My favorite courses at U.N.F were always the discussion/writing courses.
I remember Mary Baron, Gary Harmon, Nancy Levine and William Slaughter.
Thank you for teaching me the "Poetry of the blues."
LET'S SAIL BECAUSE THE SUN IS RISING
Let's sail because the sun is rising,
brew oyster stew on the seven seas,
just because it is appetizing.
And stay up as late as you please.
Let's sail because the sun is rising,
have wine bottles and a breeze.
And let the sirens sing to us
of our nautical expertise.
Laugh at the blues.
Let's sail because the sun is rising.
Let's lose our shoes.
Let's sail because the sun is rising.
Let's sail because the sun is rising
and we will never turn our backs.
We have everything the sun lacks.
Let's sail because the sun is rising.
HOLIDAYS SEEM TO HURRY HERE
Holidays seem to hurry here.
Tall shadows clear the evergreens
There's eggnog by warming embers
And we make it more welcoming
Holidays seem to hurry here
The oak as it smolders and lulls
Dreamers to sleep, soon disappears
And light is held in icicles
And you must always know
Holidays seem to hurry here
When you hold me like so
Holidays seem to hurry here
Holidays seem to hurry here
And so we too precious and few
Keep returning year after year
Holidays seem to hurry here
I COULD STAY (A SUNSET WITH YOU)
I could stay a sunset with you
Watching the sands roll with the tide
Could even hold you through the blue
With greater love than can be pride
I could stay a sunset with you
Midst a yellow and red stained sky
Should a lonely moon swim in view
Clouds going by might tell you why
I could stay a sunset with you
Clouds don't realize
I could stay a sunset with you
Taken from sunrise
I could stay a sunset with you
One spread across the far and wide
One I have followed through and through
I could stay a sunset with you
PLEASE DON'T
Please don't call it science
I'm sure it's not a religion
I'm finding romance in
A whisper before the silence
A little kiss behind the ear
An olive in my Martini
And I bet Houdini
Would long to disappear
In you with rings of smoke
Love is much sweeter sorcery.
So, please don't call it history.
It's not a spell of which we spoke.
TURNING BLUES
If I won't put you on
To fit you like a glove
And I won't put you off
Because I need to love
You some three degrees below
And some three degrees above
Tell me, what more is there to know,
So much more than a big to do?
All we have is turning blue
If I won't turn you on
Though it looks I might
And I won't turn you off
When it's been a long night
Then with just our blues to show
We will laugh in the pale moonlight
Tell me, what more is there to know,
So much more than a big to do?
All we have is turning blue