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My husband was fooling around with some music, and it kind of struck a chord in me (no pun intended, I swear), so I wrote lyrics to it. Tonight, we sang it for Serena, and she put a harmony to it.

A few months ago, she couldn't sing a harmony while someone else was singing. Now, she's figuring out her own.

The whole song is on Facebook.

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we solved the puzzles of the world
used to have those kinds of talks
traversed a hundred thousand miles
in one-hour autumn walks

but I’m not much for talking these days
I don’t have much to say
I’m not much for walking these days
except to walk away

so close your eyes—and you will see as far as I can see
I close my eyes because I hate to see how far I am how far I am

you’d strum a dozen favorite tunes
I’d sing along with all of them
we’d watch a comedy or two
on Sunday mornings in the den

but I’m not much for singing, these days
the notes are kind of strained
and I’m not much for laughing, these days
I’m feeling rather drained

so close your eyes—and you will see as far as I can see
I close my eyes because I hate to see how far I am how far I am

I pour the coffee from the pot
I wipe the spills and fold the sheets
I sweep the floors and make the beds
count down the heart’s infernal beats

yeah, I’m not much for thinkin’ these days
the thoughts are kind of grey
and I’m too long for livin’ these days
but I can’t walk away

so close your eyes—and you will see as far as I can see
I close my eyes because I hate to see how far I am how far I am

from me

Our high school stage was somewhat lacking in "serious" material during the 84-85 school year. We seemed to be doing a lot of light comedy. So I by God corrected that — and then some! Here I am performing "The Grave" by Don McLean, accompanied by the talented Gisela Westwater on guitar.

This song was something of a challenge as we couldn't find sheet music. I sung the lyrics as I heard them, and Gisela somehow managed to transcribe the chords by ear. I was pretty happy with my performance on at least one of the nights, if you can use the word "happy" in conjunction with a song like "The Grave."

I really have no idea what the audience made of this.

All School Revue
Greenwood, 1985