Today is the official "no blog today" one day off of blog 365.
I even received an e mail telling me not to blog!
But I decided to go against the rules and blog anyway!
Being told NOT to do something awakens the rebel in me ...
So there, ... my protest song!
I have changed the lyrics a little bit to make it mine ...
( Does it show that I'm a child of the sixties?
I mean, rebelling, protest songs, climbing fences?)
Oh and that music of course, that's a give away!!!
Artist : Hermits Herman's
Title : No Milk Today
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No post today, my words have gone away
The blogger's left alone, an e mail sent at dawn
No post today, it's not a common sight
But bloggers passing by don't know the reason why
How could they know just what this message means
The end of your hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the stories there had been
Behind the door where my fridge reigned as queen
No post today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day
But all that's left is a place mute and lonely
A lonely blog in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two down ... ten left!
No pictures today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day
as 365 reigned the faster did we write
We signed in all at once, the start of our romance
How could they know just what this message means
The end of your hopes, the end of all your dreams
How could you know the stories there had been
About the fridge where my love hides the food
No blogging today, my words have gone away
The fridge stands all alone, an e mail sent at dawn
But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A lonely blog in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two down ... ten left!
No feeds today, my reader has gone empty
The blogroll stands for love, a symbol of good friends
No posts today, it's not a common sight
But people passing by don't know the reason why
How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the stories there had been
Behind the door where my fridge reigned as queen
No entry today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day
But all that's left is a place mute and lonely
A lonely blog in a mean street back of town
Oh all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A lonely in a mean street back of town
Oh all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A lonely blog in a mean street back of town
