just watched a short film about chilling and near the end of barefoot in the head this speech comes on that I've heard before it starts with "i put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back" anyone know where that is from in its original form?
i put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back
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found a clip
of it here....
gonna use audio hijack to grab it
http://homeboys-adventures-in-australia.com/seashell.rpm
of it here....
gonna use audio hijack to grab it
http://homeboys-adventures-in-australia.com/seashell.rpm
erm....
It isn't from a film, it's a poem by Rod McKuen:
The Gypsy Camp
I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back; the yellow sun . . .the Mediterranean blue, the sky, the children running on the beach that day, the kildear birds marching in formation down to the sea, and back - when my memory wanders, as it does when bad things happen, I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back; that day . . .you.
Even the gypsies. It all comes back. You see what loving does; it makes you trust in horoscopes, and gypsy wands and fortune tellers, and even seashells.
I still believe in love. It's hard these days you know, and yet it's still the great adventure; better than blowing bridges or a bus ride to Chicago. Even better than running away from home . . .to . . . join the gypsies.
It isn't from a film, it's a poem by Rod McKuen:
The Gypsy Camp
I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back; the yellow sun . . .the Mediterranean blue, the sky, the children running on the beach that day, the kildear birds marching in formation down to the sea, and back - when my memory wanders, as it does when bad things happen, I put a seashell to my ear and it all comes back; that day . . .you.
Even the gypsies. It all comes back. You see what loving does; it makes you trust in horoscopes, and gypsy wands and fortune tellers, and even seashells.
I still believe in love. It's hard these days you know, and yet it's still the great adventure; better than blowing bridges or a bus ride to Chicago. Even better than running away from home . . .to . . . join the gypsies.
