Title: Music Club - "Summer Breeze" - Seals and Croft 1974 Source:
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As Autumn leaves fall, we say goodbye to the Summer of 2006. Thinking of Summer songs, this seemed to come to mind. :) Who knows if New Years Day 2007, will usher in the United States again.
OMG .. Natalie Merchant is one of my favorite singers. I've followed her music since her days with 10,000 Maniacs.. thanks!
Same here.
Remember Trouble me?
What I am is What I am?? ---(I don't know, too many things, I know what I know, if you know that that means.......... Philosophy, on the top of a cereal box...Religion, ...)
One of my favorites by her!! I think I remember this set.. I *think* it was aired as one of those "By Request" shows... It just seems familiar, and along the time of UnPlugged phenom.
Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle from a Friend Called Felicity
During that summer When unicorns were still possible; When the purpose of knees Was to be skinned; When shiny horse chestnuts (Hollowed out Fitted with straws Crammed with tobacco Stolen from butts In family ashtrays) Were puffed in green lizard silence While straddling thick branches Far above and away From the softening effects Of civilization;
During that summer-- Which may never have been at all; But which has become more real Than that one that was-- Watermelons ruled.
Thick pink imperial slices Melting frigidly on sun-parched tongues Dribbling from chins; Leaving the best part, The black bullet seeds, To be spit out in rapid fire Against the wall Against the wind Against each other;
And when the ammunition was spent, There was always another bite: It was a summer of endless bites, Of hungers quickly felt And quickly forgotten With the next careless gorging.
The bites are fewer now. Each one is savored lingeringly, Swallowed reluctantly.
But in a jar put up by Felicity, The summer which maybe never was Has been captured and preserved. And when we unscrew the lid And slice off a piece And let it linger on our tongue: Unicorns become possible again.