“Think as I think,” said a man, “or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad.” And after I thought of it, I said, “I will, then, be a toad.” ― Stephen Crane
I love this whole album. I sang this whole album since I was a kid living at home. A girlfriend lent me the album (how generous!) and it came with libretto so I learned all the words. Then one day d-e-c-a-d-e-s- later a woman at work mentioned liking the Singing Nun."Sœur Sourire?" Just dare to get a little fame for yourself even without really trying for that, even when it occurs by natural interest, and see who and how many come crawling out of the woodwork to wipe that happy smile off your face. I love it when people like what I like so I sang her a happy little tune from that album, Plume de Radis. *squeaky voice* "Geeze, Chip, now I'm curious, what does that sound like?" Goes like this: Plume de Radis, Plume de Radis, dis Ma petite amie Tu te souviens du soir de juin Sous le grand pin Tu m'avais ditJe veux faire de ma vieQuelque chose de bienRepeat repeaty peat.Re-peat re-peat-ty peat. And that means, Radish Feather (Carrot Top) my little friend, I remember one happy night under a big ol' pine tree you said to me you want to make something good of your life.Here. Oooooh. Now I want to sing it all night and relive those precious teen memories. Oh man, talk about an ear-bug. STOP!stopstopstopstopI forgot about all the teenage angst.
Sounds like another who disliked Vatican II.Fantasies?
Well ed, I was betting on there having been at least one hot nun in your schoolboy past.
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