Dark Side of the Loon

My Ride With Raoul

2012-02-09T20:19:00.002-06:00

The back of his neck is hard and shows strength. There is a thick vein winding it's way down his neck from the hairline, I imagine a train coming down a steep mountain, I follow it as it disappears into the tunnel of his Polo collar. Choo Choo.

The thickness of his black hair is freshly trimmed and straightened, but I would bet you anything that the slightest hint of moisture would cause soft baby curls to pop up all over his head. Presto Magico!

He holds himself erect, but not stiff, confidant, glancing left and right with hardly a move, exuding security and control. I wonder what would happen if I reached up and touched that vein? If I made eye contact in the rear view mirror?

He stops and turns and I pay the fare and tip, I feel I should be generous, after all, he has magic hair. I glance at his name plate and say, "Nice ride, Raoul" and it was.

Scent of Yelapa

2012-01-23T20:10:00.001-06:00

...the scent took me back to a mountain on the island of Yelapa, Jalisco, Mexico, where a tall blond-haired and handsome Mexican, named Arturo, once handed me a stash of fragrant mountain-grown bud wrapped in the New York Times. The wrapping was unexpected.

Amsterdam

2011-12-31T06:44:00.000-06:00

Please enjoy Miles Davis and John Coltrane while you read.

Video below post.

I let myself have a little wine tonight. After a glass, I found my thoughts drifting to you.

I remember Amsterdam and the loft we shared. Just a bed and bath at the top of narrow stairs. Below us was that lovely bakery. I remember the smell of hot bread that would wake us before dawn. That smell still comforts me. Five days we had, five days to make love all night, wake, eat, love again. Surrounded in our blue smoke, we were the only world. Occasionally we would take the stairs down and mingle with the locals. I wonder if you ever think of that time so long ago. I choose to think you do.

I am back there now, hanging on your arm [and every word you say] as we walk along Jefferson Avenue. We liked to stop at the Blue Goose to share a treat. We would order way too much food and ask the waiter for a doggie bag and take it with us as we rushed back to our loft, because the only thing we really had a taste for was each other. We made love almost desperately as the days passed and they passed so damn quickly. We knew that our time was close. Somehow we both knew that this was magical and that we would never feel this passionately again. I never did. I really never loved like that again. I remember once clutching my stomach with an ache that went deep down to my core. I loved you so much that the thought of parting cut me deeply. The feeling was so real that I cried out loud and you asked what was wrong. I lied and told you I had stubbed my toe on the chair. I knew when the five days were over that we too would be over and I was right. I never saw you again.

Many years have passed since then and I know now that I wasn't right at all. I was wrong, we will never be over. We are together now. Trapped in time exactly as we were then, the free-spirited boy who wrote silly songs and laughed at the world and the brown-eyed girl who still believed in time machines and soft purple dragons. We are there in Amsterdam again. It may have taken the glow of the wine to revive you, but I relish the memory as I walk the avenue holding your arm once more and it is real and I love you now as I loved you then. There is no ache this time, because I know you will never really leave me. I keep you hidden from my world. You are my secret, never to be shared.

Oh Amsterdam, you were once mine and I will always cherish you.

A couple of fellows we ran into:

Amsterdam

perfect london bed

2011-12-25T12:14:00.000-06:00

i dream of a perfect london bed in a room tight above a pub upon this bed hardly more than a cot lies a london man his head hides the pillow his feet dangle from the edge this london man large like a bear says to me with voice of honey gravel come my girl lay upon me tis plenty of room don tcha see I say no i dunna see even a spot left for me unsure trepid i climb aboard his chest his belly so deceptively soft warm i burrow snuggle find for my pillow a beard of curls thick strawberry red all is just right don't wake me you fools let me sleep forever on this perfect london bed

db

Glasgow

2011-10-23T00:36:00.002-05:00

You can listen to Coltrane - After the Rain as you read.

(video below post)

GlasgowGlasgow was as dark and murky as a scene from a Dickens novel. The rain was coming down so hard it splashed up from the ground to soak pants and shoes and the roar of it gave everything a "film noir" mysterious air.

