Friday, February 29, 2008

No milk today ...

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!!!

free music



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