The Royal Guardsmen didn’t just sing about Snoopy:

Neck’s better from the fusions but the left arm is weak as hell and starts yakkin’ every time I forget and pick up even the lightest thing.

I do believe I’m feelin’ stronger every day

It’s gonna hurt so bad
If you walk away

Felt this way yesterday
Today, I keep hurtin’
Yeah, hurtin’

And you were right to do so.

It’s such a fragile magic
A puff of wind can break the spell
And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs
Savannah, fare you well

But I’m sad to say I’m on my way
Won’t be back for many a day
My heart is down, my head is turning around
I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

So, fare the well, my own true love. We’ll meet another day, another time.

He just couldn’t sugar coat his music and feel right about it.

Speaking of short, given the foofaraw, the taking of offense for other people, and the general all ‘round foolishness that took place in late 1977 when this dootlin’ song was climbing to number 2 on the Billboard Top 40, it’s probably for the best that back then there was no internet around to really fan the flames.…

Beach Boys

Gladys Knight & The Pips

Water.

They did do some good work.

The Turtles

Percy Sledge

A few from ‘bout 50 years ago:

This shield will protect your secret heart
The sword will defend from what comes in the dark
Should you grow weary on the battle field
Well do not despair, our love is real

I’ll get back to regular DUAN posting when the pain from these fusions backs off but for now I’m enjoying kibitzing y’all’s work, kinda like I did for the first few years I started hanging around these parts.