January 8, 2005

• Spooky Music
  
  According to fatgirlpink, everybody’s got a song running in their heads today.  Here’s mine:

  Ghost Riders in the Sky

  words and music by Stan Jones

  (Lyrics and Chords)

  An old cowboy went ridin’ out one dark and windy day
  Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
  When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
  Plowin’ through the ragged skies, and up a cloudy draw

  / Am – C – / / Am – - – / F – - – Am – - – /

  Their brands were still on fire, and their hooves were made of steel
  Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel
  A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
  For he saw the riders comin’ hard, and he heard their mournful cry

  Yipie i-oh, yipie i-ay! Ghost herd in the sky

  / C – - – Am – - – F – Dm – Am – - – /

  Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred their shirts all soaked with sweat
  They’re ridin’ hard to catch that herd, but they ain’t caught ‘em yet’
  ‘Cause they’ve got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
  On horses snorting fire, as they ride on, hear their cry
    
  Yipie i-oh, yipie i-ay!  Ghost riders in the sky

  As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
  “If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
  Then cowboy change your ways today, or with us you will ride
  Tryin’ to catch the devil’s herd, across these endless skies”

  Yipie i-oh, yipie i-ay!  Ghost riders in the sky
  Ghost riders in the sky
  Ghost riders in the sky

  ---

  On a totally unrelated topic:

  The Month After Christmas…
  (anonymous)

  ‘Twas the month after Christmas,
  and all through the house
  Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
  The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste
  At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
  When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
  When I walked to the store
  (less a walk than a lumber).
  I’d remember the marvelous meals I’d prepared;
  The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,
  The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
  And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”
  As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt
  And prepared once again to do battle with dirt—
  I said to myself, as I only can
  “You can’t spend a winter disguised as a man!”
  So–away with the last of the sour cream dip,
  Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip
  Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
  “Till all the additional ounces have vanished.
  I won’t have a cookie–not even a lick.
  I’ll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
  I won’t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
  I’ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
  I’m hungry, I’m lonesome, and life is a bore—
  But isn’t that what January is for?
  Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
  Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

  

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