[JustAmy]

6-21-04
Graphic by Billie

Those Lazy, Crazy Days of Summer
by Charles Tobias and Music by Hans Carste

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now you're set
And on the beach you'll see the girls in their bikinis
As cute as ever but they never get 'em wet

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
You'll wish that summer could always be here

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Don't hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in
Or some romantic moon it seems
Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin'
You'll see more kissin' in the cars than on the screen

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
You'll wish that summer could always be here

You'll wish that summer could always be here
You'll wish that summer could always be here

[JustAmy]

Ooops .... here is a midi!

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Monday !

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer .....

Happy first day of Summer !!

Have a cup while you Freep !

[JustAmy]

Thank you for this sweet Welcome Graphic.

[MeekOneGOP]

Put Another Nickel in
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hehe ! When I went to Dad's Saturday, he had a cassette in the car and he had that song on the tape.

[MeekOneGOP]

In the Good Old Summertime
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[MeekOneGOP]

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[The Mayor]

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Because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth. —Revelation 3:16

Without a heart aflame for God, we cannot shine for Jesus.

[The Mayor]

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June 21, 2004

"Apatheists"

Read: Revelation 3:14-19

Because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth. —Revelation 3:16

Bible In One Year: Esther 3-5; Acts 5:22-42

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Most people profess belief in God, meaning they are theists. True atheism is a rarity.

Recently, however, it has been suggested that we need a new term for the multitude who are theists but are indifferent to God in daily living. They ought to be called apatheists. That word is built on the noun apathy, which means "indifference," a sort of sluggish unconcern. And sadly, whatever belief an individual professes, he may be living as an apatheist. His faith may make only a minimal difference in his behavior.

The apostle John recorded that Jesus described the church at Laodicea as neither hot nor cold (Revelation 3:16). They were lukewarm or, as we might say, they were apatheists.

What about those of us who profess faith in Jesus? Are we lukewarm? We pray, but is our praying a mere obligation? We attend church and may even engage in some form of Christian service. Yet is all of that a matter of routine, like brushing our teeth or cleaning our house? Have we lost our first love, the zeal we had early in our spiritual journey?

Today, let's make the psalmist's prayer our own: "Will You not revive us again, that Your people may rejoice in You?" (Psalm 85:6). —Vernon Grounds

Revive us again,
Fill each heart with Thy love,
May each soul be rekindled
With fire from above. —Mackay

Without a heart aflame for God, we cannot shine for Jesus.

[Alamo-Girl]

Thank you so much for the lyrics!

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Got the following in an e-mail, thought this would be a good place to pass it along... (Personally, I will pray for the peace of Jerusalem, as commanded in the Bible)...

What a powerful way to obey God's command to pray for those in authority. God bless America as we celebrate those who have sacrificed for us that we may be FREE.

Thought you might like to share in this -

In W.W.II there was an advisor to Churchill who organized a group of people who dropped what they were doing every day at a prescribed hour for one minute to collectively pray for the safety of England, its people and peace.

There is now a group of people organizing the same thing here in America. If you would like to participate, every evening at 9:00pm Eastern Time (6:pm Pacific), stop whatever you are doing and spend one minute praying for the safety of the United States, our troops, our citizens, and for peace in the world, and God's wisdom for our leaders.

If you know anyone else who would like to participate, please pass this along. Our prayers are the most powerful asset we have.

Together, we "CAN" make a difference! Thank You, and God Bless America!

[OESY]

Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days Of Summer: Conversations with Nat

Nat King Cole sang, "It's those hazy, lazy, crazy days of summer".

The man was a twit. He made that sound like a good thing, which it isn't. It's miserable. You can't live in it. It's a bitch.

"Nat, this song doesn't make sense".

"So? I'll sell it, then live inside with air-conditioning".

Let's pretend you're a contractor with a contract to pave a parking lot with asphalt. Asphalt is hot and has to be worked hot. The sun is shining in all it's glory, burning the hide off you. Your workers decide it's too hot to work so they stay home until it cools off. Like in October. You hire extra guys to make up for the daily deficit of workers. Then they all show up. You need a new line of business.

And what do your workers say? "Mano, eet too hot to work".

You say, "You're a Mexican! You're used to this!"

"Why is you think I leave there?"

Or, say you spend a thousand bucks on trees and plants and flowers. You get a heat stroke planting them over a weekend. The next weekend you have nothing but brown, dead flowers, plants and trees. The only green in your yard is the weeds. They love the heat and humidity. Should have planted the weeds in the first place and been done with it.

"Next year we buy hardier flowers."

The weeds just laugh or whatever they do to express amusement.

Next, you go to the beach for a week on vacation. It's 200 a night plus eating out. The first three days it rains. Monsoon rains. Then the sun comes out and you try to salvage the vacation. You can't because it's too hot to go to the beach while the sun is up. The sand is so hot you get blisters on your feet. No one but your fourteen- year old daughter, just sprouting, enjoys this. Still, next year you'll be back.

"But, Daddy, I'm covered where it counts".

"Not if I'm the one counting".

Meanwhile, Nat King Cole -- actually his heirs, are living off the royalties to the song.

In air-conditioning.

-- Copyright © Don Roble

[tuliptree76]

Thank you for the poem/music. I hope you are having a great Monday!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Evening all!

On the Idle Hill of Summer a poem

On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
Drumming like a noise in dreams.

Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
Soldiers marching, all to die.

East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.

Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.

--A. E. Housman