finished a long-hanging filk

[thnidu]

I was in Orlando, Florida most of this past week on business. No chance for vacationing, especially as I hadn't rented a car but took taxis. This led to some frustrations, most notably the cabbie from Haiti, whose English was so heavily accented and Creole-grammatical (I think) that I often had to ask him to repeat himself during our short ride. And after he'd dropped me off I realized he'd taken me to the wrong courthouse, county instead of Federal, even though I had given him the address.

This and several other irritations, including a steadily worsening cold I had been getting over, impelled me to finish a filk that was on my back burner for years:


Ttto "Almost like being in love", Nat King Cole
Frank Sinatra
lyrics
© Thnidu 2017

What a day this has been
What a foul mood I'm in
Why, it's almost like being half dead.

There's a scowl on my face
For the whole human race
Why, it's almost like being half dead.

All the music of life seems to be
A commercial directed at me.

And from the way that I feel
When that ad starts to squeal
I could swear I was falling
It feels like I'm falling
It's almost like falling down dead.

an observation

[thnidu]

Boy, things are slow in here.