which I reach 70 years of age, the words of Sydney Carter's 'Silver in the Stubble' seem ever more relevant.


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Subject: RE: Personal Theme Song and Why
From: Nigel Parsons
Date: 02 Jan 03 - 12:56 PM

"Simon the Cellarer"

Nigel


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