That One Guy

John talks to the TV.  Sometimes he just comments on what is being shown.  Or he might disagree and argue with something (especially if it's Nancy Pelosi and the Democrats).  Or he might ask me about something or try to engage me in what is playing on the screen.  A lot of times I'm not paying attention.  Maybe I'm reading or checking text messages.  Maybe I consider it a rhetorical question, and I'll respond with a "hmmm."

The other night he was trying to engage me in what was showing on TV while I was doing important texts with my sisters.  The most he got out of me was "I don't know" mostly because I was not listening.  I got up and went in the kitchen to prepare supper.  While there I softly sang to myself:

I talk to the trees But they don't listen to me. I talk to the stars But they never hear me. The breeze hasn't time To stop and hear what I say. I talk to them all in vain.

John announces: "Hey, I know that song."

I didn't even know he could hear me.

I answered back: "What is it?"

J.:  "That one guy sang it in that movie."

Me:  "What guy?"

J.:  "The good, the bad, and the ugly."

Me:  "But what was his name?"

J.:  "Uh.  Clint Eastwood.  And that other guy was in the movie, too."

Me:  "You mean Lee Marvin?"

J.:  "Yeah."

Me:  "What was the movie?"

J.:  "I don't know."

So I sang:

Where am I goin'?      I don't know. Where am I headin'? I ain't certain. All I know Is I am on my way.

Then I cut to:

Gotta dream boy Gotta song Paint your wagon And come along.

 
J:  "Yeah.  That's it.  Paint Your Wagon."

I was totally surprised that he would know any of this until I thought back years ago to when we were dating.  He knew:

I was born under a wandrin' star. I was born under a wandrin' star. Wheels are made for rollin'. Mules are made to pack. I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back.

He now says that he knew the music from watching the movie several times on TV.  It still surprises me that he recognized my rendition of I Talk to the Trees.

Moral:  If you hear me singing or humming I Talk to the Trees, it means I'm not listening to you.