Though I’m not a Bee Gees fan, I must admit they could harmonize in a most pleasing way. And you’re right, Gerard, the lyrics do have a mysterious bent to them.
“We’re all breaking promises…” I’ve broken a few; no, that’s not quite right: I’ve broken many; still not good enough: Ok then, I’ve broken them all. Every single one. I have no excuses why, other than…I broke my promises. I wish I could come up with a good reason—something, anything—to explain why my words always came with an expiration date. But there is no reason good or otherwise. I broke my promises. That is all.
And I have found it a waste of time to blame this on someone else: “But you lied to me first!” No, that does not work. A broken promise lives by itself, and belongs only to its creator—me.
I want to believe that such things are all in the past. And perhaps they are. Looking at my track record, that is a good thing. And I promise to do better—no, I’ll try to do better.
Mike SeyleJanuary 11, 2022, 7:00 AM
Your students were fortunate to have sat in your classes, Mike Austin. Maybe they even know it by now.
And I was fortunate to have them, the best kids on earth. They made me laugh; they made me cry; they reminded me why I was the classroom in the first place. It was the best of times.
But I neither miss them nor do I miss the profession. Everyone must move on, must let go. I have moved on; I have let go.
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
LATE LIGHT by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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Though I’m not a Bee Gees fan, I must admit they could harmonize in a most pleasing way. And you’re right, Gerard, the lyrics do have a mysterious bent to them.
“We’re all breaking promises…” I’ve broken a few; no, that’s not quite right: I’ve broken many; still not good enough: Ok then, I’ve broken them all. Every single one. I have no excuses why, other than…I broke my promises. I wish I could come up with a good reason—something, anything—to explain why my words always came with an expiration date. But there is no reason good or otherwise. I broke my promises. That is all.
And I have found it a waste of time to blame this on someone else: “But you lied to me first!” No, that does not work. A broken promise lives by itself, and belongs only to its creator—me.
I want to believe that such things are all in the past. And perhaps they are. Looking at my track record, that is a good thing. And I promise to do better—no, I’ll try to do better.
Your students were fortunate to have sat in your classes, Mike Austin. Maybe they even know it by now.
And I was fortunate to have them, the best kids on earth. They made me laugh; they made me cry; they reminded me why I was the classroom in the first place. It was the best of times.
But I neither miss them nor do I miss the profession. Everyone must move on, must let go. I have moved on; I have let go.
You were right, very different, but the same unearthly, effortless and perfect harmony.
Loved this, Gerard. Thank you for always posting
the lyrics too.