song of the week: gregg allman, melissa
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWtLkSlfWRQ"something in his leisurely movements and the secure position of his feet suggested that it was mr. gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens.
i decided to call to him. miss baker had mentioned him at dinner, and that would do for an introduction. but i didn't call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone - he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as i was from him, i could have sworn he was trembling. involuntarily i glanced seaward - and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and faraway, that might have been the end of a dock. when i looked once more for gatsby he had vanished, and i was alone again in the unquiet darkness."
no one knows the gypsy's name
and no one hears his lonely sigh
there are no blankets where he lies
in all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
with sweet melissa
