2005-11-16 “If I Could Read Your Mind”

Mid week change — I missed last weekend, and this weekend is going to be just as hectic, so I’m doing a mid-week version of the Song of the Week!

 

The last few weeks (err, months) have been very busy on the home front. We’ve been busy trying to simultaneously (a) fix up our old house to put on the market, (b) keep up with the construction of a new house, (c) deal with my wife’s relapse of the Lyme disease she had several years ago, (d) squeeze in time to spend with “the fam”ily, (e) and still have time to work, sleep and check the newsgroups.

 

Then, throw in with that the lingering effects of hurricanes (Jeff M.), and surgery (Frank M.), and children (Gavin S.), and before long, we realize we need help from above! Henry David Thoreau once wrote that we “lead lives of quiet desperation!”. Do I hear an ‘Amen’?

So, at times like this, I like to unwind with some soft music, and let my mind relax.
So, let’s go back to 1970 and listen to some Gordon Lightfoot, and the first song I played on my guitar to serenade and woo my then girlfriend and now wife!

If You Could Read My Mind
aka If You Could Fix My Disks



or a bad version (30 second clip) of it here: http://www.cinekolossal.com/noir/2000/wonderland/track.wav


If you could fix my disks, now
What a tale my files could tell.
Just like an old time backup
The one where the tapes would fail.

In a darkened room, working way too long
With spare parts ’round my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I have files that you can’t see.

If I could block your spams, now
What a tale those logs could tell.
Just like a paper back novel
The kind of junk some stores will sell.
Then you find your mail
Has been quarantined,
But that would not be mean,
Cause filters often fail
But you won’t read that mail again
Because the ending’s just too hard to take!

I’d walk away like an MVP
Who gets burned in a threeway post.
Enter number two:
A spammer king,  to play the scene
Of sending all the junk mail down to me.

But for now, love, let’s be real;
I never thought it could be this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it.
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the spams aren’t gone
And I just can’t get it fixed.

If you could read my blogs, love
What a tale those posts could tell.
Just like an old time web site,
Writing things that we know well
With a firewall, and our filter on,
We blocks those pop up ads.
But stories always end


And if you read between the lines
You’d know that I’m just tryin’ to understand

the filterss that you lack.
I never thought I could feel this way
And I’ve got to say that I just don’t get it.
I don’t know where we went wrong
But the spams aren’t gone
And I think I’ve just got hacked!!


Kevin Weilbacher [SBS-MVP]
“The days pass by so quickly now, the nights are seldom long”

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