What the rabbit saw. Its like a grand mirror….

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The sun is not there (it looks like sun!)(its not)
The sun hides behind the thick grey swathe of frozen cloud behind me
It can’t be seen…. it sulks perhaps
Still clawing upward trying to wake
Calling out loud
No one notices
So there it stays….
This thing I see is a sweep of reflected light
(from that hidden sun…slipping through as magic does)
On the other side of the field
I think it’s a miracle……
And that rabbit watched with me!
Gill McGrath (at 7. 20 am) Diary 25 November

Sherry? Naah! I don’t drink Sherry. Don’t wanna come out tonight….

Not even if it was my birthday!  I’d rather have the money…… !   well that’s my words……

sing along with Frankie Vali And The Four Seasons to these words……

Sherry, Sherry, baby
Sherry, Sherry, baby
Sherry, baby
Sherry can you come out tonight
Sherry, baby
Sherry can you come out tonight

(Why don’t you come out)
To my twist party
(Come out)
Where the bright moon shines
(Come out)
We’ll dance the night away
I’m gonna make-a you mine

Sherry, baby
Sherry, can you come out tonight
(Come, come, come out tonight)
(Come, come, come out tonight)
You better ask your mama
Tell her everything is all right

(Why don’t you come out)
With your red dress on
(Come out)
You look so fine
(Come out)
Move it nice and easy
Girl, you make me lose my mind

Sherry, baby
Sherry, can you come out tonight
(Come, come, come out tonight)
(Come, come, come out tonight)


Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/frankie-valli-the-four-seasons/sherry-baby-lyrics/#DOcL6zXVBxmYKWc8.99

Streets of London……Ralph McTell

The 4 minutes song sung by Ralph McTell shows real street scenes and people of London followed by a brief talk about how he came to write this simple haunting song. It was sung by guitar players even before hitting the charts in 1974 and many people learning to play the guitar today still start with this one……

Streets Of London

Have you seen the old man,
In the closed down market,
Picking up the papers,
With his worn out shoes,
In his eyes you see no pride,
And hanging loosely at his side,
Yesterdays paper,
Telling yesterdays news,
So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine,
Well let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind,And have you seen the old dear,
Who walks the streets of London,
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags,
She’s no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking,
Carrying her home,
In two carrier bags,
So how can you tell me you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t,
Well let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind,And in the all night cafe,
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man,
Sitting there on his own,
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
And each tea lasts an hour,
And he wanders home alone,
So how can you tell me that you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine,
Well let me take you by the hand,
And lead you through the streets of London,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind,And have you seen the old man,
Outside the seaman’s mission,
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears,
And in the winter city,
The rain cries a little pity,
One more forgotten hero,
And a World that doesn’t care,
So how can you tell me that you’re lonely,
And say for you that the sun don’t shine,
Well let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London,
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.
Note: see Suchled’s response to this song  in the replies below. The link there will take you to his blog.