Entry Submitted by Star Gazon at 4:57 AM EDT on June 2, 2017
It is said that 'Guests should never out-stay their Welcome'; of courrse, Family ARE Always Welcome ! Well, well my dear friend ... you Just "Don't Get It".
WE ARE FAMILY HERE ! ! ! We got each others "Six". (Backside)
Just as fish begin to stink after three days and must be thrown out perhaps this Good Bye song will help ease your departure ...
In the words of an old time favorite song by Woody Guthrie,
So long it's been good to know You . . .
As we all most sincerely DO bid you farewell.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqiblXFlZuk
Its sad that you have chosen not be more respectful and less confrontational, perhaps you might have then endeared yourself to us and become Family.
Buh Bye Nick ... do well always, just please go do it elsewhere. .
Thanks Anyway.
MLA,
Star Gazon
The ONE Who LOOKS Be'yond
LYRICS TO:
So Long, Its Been Good To Know Yuh
(Dusty Old Dust)
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
I've sung this song, but I'll sing it again,
Of the place that I lived on the wild windy plains,
In the month called April, county called Gray,
And here's what all of the people there say:
CHORUS:
So long, it's been good to know yuh;
So long, it's been good to know yuh;
So long, it's been good to know yuh.
This dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home,
And I got to be driftin' along.
A dust storm hit, an' it hit like thunder;
It dusted us over, an' it covered us under;
Blocked out the traffic an' blocked out the sun,
Straight for home all the people did run,
Singin':
CHORUS
We talked of the end of the world, and then
We'd sing a song an' then sing it again.
We'd sit for an hour an' not say a word,
And then these words would be heard:
CHORUS
Sweethearts sat in the dark and sparked,
They hugged and kissed in that dusty old dark.
They sighed and cried, hugged and kissed,
Instead of marriage, they talked like this:
"Honey..."
CHORUS
Now, the telephone rang, an' it jumped off the wall,
That was the preacher, a-makin' his call.
He said, "Kind friend, this may the end;
An' you got your last chance of salvation of sin!"
The churches was jammed, and the churches was packed,
An' that dusty old dust storm blowed so black.
Preacher could not read a word of his text,
An' he folded his specs, an' he took up collection,
Said:
So long, it's been good to know yuh;
So long, it's been good to know yuh;
So long, it's been good to know yuh.
This dusty old dust is a-gettin' my home,
And I got to be driftin' along.
