Elvis Fu Wrote:
Forget all that "Giving Tree" dogshit, and take a moment to pay respects to a hell of a songwriter and creative mind.
As a father, I fell in love with that "
Giving Tree shit" all over again. It is a helluva story and it just gets me -- every time.
And I have never stopped appreciating his children's poetry. In fact, "Poor Angus" was a selection we had read at our wedding:
Quote:
POOR ANGUS
Oh what do you do, poor Angus,
When hunger makes you cry?
"I fix myself an omelet, sir,
Of fluffy clouds and sky."
Oh what do you wear, poor Angus,
When winds blow down the hills?
"I sew myself a warm cloak, sir,
Of hope and daffodils."
Oh who do you love, poor Angus,
When Catherine's left the moor?
"Ah, then, sir, then's the only time
I feel I'm really poor."
And yeah... I pay my respects to Shel; a true quadruple threat -- music, poetry, prose, drawings and paintings.
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Paul Caporino of M.O.T.O. Wrote:
I've recently noticed that all the unfortunate events in the lives of blues singers all seem to rhyme... I think all these tragedies could be avoided with a good rhyming dictionary.