Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
Andy made a lot of money for Henry Mancini with that song. Gale was a one hit wonder. And the Grand Ol' Ernest Tubb was never my thing, I'm afraid. (You can tell I was a broadcaster for 55 years)
Interesting how songs mark our life's big moments. I always thought Gail's song was kind of my motto for living.
ReplyDeleteNo songs for me.
ReplyDeleteI've never heard of Ernest Tubb, nor the song. It's quite nice to listen to :)
ReplyDeleteAndy made a lot of money for Henry Mancini with that song. Gale was a one hit wonder. And the Grand Ol' Ernest Tubb was never my thing, I'm afraid. (You can tell I was a broadcaster for 55 years)
ReplyDeleteI wasn't an Ernie Tubb fan either until I met Ron. He swept me up in his arms to dance to that song on our first date at the Caravan in Tulsa, Okla.
DeleteHow wonderful that you have those special songs to keep the memories alive.
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