I Got Plenty of Nothing
(George Gershwin, Porgy and Bess)
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got no car - got no mule
I got no misery
Folks with plenty of plenty
They've got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em
While there out (a) making more - what for
I got no lock on the door - that's no way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor - that's OK with me
'Cause the things that I prize - like the stars in the skies - are all free
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got my gal - got my song
(I) Got heaven the whole day long
- Got my gal - got my love - got my song
(George Gershwin, Porgy and Bess)
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got no car - got no mule
I got no misery
Folks with plenty of plenty
They've got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em
While there out (a) making more - what for
I got no lock on the door - that's no way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor - that's OK with me
'Cause the things that I prize - like the stars in the skies - are all free
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing's plenty for me
I got my gal - got my song
(I) Got heaven the whole day long
- Got my gal - got my love - got my song
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You have a nice voice. I think I may have read some of Vance's work, long ago. The character names & writing style seemed familiar. I'll have to look through my books in storage. I like what I have heard so far.
Thinking back: His name isn't important. He was (is?) my best friend. And the first (only?) man I ever really loved. He is telling me that he does love me. That he will always love me. But that he can't be with me. Yet he is begging me to stay. To be his friend. His voice holds more pain than I can stand. I want to stay. But I can't.
leave.
Eventually I go half way around the world to try to forget him.
I've been wondering ever since if I made the right choice. I moved back to the city where he lives. I have not made any attempt to contact him. Yet. I'm scared and hopeful at the same time. Part of me thinks I just want my best friend back. But most of me knows that isn't enough. And I am afraid that is all he can give.
You take beautiful photos.
Every time I hear the name "Matilda" I hear Tom Waits' voice in my head.
I can't think of anyplace that I wanted to explore that I didn't go. It got me in to a lot of trouble as a kid. As an adult, it isn't so much the places, as the people. There are people I have not met that I am incredibly curious about. And I would love to meet them. To know more about these people who have so greatly affected my life without even knowing me. But I can't. Not without betraying a trust. Plus it would make me kind of a creepy stalker. I try to avoid that when I can.
I think that is a pretty good summary of Five Rings. And I would agree that his ideas are of limited use outside of the sphere of combat. You can't always just do what works.