And I love you so The people ask me how How I've lived till now I tell them I don't know.<p>I guess they understand How lonely life has been But life… - Don McLean

I feel like a spinning top or a Dreidel
The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle
You just slow down
Round and around this world you go
Spinning through the lives of the people you know
We all slow down.

Starry starry night, Paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul…

I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music woudn't play And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died.