Love, Love, Love
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
Have you all ever noticed that many Beatles lyrics fall flatter than a bad souffle when you read them out of context?
Speaking of which...
AKMA, cuz you asked me nice, I won't use the love blog as a test case for ThreadNeedle.
But you ruined the illusion I was building, of you and Margaret on a mountain top...in Canada. You in a red jacket (white collar, natch), looking tenderly into Margaret's eyes, singing When I'm calling you-oo-oo-oooo-oo.
Posted by Bb at August 21, 2002 10:03 PM
You're posing an unhappy alternative, Shelley. whom would the world rather hear singing: me or Nelson Eddy? (At least if they vote for me, I promise to sing something more like "Thunder Road" or "(I Can't Help) Falling In Love With You."
AKMA, you could sound like a 12 year old war torn tom cat in an alley, who's lived off of the crusted remains of sardines in rancid oil and still sound better singing anything, *anything*, then "When I'm calling you-ooo-oooo...."
No alternative. AKMA wins.