When I was in school, I played it so much that I wore out two copies of his Souvenirs album:
That picture of him, with his long hair, sitting on a rocking chair was just a quiet kind of sexy.
Loved his music.
Loved his voice.
Dan Fogelberg died yesterday.
Thanks Dan.
Same Old Lang Syne
Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried
We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totalled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged
We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car
We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness but neither one knew how
She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie
I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw doubt or gratitude
She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly but the traveling was hell
We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness but neither one knew how
We drank a toast to innocence, we drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence, another 'auld lang syne'
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out and I watched her drive away
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned in to rain...
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i loved dan's music also, and especially this song. he had a beautiful voice. that song can make me tear up when i hear it, and now, probably even more.
rip dan.
It's sad when the people who made our youth magical go away. I am particularly sad knowing that our children will go through the same feelings in their own Time.
R
That's one of my favorite old songs, always makes me sad but in a good way.
i was crushed when jim croce died. i played "time in a bottle" over and over and over and over. i love that song. i was so young yet that song really struck a chord with me.
You are really boring lately. You just don't have the same get up and go go with this blog as you used to. I hope Emma gets her groove back soon. - blu
blu, you've posted about 50 million times now that I'm either grouchy or my posts aint what they used to be. I get it--now you can move on.
You have yourself a good Christmas
i shook my groove thing over the weekend, and it is still sore.
it ain't what it is cracked up to be.
Well, don't shoot the messenger! -blu
that song, what a time travel trip -- thanks!
:)
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