
Anyways - I didn't know but "Walk Away Renee" and "Pretty Ballerina" are both about the same girl, Renee Fladen, a girlfriend of one of the band members. I didn't realize this song was such a hit back then either, somehow I'd missed it despite my love of degenerate music from the 1960's counter culture with my detestation of drugs......wait a minute....my Uncle Gary and Aunt Lynn are both flower children.....flower seniors? Hmmmm....

So, the second "odd piece" is in memory of an old shipmate who I haven't heard from after he went to his next assignment who brightened my life through his love of music and his ABILITY to appreciate and extrapolate it.
Anyways, this is also a song that really works with my voice. I've got a great range and the ability to shift pretty seamlessly - but - mmm yeah. Interesting!
Pretty Ballerina
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
and then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised,
no not at all
I called her yesterday,
it should have been tomorrow
I could not keep
the joy that was inside
I begged for her to tell me
if she really loved me
Somewhere a mountain is moving
Afraid it's moving without me
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
and then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all
And when I wake on a dreary Sunday morning
I open up my eyes to find there's rain
And something strange within said,
"go ahead and find her
Just close your eyes, yeah
Just close your eyes and she'll be there"
She'll be there...
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
and then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised,
no not at all
I called her yesterday,
it should have been tomorrow
I could not keep
the joy that was inside
I begged for her to tell me
if she really loved me
Somewhere a mountain is moving
Afraid it's moving without me
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
and then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all
And when I wake on a dreary Sunday morning
I open up my eyes to find there's rain
And something strange within said,
"go ahead and find her
Just close your eyes, yeah
Just close your eyes and she'll be there"
She'll be there...