Ah, another year has passed and I've survived its dry course without anything romantic crossing my path. I can put it in a more positive light, saying that at least I know now how to make my life to be un-romantic (and hopefully this coming year I can avoid the things that I've learnt) Well that sounds pathetic, how come Edison can make it sound so positive when he said he found hundreds of ways a bulb won't light up?
Ayway, thinking back something a friend quoted, that all the Vintage Girls of our Times are already in severe shortage, if not completely gone by now, and it does not help at all to be married to the work with such demands that shivel away any remaining socializing opportunity that I might have... sigh...
I heard this song again over the radio yesterday, the rendition by Harry Connick Jr. This is going to be my theme song from now through Valentines... any takers?
LOVE FOR SALE
Cole Porter, The New Yorkers (1930)
When the only sound in the empty street,
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop, I open shop...
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town.
That her smile becomes a smirk, I go to work....
Love for sale! Appetising young love for sale!
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled,
Love that's only slightly soiled, love for sale!
Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price,
For a trip to paradise? Love for sale...
Let the poets pipe of love in their childish way,
I know every type of love, better far than they.
If you want the thrill of love,
I've been through the mill of love;
Old love, new love, every love *but true love...
Love for sale...
Appetising young love for sale...
If you want to buy my wares, follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale...
Love for sale...
*fortunately, I'm still not ready to ditch the idea of true love...
pictures courtesy of corbis
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