From the self-taught girl's blog, these very wise words:
I forget, so often, that when something is truly right, it will often be truly simple. Things will fall naturally into place. People say that it is hard to make decisions, to make choices, but I'm learning that at least for myself (and a lot of people I know, anyway) we make them hard. We put things into our lives that don't quite fit, and then we struggle and strain to make them fit somehow. The truth is that if it's right to begin with--this is what I think, anyway--things will be simple. Not always easy, but simple.She's a smart one, that self-taught girl.
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Never been near a university,
Never took a paper or a learned degree,
And some of your friends think that’s stupid of me,
But it’s nothing that I care about.
Well I don’t know how to tell the weight of the sun,
And of mathematics well I want none,
And I may be the mayor of simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that’s I love you.
When their logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You’ll be warm in the arms of the mayor of simpleton.
I can’t have been there when brains were handed round
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton),
Or get past the cover of your books profound,
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton),
And some of your friends thinks it’s really unsound,
That you’re ever seen talking to me.
Well I don’t know how to write a big hit song,
And all crossword puzzles well I just shun,
And I may be the mayor of simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that’s I love you.
I’m not proud of the fact that I never learned much,
Just feel I should say,
What you get is all real,
I can’t put on an act,
It takes brains to do that anyway. (and anyway...)
And I can’t unravel riddles, problems and puns,
How the home computer has me on the run,
And I may be the mayor of simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that’s I love you (I love you).
If depth of feeling is a currency,
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton),
Then I’m the man who grew the money tree,
(no chain of office and no hope of getting one).
Some of your friends are too brainy to see,
That they’re paupers and that’s how they’ll stay.
Well I don’t know how many pounds make up a ton,
Of all the nobel prizes that I’ve never won,
And I may be the mayor of simpleton,
But I know one thing,
And that’s I love you.
When all logic grows cold and all thinking gets done,
You’ll be warm in the arms of the mayor of simpleton.
You’ll be warm in the arms of the mayor of simpleton.
You’ll be warm in the arms of the mayor.
(please be upstanding for the mayor of simpleton.)
Thanks, Ron. Now I'm a dollar poorer, having had to purchase this song and listen to it! :P
Ron, I forgot to mention that I love this song! Seriously, thanks.
Oh jeez. After I posted those lyrics I saw all the "I love you" in them and figured you must think me a stalker.
Egad.
glad ya like it ;)
You mean I went to all the trouble to get a restraining order for nothing? Darn! ha ha
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