Not a Day Goes By ...

Think of me.

Christine:
Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me once in a while -
please promise me you'll try.
When you find that, once again, you long
to take your heart back and be free -
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me

We never said our love was evergreen,
or as unchanging as the sea -
but if you can still remember
stop and think of me . . .

Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .

Think of me, think of me waking,
silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard
to put you from my mind.
Recall those days
look back on all those times,
think of the things we'll never do -
there will never be a day,
when I won't think of you . . .

Raoul:
Can it be? Can it be Christine?
Bravo!
Long ago, it seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were...
She may not remember me,
but I remember her...

Christine:
Flowers fades,
The fruits of summer fade,
They have their seasons, so do we
but please promise me, that sometimes
you will think of me!

From Afghanistan ...

.... this is a comment on YouTube:

I'm 19 years old. I am deployed to Afghanistan now. I am in love for the first time with a girl who has no idea. This song is way before my time, but really tells my story. I will probably die here and she will never know. What a waste. Well, here I go again. Duty calls. Semper Fi.

I'd Love You To Want Me, Lobo (Kent Lavoie) -- February, 2011

Won't You Sometimes Think of Me?

... but when you're happy with another, won't you sometimes think of me?

... I'll always keep your picture, it means so much to me...

... but, won't you sometimes think of me?

Yellow River -- The Conversations Never Ended

The war is over ...

Takes me back to Westfield, New Jersey ... 1971 ... 1973 ... 1975

Two lovely women I would like to talk to again ... our conversations never ended ...

It is amazing how fleeting life is. The one received "straight A's" throughout middle school, high school, and college. Medical school, Harvard Medical School, Massachusetts General residency ...

Not even 20 years of medicine before her life was over ...

Sometimes one wonders if "it" is all worth it ... "straight A's" throughout middle school, high school, and college. Medical school, Harvard Medical School, Massachusetts General internal medicine residency ... studied or worked virtually 24/7 from age 15 to age 57 ... sometimes one wonders if "it" is all worth it.

The other ... about the same ... same song ... different verse ... the conversation never ended ... did she mention my name ...

I Drove All Night To Get To You

Roy Orbison.

I had to escape ...
But I was dying to get to you ...
I was dreaming while I drove the long straight road ahead ...

I drove all night to get to you ...
Is that alright?

Nothing erases this feeling between me and you.

I drove all night to get to you ...
Is that alright?

All I've Got Is A Photograph

Photograph.

Every time I see your face
It reminds me of the places we used to go.

But all I've got is a photograph
And I realize you're not coming back any more.

I thought I'd make it the day you went away
But I can't make it til you come home again to stay.

I can't get used to living here while my herart is broke
And my tears I cry for you.

I want you here to love and hold
as the years go by,
as we grow old and gray.

Now you're expecting me to live without you
But that's not something I'm looking forward to.

I can't get used to living here while my heart is broke
And my tears I cry for you.

I want you here to love and hold
as the years go by
as we grow old and gray.

Dr Zhivago

Home alone, watching Dr Zhivago, parts of it. I first saw it when it first came out. I didn't understand it then, or if I did, I have forgotten many of the scenes and subplots. Another movie (and book) that should only be watched by those with life experiences.

What an incredible movie; what an incredible story. The balalaika. Americans are very, very fortunate.

Lara's theme.

It appears YouTube.com no longer lets one "embed" their videos into other sites. Sad.

Yes, Sir, I Can Boogie -- I Don't Feel Much Like Talking

I have posted this many times on this blog, but every time I hear it, I think of the halcyon days in Yorkshire.

The song puts me in a very melancholy mood, perhaps better, a most pensive mood. (Embedding not allowed.)

Have a glass of wine, listen to the song, and think back on those halcyon days of Yorkshire.

No, sir, I don't feel very much like talking,

Nor neither walking, 

You want to know if I can dance.

Yes, sir, I already told you,

But I will give you one more chance.

Yes, sir, I can dance,

But I need a certain song.

And yes, sir, I can boogie

I can boogie, if you're staying, nothing will go wrong.