Outside the Glasgow train station I stood soaking wet and shivering with the cold and I watched you. You were propped in a darkened doorway like a knickknack in a shadowbox. Bless, you looked lost and confused and slightly wobbly. You stole a bit of my heart that night. I looked at you and made eye contact and that is exactly when you stole it from me. I felt a jolt inside my chest and became giddy like schoolgirl. I wanted to play with you. A stranger in a strange country, had I lost my mind? I wanted to take you home and lock you in my room and keep you all to myself like a secret souvenir. My hands wanted to smooth your wild copper curls, my lips wanted to taste your lips. Your lips were full and ripe, that's not something I have ever thought about a man's lips, but yours did look deliciously ripe and I wanted to taste...savor them. I wanted you. Apparently, you wanted me too. I had a six hour layover.

It was crazy really, I hadn't thought about a man in...well honestly, I don't recall, my job kept me running so much it was impossible to have a relationship, my priority was my career. Maybe the job was getting to me, I had been traveling so much, I wouldn't even know I was in Scotland if it wasn't for the sign hanging over the station door, maybe I had travelers lag, I don't know. I do know I will never regret a moment of the evening.

Whatever excuse I give myself for the way I reacted doesn't really matter now, it has been almost three years since that night and I still wouldn't mind taking you home and locking you in my room. I hope you will take care of my bit of heart. I cherish the bit I took from you. You're my special curio.

Dark and murky Glasgow holds a special charm for me.

db

Chris Cornell - When I'm Down - Troubadour, January 29 2010

2011-01-14T19:34:00.000-06:00

Shop Talk

2010-09-28T21:40:00.001-05:00

I wrote this during a time in my life when people I trusted surprised me. I was blindsided.

SHOPTALK

Users, losers.
Intentional abusers.

Why are you here?

Hating, abating.
Obviously waiting.

Why are you here?

To feed off the rest.
Ridicule - make jest.

I would like to send you out for repair.

Your tainted.
db original post 12-08-2001 Written in 1991

Rise for the Scattered Day

2010-09-18T21:26:00.000-05:00

Rise for the Scattered Day

rise and rise above the influences
rise above the questions, the degradations, the nuances
rise above the unnamed fears, the pains, the transgressions

rise high above the imbalance, the reactions, and the depressions

rise for the scattered day

you must rise for the scattered day

db 04/19/06

Art :

http://www.karenjerome.com/treehouses_3.htm

Dark World

2010-06-20T01:47:00.001-05:00

DARK WORLD
I stepped into your dark world
Drank from your angry cup
I walked into your blackness
Now you must give me up

No longer will I close my eyes,
to your unholy hate
I will turn and walk away
For I know you are not my fate

Vampire Lust (Ode to Lestat)

2010-06-16T01:22:00.002-05:00

repost for my friend Lestat.

For Poetry Thursday I have chosen Vampire Lust ( Ode to Lestat). I hope you enjoy. Vampire Lust

The heat from you is strong
I can smell your blood
I hear the sound as it pulses
I see the beat, the rhythm
I cannot help but take you

You feel my need, you sense
You come to me
I taste you slowly

Relish

You succumb, you become
We are one
Then I am gone

db

original post 12-08-2001 - Originally written in 1995

pathetic

2010-03-13T23:00:00.006-06:00

pathetic

useless
no reason to be

kaleidoscope
i don't see

wounds
blinding me

drained
apathy

db
original post 12-08-2001 written 1993
This blog originated as "Ramblings of a Manic Depressive" I just wanted a place to keep these poems. It was private for a long time. It still feels strange to share them.
I found out there was a book by that name published in the 70's, so I had to change it.

Takers

2010-02-18T22:49:00.004-06:00

Another from the Ramblings compilation. I have read this out loud at a Poetry Bar down on "Deep Ellum" in Dallas. It was meant to be read aloud.

