a MANgical muse named dan fogelberg shared his poetic power of gold music within his heart's hotel...
a MYSTical spirit will always inspire me as he is a truly a leader of a wanderFULL band...
a MUSICIAN's son will make love stay longer in our lives as he'll always win in his run for the most tuneFULL roses...
deep deep DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP in fall freedom forever far-out family forest i feel part of dan's same old lang syne plan of wonder & his earthly presence will be soooo missed...j>a>e>17
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tjOj6RPIuM8
sad losing dan fogelberg, an american muse, at such a young age of 56 to prostate cancer on december 16, 2007
this is for dan fogelberg, an american muse, inspired by his "same old lang syne" song of heart...
"Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling christmas eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didnt recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried.
We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totalled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldnt find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
She said shed married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didnt like to lie.
I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasnt sure if I saw
Doubt or gratitude.
She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly
But the traveling was hell.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another auld lang syne...
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away.
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain..."
