Purple Heather, All In My Brain

Oh, you take the high road
and I’ll take the low road

and I’ll be in India before ye’…

Purple Heather, all in my brain. Lately things don’t seem the same. Actin’ funny and I don’t know why…

Um, well, I’m pretty sure the person behind this video took the high road and not the rocky road to Dublin, oh. Not sure what choonery is, but I think this may be a perfect example from the sound of it. Rhymes with buffoonery. If anybody wants to help me out with my Scots feel free to jump in. (Kristy?)

Ok, if I’m this mindlessly bored I could go tell my wife I’m bored, and we all know how that will turn out.

Nah. Back to aimlessly wandering the interwebs and not thinking about, well, this. “Oh, the summer time is coming” but let’s try not to think about that too hard yet. “Oh, I’ll fill up my car/And I’ll take lots of water/And inside the car/I’ll pile all my possessions. Will you go, lassie, go/On an wild evacuation/We’ll have such a high time/in a motel outside Houston/ Will you go, lassie, go?”

Now cut that out right now, especially the sitar part. Time instead to contemplate whether I want one of these for my birthday or something more practical like this. And my wife thinks this is too big and clunky (but eminently more acceptable to her taste than this). I know for certain I’ll be headed down to the Louisiana Music Factory for a copy of this for somebody to wrap up for me.

About these ads