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A Trip to the Faire

So we got up early this morning in anticipation of my friend Leah's arrival to drive us to the Renaissance Faire, and I immediately go check my list of must-read blogs - and Tom Tomorrow (see link at left) mentioned me! I've followed Tom's work since I was doing INSIDE JOKE and he was (to all intents and purposes) one of the "house cartoonists" of a great zine called Processed World with which I was utterly enthralled. So even though he now lives in NYC too and, both being involved in comics, we probably know a lot of the same people (although to my recollection we've never met), I still feel, like, "ohmiGOD!" Which doesn't come at all as a surprise to me, I get that way over a lot of people whose work I admire, friend and acquaintance and stranger alike. I kind of live by the adage that just about everyone in this world is more interesting than me, so I'm afraid anyone who reads this blog will be subject to occasional bouts of gushy-fangirl. And seriously, move along, nothing to see here. :)

Oh, before my number, I also want to add that the links I used in the "Richard Butler makes me feel ill" entry were to FAIR, Fairness & Accuracy in Reporting, gotten in about two seconds from a simple Boolean search on his name, so honest, it's not like I did anything unusual. And I should add that I, not being politically connected in any way, don't know whether the odious Hussein threw out any other weapons inspectors for spying, the way his people are acting he very well may have and I do seem to recall reliable reports to that effect, but it's a moot point anyway because they were spying, weren't they?

Now, here we go. From the official Renaissance website, the lyrics to "A Trip to the Fair." If it's going to be going through my head all day today up in Rye, I may as well pull others along to suffer too. Just make believe I sing as well as Annie Haslam, as I pretended I did throughout college.

I took a trip down to look at the fair
When I arrived I found nobody there
It seemed I was all alone
Must be that they've all gone home

Chorus:

A trip to the fair but nobody was there
A trip to the fair but nobody was there

Voices of yesterday make not a sound
Even the roundabout stopped going round
I wonder just what it means
Is everything how it seems?

Chorus

A creak as the dodgems came onto the scene
Wheels began turning I started to scream
A carousel swung around
My head spun and hit the ground

Chorus

I close my eyes to disguise the fear from inside
Trembling within my own mind I find no place to hide
Stars of tomorrow shine through the grey mist that has gone
I wish that this trip to the fair had never begun

Suddenly thousands of faces I see
Everyone seemed to be staring at me
Clowns laughed in the penny arcade
What was this game my mind played?

I took a trip down to look at the fair
When I arrived I found nobody there
It seemed I was all alone
Must be that they've all gone home

A trip to the fair but nobody was there, but nobody was there
A trip to the fair but nobody was there, but nobody was there