Midnight Blue

There will be no daily journal entries this week. Instead I bring you The Story of Austin.

Part 4 of 5

APRIL 2001

"There's something going on,
And I don't know what, but I feel it in the air..."
"Maybe we ought to run,
If you listen close, we'll let you know just where."
Just listen to me tonight.
"Maybe you can pretend,
But the world we know might not come to an end."
"But you must realize
That we have to go, and we will tell you where."
Don't talk in your sleep,
Because the walls might have ears.
And it's only fair,
That we should take you there.

Maybe we should all go underground
And try to live a life without the sun.
Please be careful not to make a sound,
Because there may not be room for everyone.
Do you think you'd mind?...

"You may not understand,
But I really feel our fate is in our hands."
"And if you follow us,
We'll lead you to a place where we can be."
Don't talk in your sleep,
Listen to me tonight.
We must prepare,
Cause we have to go somewhere.

Maybe we should all go underground
And try to live a life without the sun.
Please be careful not to make a sound,
Because there may not be room for everyone.
Do you think you'd mind?...

"Do you think you're gonna miss the summertime,
And the sunshine on your face?"
"And if you think you're gonna miss the wintertime,
What if the winter never goes away?"

Maybe we should all go underground
And try to live a life without the sun.
Please be careful not to make a sound,
Because there may not be room for everyone.
Do you think you'd mind?...

--Michael Bradley & Joanne Harris, Underground

MAY 2001

I wanna thank you for
all the trust and devotion
Thank you for the good times
For your love
Love as deep as any ocean
Though for a while we may go separate ways
I know nothing can come between us
Oh, No matter what people say

Say you will remember my love
Say you never will lose sight of
the light we found to guide us
Say you will remember my love
Call me any lonely night, love
You know I'm on your side

Well all around the world
people looking for someone
to have and belong to
Everyone
needs a love to hold on to
And when you find someone, you'll open your eyes
to the beauty that's all around you
Oh, and I'm So happy I found you, love

Say you will remember my love
Say you never will lose sight of
the light we found to guide us
Say you will remember my love
Call me any lonely night, love
You know I'm on your side

--Steffanie, Remember My Love

JUNE 2001

Ev'ryone in town knew Mr. Webster;
He worked at the bank for forty years.
And each week Mr. Frizby made his check out
For sixty-eight dollars clear.

And thru the years he thwarted twenty-seven robberies
And each time Frizby promised him a raise.

They gave a retirement party for Mr. Webster
Everyone from the bank was there.
They had a cake and flowers ordered special
And Frizby had a speech prepared.

And a little white box that held a watch with this inscription
"To Mr. Webster, with regards."

Then came the telegram from Mr. Webster
Said, "Sorry...stop...Cannot attend..
I've flown away and taken all your money
Wish you were here to help me spend."

And one by one all the people left the party
And Mr. Frizby locked the door.

--The Monkees, Mr. Webster

Midnight Blue

There will be no daily journal entries this week. Instead I bring you The Story of Austin.

Part 4 of 5

APRIL 2001

"There's something going on,
And I don't know what, but I feel it in the air..."
"Maybe we ought to run,
If you listen close, we'll let you know just where."
Just listen to me tonight.
"Maybe you can pretend,
But the world we know might not come to an end."
"But you must realize
That we have to go, and we will tell you where."
Don't talk in your sleep,
Because the walls might have ears.
And it's only fair,
That we should take you there.

Maybe we should all go underground
And try to live a life without the sun.
Please be careful not to make a sound,
Because there may not be room for everyone.
Do you think you'd mind?...

"You may not understand,
But I really feel our fate is in our hands."
"And if you follow us,
We'll lead you to a place where we can be."
Don't talk in your sleep,
Listen to me tonight.
We must prepare,
Cause we have to go somewhere.

Maybe we should all go underground
And try to live a life without the sun.
Please be careful not to make a sound,
Because there may not be room for everyone.
Do you think you'd mind?...

"Do you think you're gonna miss the summertime,
And the sunshine on your face?"
"And if you think you're gonna miss the wintertime,
What if the winter never goes away?"

Maybe we should all go underground
And try to live a life without the sun.
Please be careful not to make a sound,
Because there may not be room for everyone.
Do you think you'd mind?...

--Michael Bradley & Joanne Harris, Underground

MAY 2001

I wanna thank you for
all the trust and devotion
Thank you for the good times
For your love
Love as deep as any ocean
Though for a while we may go separate ways
I know nothing can come between us
Oh, No matter what people say

Say you will remember my love
Say you never will lose sight of
the light we found to guide us
Say you will remember my love
Call me any lonely night, love
You know I'm on your side

Well all around the world
people looking for someone
to have and belong to
Everyone
needs a love to hold on to
And when you find someone, you'll open your eyes
to the beauty that's all around you
Oh, and I'm So happy I found you, love

Say you will remember my love
Say you never will lose sight of
the light we found to guide us
Say you will remember my love
Call me any lonely night, love
You know I'm on your side

--Steffanie, Remember My Love

JUNE 2001

Ev'ryone in town knew Mr. Webster;
He worked at the bank for forty years.
And each week Mr. Frizby made his check out
For sixty-eight dollars clear.

And thru the years he thwarted twenty-seven robberies
And each time Frizby promised him a raise.

They gave a retirement party for Mr. Webster
Everyone from the bank was there.
They had a cake and flowers ordered special
And Frizby had a speech prepared.

And a little white box that held a watch with this inscription
"To Mr. Webster, with regards."

Then came the telegram from Mr. Webster
Said, "Sorry...stop...Cannot attend..
I've flown away and taken all your money
Wish you were here to help me spend."

And one by one all the people left the party
And Mr. Frizby locked the door.

--The Monkees, Mr. Webster