*sigh*
Today was Josh's day to pick the music. He had a ton of Gaelic, Irish, Scotish, Blue Grass, Folk, and Classical. I almost fell in love. Lettuce takes a long time, its easy to get introspective there. He had about 30 minutes of bagpipes, which I loved.
I got to thinking about Glasgow and chips on Buchanan Street, listening to the two pipers, or walking around Georges square, watching the cloud roll swiftly across the sky, and the way your feet sink just a bit into the grass, The feeling of awe when you walk around inside of the Cathedral, finding real heather, ivy leaves as big as my hand, pound notes, drinks with friends in big blue chairs that feel like hugs, getting the piss taken out of you for skinny dipping, movies-burgers-ice cream-diet coke, and oops I left the cabbage in your fridge.
The CD ended with a very soulful and spirited rendition of Loch Lomond. As soon as "You take the high road, and I'll take the low road," started across the speakers... I started crying. I'd like to make excuses like, 'It's been a rough week', or ' It's the estrogen.' But really, sometimes these things just catch you unawares.
Tiffany walks up to Josh and smacks him and says, "Thats for making Linda cry."
By yon bonnie banks,
And by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love
Were ever want to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Oh! ye'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
'Twas then that we parted
In yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in purple hue
The Highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.
Oh! ye'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
The wee birdie sang
And the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart it kens
Nae second Spring again,
Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting.
Oh! ye'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Posted by hawkie at March 11, 2004 08:08 PM