…all my blues have blown away (oopah ooh yeah-yeah).
Up and out. Boom. It would be fine if I wasn’t having a bad face day. I need a miracle cure. Or just one of these – a rather fancy (and useful on days like these) headpiece, I’m sure you’ll agree:
Busy, busy Saturday. Rainy too. And all I want to do is read my book. Sylvie had it all, didn’t she?
Up and out. Sleepy eyes. Oh, how I wish I could go flower picking instead…
Bob Dylan by Richard Avedon. Enough said.
Discovered a song I’d never heard before on the Herman’s Hermits record I bought t’other day. Little Miss Sorrow. Cyclically, hauntingly lovely.
Sing to me, bring to me,
Every sweet thing to me, sunshine.
Run away, laugh and play,
Talk away hours with me.
Toy bells, pretty tunes,
Sun and moon shine through my window.
Magic sound, turn around,
Spinning down onto me.
Oh little miss sorrow,
Oh child of tomorrow,
Won’t you follow me?
That should be enough to make you want to find/listen/love it.
(Below…little miss sorrow?)
hello, i’m logsy. this is my blogsy.
this is one of my favourite sleeves.
and as for the song.
well.
find/listen/love it.
