Can't! Do! French! ....thud.

[sigerson]

It's so sunny and bright outside.

A little Irving Berlin for you.

Every time I see a puppy
On a summer's day
A puppy dog at play
My heart is filled with envy
That's why I'm in such a hurry
To pass the time away
Like the pup, I'm all fed up, and
Though it's wrong to be, I long to be

Lazy
I wanna be lazy
I'm longing to lay in the sun
With no work to be done
Under that awning
They call the sky
Stretching and yawning
And let the world go drifting by
I wanna peep
Through the deep
Tangled wildwood
Counting sheep
'Til I sleep
Like a child would
With a great big valise full
Of books to read where it's peaceful
While I'm killing time, being lazy.


ETA: Of course, an hour later I'm still in the basement computer lab, eagerly planning...to spend the next three hours in the basement of another library. I might think about yearning for outside, but that won't keep me from the glowy box with all the answers.

Comments

[shellaby.livejournal.com]

It's easier not to see the summer day when you're in the heart of a dark climate-controlled office tower and can't see the outside!

[sigerson.livejournal.com]

Umm...Good? Avoid temptation?

[shellaby.livejournal.com]

Yup, pretty much!

[cybersattva.livejournal.com]

Your new icon combined with this response is a thing of pure beauty.

[sal-sal.livejournal.com]

That song always just makes me think of Dad and how he used to sing it all the time.

[sigerson.livejournal.com]

Used to? Dang, we need to get more Priscilla Herdman to him, stat! Bust out the LPs, baby!

[sal-sal.livejournal.com]

Lately he just sings some song about Nelson Mandela.

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

Hm. Right, give me 20cc Stan Rogers and a saline drip of Paul Simon. If things get worse, we'll have to break out Pancho and Lefty.

[sigerson.livejournal.com]

Our dad is in serious need of a funk transplant.