Next on CD...
 

Dig this girl. Talent. Very sexy. She's got the "it" factor.

Of course, she is singing about me ; ) ... LAST ONE, I PROMISE
 

Yes, I listen to this shit, and I love it.
 

I liked Puck's version of "The Lady is a Tramp" better... in fact, I was listening to it in the car on the way home from work today!!

So damned Talented !!!!
 

I'm listening to my boss type while talking with a customer - and I wish I was listening to the waves hitting the beach or the wind in the trees *sighs*

At least it is FRIDAY!

*walks to the kitchenette and gets another cup of coffee* :bringcoffee:

awesome mash-up version by SNC!
 

Pippin
 

February, 2011, Somerset NJ, a local theater company is performing "Pippin," which is in my top three Broadway musicals ever...

Can't wait!

Poor John (The Wounded Healer)
(Faupel)

Well I've watched the winter sunset
I've seen Cernwn lead the hunt across the sky
I've made love with Aphrodite
I've drunk deeply from the well of Woden's eye

And Poor John is a river
Poor John is a stream
Poor John is the shaper of a long-forgotten dream
Poor John is a prophet
Poor John is a priest
Poor John is a wounded healer waiting for release
And I fear him
I can't go near him
Poor John is up there and I'm down here

Well I've made friends in high places
And I've danced within the circles of the sun
And I've sipped the black still water
In the canyons 'neath the world where I began

And Poor John is an acorn
Poor John is a leaf
Poor John had a fleeting glimpse, but it was all too brief
Poor John is a mountain
Poor John is a ledge
Poor John is a desperate hero, dancing on the edge
And he scares me
His world ensnares me
Poor John is up there and I'm down here

Everybody knows Poor John
Everyone say he's real gone
Sleeping in the sun too long, Poor John
I don't know but I've been told
Faerie food can steal your soul
Breathless body sleeping cold, Poor John

After winter's isolation
I can find emancipation in the spring
On that dark and distant island
I can wander while the sirens softly sing

And Poor John is on fire
Poor John is a flame
Poor John is a tightrope walker, lucid then insane
Poor John is unhappy
Poor John is alone
Poor John is a weary traveler trying to get back home
And I see him
But I won't be him
Poor John is up there and I'm down here

If that involves no butter.....fuck off.