Takers

In the dank, dark, lousy cells of your mind
Do you find from time-to-time a respite

Do you burn all the day
Do you hate all the night

or

Do you sometimes suffer from fright

Have you cried a tear that was not for show
Had a moment when you stubbed your toe

Was there ever a time when you did not lie
No, that would take effort - you would have to try

Your one of the mean ones
The takers - the spies
Stay away from me
You make me cry
db

cornered

2010-01-16T04:53:00.001-06:00

trapped
backed into the wall with no escape route
trapped by the times I didn't think
clutched by circumstances I don't own
breathless with anxiety my body tightly closing in
stopped cold by obligations debts owed to all
I want it to end I need it to stop
I scream in my mind
I have no where to go
my body has failed me my mind has escaped me
Will God help such a hapless soul?

Contributors

2009-12-21T03:38:00.000-06:00

I hate it when I feel this way. I always hope it will not return, but here I go again. Repost from 2006

Contributors

You have all contributed to my demise.

When you took my love and returned no heart
you contributed.

When you turned on me and spewed me with your hate.
you contributed.

When you falsely accused me of what I would never conceive
you contributed.

When you used your children and threw them up
you contributed.

What you left behind is a fractured shell.

I attempt to rebound , to lift up my head.

Just empty eyes remain. The spirit is dead.

db

Illusions

2009-12-10T11:43:00.003-06:00

This is another from Ramblings. I am trying to write something fresh for next week. Something not so dark. We will see.

Illusions

How can I sit here pretending.

When I really want to scream.

How can I fake it.

The thought to me is obscene.

The daily act of living,

is too much sometimes to bear.

Maybe I could just smile and nod.

Let them think I care.

db
original post 12-08-2001

It's Not That Easy To Die

2009-12-05T00:42:00.001-06:00

It's Not That Easy To Die

Mama wouldn't like it if I left a mess.
People want to see your face when your laid to rest.
I could try and hit the heart, but I might miss.
Way too much blood, if you go for the wrist.
Drugs might not be that easy to trace, but I don't want to die with vomit in my face.
I guess I'll give it another try.
It's not that easy to die.

db

original post 12-08-2001

Wallbanger

2009-11-04T23:53:00.001-06:00

WALLBANGER

The highs are as bad as the lows
Like a speed freak on a jones
Bouncing off the walls
Unknowingly clenching my jaws
I feel I'm moving too fast
My future is quickly becoming my past
I'm tired and I want to rest
First I must finish this
Cosmo personality test.

db
original post 12-08-2001

I'm Nobody! Who Are You?

2009-10-16T21:04:00.004-05:00

I'm Nobody! Who are you? by Emily Dickinson

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you -- Nobody -- Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know!

How dreary -- to be -- Somebody!
How public -- like a Frog --
To tell one's name -- the livelong June --
To an admiring Bog!

Fatigue

2009-10-05T16:36:00.000-05:00

i wished i could awaken

this cannot be real

i must find some solution

better than this in my hands

my old fatigue jacket

filled with rocks

filled with pain

no solution

this cannot be real

never thought

i could be this

spirit almost drained

been here before

never for so long

this cannot be real

blind to the solution

maybe it's not there

Scream silently

someone might hear

db

Last Flowers - Radiohead Music Video

2009-08-12T18:47:00.000-05:00

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Lyrics:
Last Flowers
appliances have gone berserk
i cannot keep up
treading on people's toes
snot-nosed little punk
and i can't face the evening straight
you can offer me escape
houses move and houses speak
if you take me there you'll get relief, relief, relief, relief
and if i'm gonna talk
i just want to talk
please don't interrupt
just sit back and listen
cos i can't face the evening straight
you can offer me escape
houses move and houses speak
if you take me there you'll get relief, relief, relief, relief
relief, relief
it's too much, too bright, too powerful
too much, too bright, too powerful
too much, too bright, too powerful
too much, too bright, too powerful

Why Ask Why?

2009-08-07T12:09:00.006-05:00

In our efforts to organise and ease our personal lives on earth, we have disorganised and caused unease in the universe. The longer I live the more I see how truly stupid and useless we are in the massive scheme of things and am even more confused by the question my brain continually asks, "Why are we here?" I do believe in God. I have been touched and assisted more than once, but that doesn't clear up any confusion, it just creates more questions. I know I will not find an answer to the big questions and it is best for my mental stability to not ask or think them.
It is so much easier to just wrap myself up in TV & books, lose myself in someone else's mind, but what if I am supposed to be doing something important and I am sitting and wasting away in front of a TV/computer or game when I am needed elsewhere. It is too late?

