Monday, June 21, 2010

behind blue eyes



If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come thru the music,
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,

Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air. 


Robert Hunter 





5 comments:

TomCat said...

Jim, her eyes are magnetic. Wow!

Want to play some fantasy football? PP is forming a league.

Anijo said...

Yo Jim. Seems that you've lost the mood for blogging. I know the feeling.

okjimm said...

TC..... No fantasy football. I am losing my ringer.... my son is moving to Portland and I would be lost doing football without him.

Jo.... Nope. Just lost a lot of time. Real life, whatever that is, keeps gettin in the way.

Anijo said...

Ya, as opposed to not so real life, what that might be

Mauigirl said...

Love this song...

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