The song transcribed below suits none of the announcements I have to make in this post (and, fine, technically two of them are an hour out of date: pretend I live a time zone over), but it's been stuck in my head since early this afternoon, so you will have to live with it.
Happy birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
papersky!
Happy birthday,nineweaving!
(She just finished her second novel. Will somebody buy her several drinks?)
Myself, I had an MRI this afternoon.* The experience is not unlike having one's head stuck in a musically stunted jackhammer; I feel like the murder victim in The Nine Tailors.
I'd rather have a birthday.
Bless Ye Fair Maids (Gordon Bok)
The candle's in the window and the sun is in the west
And the baby's in the cradle and the bird is in the nest
The young man goes a-courting, but the old one's here to stay
And in the falling firelight, you can hear the old one say
Bless ye the setting of the sun
The candle set at foot and head
And bless ye fair maids, every one
Who never cared to share my bed
Farewell whatever salty seas I never sailed upon
Farewell whatever roads that go that I have never gone
Farewell a hundred fallow fields that never I did plough
And farewell a hundred distant hills that I shall not climb now
Oh, bless ye the setting of the sun
The candle set at foot and head
And bless ye fair maids, every one
Who never cared to share my bed
Farewell to every tree whose fruit I never gathered up
Farewell to every jug in town that never filled my cup
Farewell ye rivers fair and far that never I did cross
And farewell the gold I never found and the silver I have lost
And it's bless ye the setting of the sun
The candle set at foot and head
And bless ye fair maids, every one
Who never cared to share my bed
The candle's in the window and the sun is in the west
And the baby's in the cradle and the bird is in the nest
The young man goes a-courting, but the old one's here to stay
And in the falling firelight, you can hear the old one say
Bless ye the setting of the sun
The candle set at foot and head
And bless ye fair maids, every one
Who never cared to share my bed
*This is an anecdote, not a medical update: no worries. By the same token, never a dip an unglazed donut into tamarind sauce.
Happy birthday,
papersky!Happy birthday,
nineweaving!(She just finished her second novel. Will somebody buy her several drinks?)
Myself, I had an MRI this afternoon.* The experience is not unlike having one's head stuck in a musically stunted jackhammer; I feel like the murder victim in The Nine Tailors.
I'd rather have a birthday.
Bless Ye Fair Maids (Gordon Bok)
The candle's in the window and the sun is in the west
And the baby's in the cradle and the bird is in the nest
The young man goes a-courting, but the old one's here to stay
And in the falling firelight, you can hear the old one say
Bless ye the setting of the sun
The candle set at foot and head
And bless ye fair maids, every one
Who never cared to share my bed
Farewell whatever salty seas I never sailed upon
Farewell whatever roads that go that I have never gone
Farewell a hundred fallow fields that never I did plough
And farewell a hundred distant hills that I shall not climb now
Oh, bless ye the setting of the sun
The candle set at foot and head
And bless ye fair maids, every one
Who never cared to share my bed
Farewell to every tree whose fruit I never gathered up
Farewell to every jug in town that never filled my cup
Farewell ye rivers fair and far that never I did cross
And farewell the gold I never found and the silver I have lost
And it's bless ye the setting of the sun
The candle set at foot and head
And bless ye fair maids, every one
Who never cared to share my bed
The candle's in the window and the sun is in the west
And the baby's in the cradle and the bird is in the nest
The young man goes a-courting, but the old one's here to stay
And in the falling firelight, you can hear the old one say
Bless ye the setting of the sun
The candle set at foot and head
And bless ye fair maids, every one
Who never cared to share my bed
*This is an anecdote, not a medical update: no worries. By the same token, never a dip an unglazed donut into tamarind sauce.
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