In the godolhador blog above, the writer did a nice job changing the following song:
Same Old Lang Syne
(Dan Fogelberg)
Met my old lover in the grocery store,
The snow was falling Christmas Eve.
I stole behind her in the frozen foods,
And I touched her on the sleeve.
She didn't recognize the face at first,
But then her eyes flew open wide.
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse,
And we laughed until we cried.
We took her groceries to the checkout stand,
The food was totalled up and bagged.
We stood there lost in our embarrassment,
As the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves a drink or two,
But couldn't find an open bar.
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store,
And we drank it in her car.
We drank a toast to innocence,
We drank a toast to now.
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness,
But neither one knew how.
She said she'd married her an architect,
Who kept her warm and safe and dry,
She would have liked to say she loved the man,
But she didn't like to lie.
I said the years had been a friend to her,
And that her eyes were still as blue.
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw,
Doubt or gratitude.
She said she saw me in the record stores,
And that I must be doing well.
I said the audience was heavenly,
But the traveling was hell.
We drank a toast to innocence,
We drank a toast to now.
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness,
But neither one knew how.
We drank a toast to innocence,
We drank a toast to time.
Reliving in our eloquence,
Another 'auld lang syne'......
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired,
And running out of things to say.
She gave a kiss to me as I got out,
And I watched her drive away.
Just for a moment I was back at school,
And felt that old familiar pain .........
And as I turned to make my way back home,
The snow turned into rain ..............
Into
Song for Skeptic's Rebbe, by Rav Doniel Fogleburg
Met my old talmid in the sefarim store
The snow was falling chanukah eve
I stole behind him in the maskil section
And I touched him on his sleeve
He didn't recognize the face at first
But then his eyes flew open wide
He went to hug me and he dropped his books
And we laughed until we cried.
We took his books to the checkout stand
They were totalled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves a bite or two
But couldn't find an open store
We bought a coffee at Starbucks
And we drank it in his car.
We drank a lechayim to innocence
We drank a lechayim to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
He said he'd turned completely skeptical
And dropped all his practice by and by
He would have liked to say he loved his new life
But he didn't like to lie.
I said that I would always be a friend to him
And he could start over anew
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw
Doubt or gratitude.
I said I would try and learn with him
That would really suit me well
He said he found learning was heavenly
But keeping halachah was hell.
We drank a lechayim to innocence
We drank a lechayim to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.
The coffee was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
I said goodbye to him as I got out
And I watched him drive away.
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
As he used to ask me those difficult questions in class
But all my answers were really lame...
The melody (without the words) can be listened to at the following site:
http://users.cis.net/sammy/syne.htm
