Do you ever really listen to the words of songs?
I don't. I'm kinda a beat person and only feel
beats for dancing. When I do my closet-screeching,
the dog howls. I guess it hurts her ears,
One of my morning favorites is "Drink to me
Only With Thine Eyes," an old English troubadorian
ballad from "Song to Celia." I wonder why troubadours
gave up the Trubing business. They could add a
nice contrast to some of today's raucous music.
Can you imagine Troubadours in Montana?
1. Drink to me only with thine eyes and I will pledge
The burned out bull-rider at the end of the bar,
watches the glassy-eye, hotsy-totsy rodeo queen
hoist her mug of Buds. "She's the one," he thinks.
2. Or leave a kiss within the cup and I'll not ask for
Did she just lick the mug or was that a kiss, as
she glanced in his direction and no one drinks wine
in a cowboy bar.
3. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, doth ask
a drink divine.
"She's so beautiful, " thinks the bull rider, "if I
buy her a beer, I wonder if she'll take a ride in my pickup.
4. But might I of Joves nector sup, I would not
change for thine.
"Oh what the hell, it's late so I'll just take mah
roady, get my Border Collie and head back to the
And life goes on in Montana.