Remembering Sparky, one more time
Oct. 30th, 2007 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatcrazycajunApropos of yesterday's postings: On February 12, 2000, literally the day before the final installment of his beloved comic strip Peanuts was to be printed in newspapers around the world, Charles Monroe Schulz died of cancer at age 77.
In another uncanny bit of timing—for me, at least—the following May 27th of that year, one day after my own birthday, an entire comics section's worth of cartoonists paid homage in their own strips to the man who had inspired so many of them to take up pen and pencil and do likewise.
I read them again now here, over seven years later...and all gods above and below help me, I still weep like a newborn knowing he is gone. It's like losing a family member—a beloved old uncle who always had good advice to give and funny stories to tell, each just when you needed them.
In another uncanny bit of timing—for me, at least—the following May 27th of that year, one day after my own birthday, an entire comics section's worth of cartoonists paid homage in their own strips to the man who had inspired so many of them to take up pen and pencil and do likewise.
I read them again now here, over seven years later...and all gods above and below help me, I still weep like a newborn knowing he is gone. It's like losing a family member—a beloved old uncle who always had good advice to give and funny stories to tell, each just when you needed them.
CHARLIE BROWN
Music and lyrics by Matt G. Leger ©1984-2007
He's never done a whole lot right
Can't kick a football or fly a kite
In life's rat race he's always somehow left behind
At the starting line
He's never won a baseball game
Each time he tries, it turns out the same
Or if it looks like his team might win
They call the game
On account of rain
The little things that we all take for granted
Just never seem to come his way at all
The seed of ev'ry single dream he's planted
Has died away like autumn leaves that fall
He's never kissed the red-haired girl
Who sends his heart into such a whirl
He tries to tell her he loves her
But the words won't come
And he feels so dumb
So many times his hopes of winning shatter
And yet he keeps on trying faithfully
But when it comes to things that really matter
Like having friends who care
And knowing how to share
He's all the winner anyone could be
And everybody wonders...
"Is there a little bit of Charlie Brown in me?"
Music and lyrics ©1984-2007 by Matt G. Leger. Performance or recording for profit requires prior written consent and payment of royalties per ASCAP/BMI standards. All other uses freely permitted so long as this credit is retained unaltered.
Music and lyrics by Matt G. Leger ©1984-2007
He's never done a whole lot right
Can't kick a football or fly a kite
In life's rat race he's always somehow left behind
At the starting line
He's never won a baseball game
Each time he tries, it turns out the same
Or if it looks like his team might win
They call the game
On account of rain
The little things that we all take for granted
Just never seem to come his way at all
The seed of ev'ry single dream he's planted
Has died away like autumn leaves that fall
He's never kissed the red-haired girl
Who sends his heart into such a whirl
He tries to tell her he loves her
But the words won't come
And he feels so dumb
So many times his hopes of winning shatter
And yet he keeps on trying faithfully
But when it comes to things that really matter
Like having friends who care
And knowing how to share
He's all the winner anyone could be
And everybody wonders...
"Is there a little bit of Charlie Brown in me?"
Music and lyrics ©1984-2007 by Matt G. Leger. Performance or recording for profit requires prior written consent and payment of royalties per ASCAP/BMI standards. All other uses freely permitted so long as this credit is retained unaltered.
