He suggested this song by Glen Campbell. I actually think it should win a much more prestigious award: Songs That Are So Fromage You Decide to Go Vegan. Oh my days. How can one find jerkiness in lyrics that are just so overwhelmingly horrible? Thank God my dad is here to share these things with me. LOVE IT.
Highlights:But do read those last two verses in full (after the videos), cause they're a worse of cheese-art.
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a rustling
Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman's cryin' to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin'
Cracklin' caldron in some train yard
My beard a rustling, cold towel, and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round the tin can
I pretend to hold you to my breast and find
That you're waiting from the backroads
By the rivers of my memories
Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind
2 comments:
But ... but ... it's so romantical.
Fair enough. Voltaire did say anything too stupid to be spoken is sung.
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