Drink with me?

[Oblimo]

I'm in such a funk.

Maybe we can start a sing-along.

Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sip,
I would not change for thine.

I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear
Not of itself, but thee.

 

[Guest]

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[snowy ciara]

"Drink with me, to days gone by.
sing with me the songs we knew.
Here's to pretty girls who went to our heads
Here's to witty girls who went to our beds
Here's to them and here's to you


Drink with me to days gone by,
Can it be you fear to die?
Will the world remember you when you fall?
Could it be your death means nothing at all?
Is your life just one more lie?

drink with me to days gone by
to the life that used to be
at the shrine of friendship never say die
let the wine of friendship never run dry
here's to you and here's to me."

Les Miz grabs me...

 

[Oblimo]

I've sung that.

All-State and then Vassar Choir, Bass II.

Thank you, O.

Feel better, sarahh.

 

[Guest]

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[Lisa Denton]

How about "Why don't we get drunk and screw?"

Um, I don't drink.

But I like the song.

Can we just play that in the background whilst we get screwed and screw?

I'll bring the strap-on.

 

[Guest]

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[rgraham666]

I'll bring the riding crop, the blindfold, the nipple clamps, the wrist restraints, the -

I should just bring the whole friggin' magic suitcase, shouldn't I?

Don't forget the extra batteries this time.

 

[Guest]

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[rgraham666]

Oh, Rob.

Ever the practical man.

But if you were there too, we wouldn't even need the suitcase.

You know me so well.

 

[cantdog]

Skylark

1941 Hoagy Carmichael and Johnny Mercer

Skylark
Have you anything to say to me
Won't you tell me where my love can be
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone's waiting to be kissed

Oh skylark
Have you seen a valley green with spring
Where my heart can go a-journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom-covered lane

And in your lonely flight
Have you heard the music in the night
Wonderful music
Faint as a will o' the wisp
Crazy as a loon
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon

Oh skylark
I don't know if you can find these things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see them anywhere
Won't you lead me there
Oh skylark
Won't you lead me there
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[cantdog]

Mercer's lyrics are superb. They placed vowels carefully in those days.