You are big and quite beautiful to look at The color of your skin can sometimes play trickery Fooling us to what is inside Shades of yellow and sometimes Dark red You sound like you know who you are but you confuse us with your name You look so sweet and tantalizing but you are invariably sour and can be quite nasty I am sad to say that I have never liked you and never will I don’t know why others find you so special You might be a fruit but you are no grape
I love the story of the Cicada. That elusive insect you never actually see but hear it at night making its glorious sound in the trees.
The female Cicada lays her eggs in a crevice she makes in tree limbs. Once hatched, they look like an ant or termite and feed on tree fluids. When ready they drop to the ground and burrow down to live on tree roots for up to 17 years before reappearing as adults. Their life above ground is relatively short. They come out to mate and the they literally sing themselves to death.
The only Cicadas I have ever seen are dead ones on the ground. It makes me so sad when I hear them as I know they will not be here much longer.
This week’s Song Lyric Sunday from Jim Adam’s prompted us with songs about trains. I chose Homeward Bound by Simon and Garfunkel as the opening line is “I was sitting in the railway station with a ticket to my destination” The song was beautifully written by Paul Simon, one of my favorite poets, and performed with Art Garfunkel. The harmonies are exquisite. It is a timeless song and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Lyrics Homeward Bound
I'm sitting in the railway station Got a ticket to my destination On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band Homeward bound I wish I was Homeward bound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me Every day's an endless stream Of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be Homeward bound I wish I was Homeward bound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me Tonight I'll sing my songs again I'll play the game and pretend But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me Homeward bound I wish I was Homeward bound Home where my thought's escaping Home where my music's playing Home where my love lies waiting Silently for me Silently for me