Saturday, February 11, 2006

...so I want to live in a wooden house...

9 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hmmmm, where was that house?

12:08 PM

 
Blogger HandmaidenforHim said...

Well, I don't think that house would stand a strong Texas wind.:-/

2:54 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You do?

3:24 PM

 
Blogger ShapeNoteSinger said...

....but do you want to live life and always be true?

hmmm..... here's the real question, though:

Is it true you don't have a soul to save?

...and didn't I hear once that discretion was the better part of valor? ...so maybe that's not exactly what he had in mind......but I digress.....

xo

4:26 PM

 
Blogger Laura Kathryn said...

Emily, I LOVE it!

8:21 PM

 
Blogger ThePizzaPizzaMan said...

good point you make SnS -

though I am not clear on how you are applying discretion and valor to this song.

Could you explain?

2:58 PM

 
Blogger GravyGal said...

Sns - good to hear you speak those words!!

As far as the valor and discretion goes--do you mean that he wanted to be true and good to her, but that he was at the same time acting facetious about it???

12:00 PM

 
Blogger ShapeNoteSinger said...

sorry, pizza -n- gravy,

you delve too deep for my meaning. What I meant was that using a little 'listening discretion' might require you to bravely forego your culture's music du jour.

....but that is, of course, not what Falstaff (or whoever it was) had in mind--he meant that being a chicken most of the time was the 'meat' of bravery....a la "he who fights and runs away...."

ssc
[sorry so cryptic]

xo

4:57 PM

 
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Uhhh.... Am I missing something? I thought this was about the picture of the little old wooden house.

3:30 PM

 

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