Day: June 14, 2005

Right Field

When I was kid, my mom printed out the lyrics to “Right Field” performed by Noel Paul Stookey so that she could play it for our church one Sunday. She printed it out on our Apple][c–or rather the StyleWriter][ that we owned at the time. Somehow I ended up with this orignal copy. I recently scanned it in to keep it 4-evah.

Check it out:


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I’m going to start planning my funeral.

Yeah. That way when I die, everyone will do exactly as I wish.

Yes.

I want people to play music that reminds them of me. Whether they’ve heard it or not.

I want certain songs played.

I want the soundtrack to my life handed out at my death.

I want a huge party in my honor.

I want people to dance like no one is watching.

I want them to party like it’s 1999.

I want my eulogy to include Stevie Nicks lyrics and Pet Shop Boys Lyrics.

I want a parade.

I want an Irish wake.

I want people to live life like there is no tomorrow for one day. Take a stand. Revolt. Run wild. Run naked through the streets. Talk hard. Speak what you feel. Feel what you speak. Love life and everyone around them as if nothing else matters. Realize that we are not the only one’s on this planet with souls. Play the Moulin Rouge soundtrack at full blast. Confess to the one they love. Open up with one another. Share. Live. Love. Laugh.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen…
When I die. I want you to carry on the legacy of living this life in your mortal coil to the fullest.