I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, December 15, 2011

For Jim, because



We know how much Jim Wright loves this song. (Grokked from ticia42)

4 comments:

Nathan said...

Everything's better when covered by Muppets!

Carol Elaine said...

Yes, Nathan, yes it is.

Phiala said...

It's a traditional Ukrainian New Year's (ie spring) song about sheep.

What's not to like?

Oh, right, the silly Christmas lyrics tacked on to a perfectly good tune in the 1930s.

Steve Buchheit said...

Everything is better when covered by Muppets. Well, except maybe toast. Muppets may be better than butter, but they're not as good as marmalade.

Phiala, now I have the image of Cossacks riding across the stepps singing like Beaker and the Swedish Chef.

Me. me me me. Me me me me.