Feeling Alright

2009-07-21T18:09:00.003-05:00

I am back. Dead eyes have gone quickly. If I could just dig out of this. I have always been able to pick myself up and dust myself off, as the song goes, but circumstances are out of my control this time. Or are they? I will find a way.

Saul Bellow

2009-02-15T17:36:00.000-06:00

There is an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are and what this life is for.
Saul Bellow
Canadian born American novelist, 1915-2005

The Other Side of the Door

2009-01-01T17:10:00.001-06:00

I hesitate before I open my bedroom door, but there is a need for coffee and the bathroom. My hand is on the knob. I take a breath that is more of a sigh. What will I find on the other side?

I hope I am wrong and today is a bright one, but more than likely, on the other side of the door, I will find dead and despondent eyes. A head that drops when I speak. A hand that wearily rises to block the eyes from seeing me. An action well practiced.

She will be sitting at the kitchen table , a pad full of numbers, stacks of overdue bills. The smell of an overflowing ashtray combining with the stench of despair. I can taste it. Chronic, chronic, chronic pain. snap, snarl, bite. Words are useless items when depression takes your sight.

It doesn't help to know that someone may be hesitating just outside my own bedroom door.
I turn and go back to my bed. Maybe I can hold off for just a moment more.

db

As Hope and Promise Fade - Chris Cornell

Baby, I'm Back.

2008-11-30T17:22:00.003-06:00

It has been so long since I came here. I missed you.
Something went wrong and my blog was in Japanese and my sign on wouldn't work. It started back when I started using my Google sign on. I couldn't fix it and I couldn't read it, so I just abandoned it. That wasn't very nice, aye?
I thought I would come by today and see what was happening and it is found it no longer in Japanese. Yay. I may have flirted with 360, MYSPACE and Facebook, but you are my original love. When I started blogging here, I wasn't sure what a blog was. It was new to me, but I loved having a place to put my poems and private thoughs down where no one could find them. I messed up when I went public, because I lost the freedom of knowing no one you know could know the private stuff. Did I use the word "know " enough in that sentence? I don't really need the hiding place so much. I am in a lighter place now.

The Thanksgiving holiday was especially nice this year, very little drama and the meal was perfection. I am glad. The kids are all becoming teenagers this year, so it ought to be a fun next few years. (Hide me) I added a pic from the jibjab I made them. I will add the video now that this baby is cooperating with me again.

Dark Side, I Love you, miss you and will be back soon. I promise.

Castles Burning

2008-02-27T22:59:00.000-06:00

Neil Young - Castles Burning.

I was only seventeen when I had my daughter. I was single with no qualifications and I had no idea what I was going to do. I heard the line "Don't let it bring you down, it's only castles burning, just find someone whos turning and you will come around" and I roused myself and took a step forward. I walked a long way.

There have been other times when I needed to hear the line again and it helped. I think I need to hear it today.

If you want to sing-a-long - lyrics are posted below video.

Neil Young. 1971

Don't Let It Bring You Down

Old man lying by the side of the road

With the lorries rolling by,

Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load

And the building scrape the sky,

Cold wind ripping down the allay at dawn

And the morning paper flies,

Dead man lying by the side of the road

With the daylight in his eyes.

Don't let it bring you down

It's only castles burning,

Find someone who's turning

And you will come around.

Blind man running through the light of the night

With an answer in his hand,

Come on down to the river of sight

And you can really understand,

Red lights flashing through the window in the rain,

Can you hear the sirens moan?

White cane lying in a gutter in the lane,

If you're walking home alone.

Don't let it bring you down

It's only castles burning,

Just find someone who's turning

And you will come around.

Don't let it bring you down

It's only castles burning,

Just find someone who's turning

And you will come around.

[ www.azlyrics.com ]

Bandit Won't Play With Me

2008-02-23T01:43:00.000-06:00

Bandit won't play with me. Probably mad at all my blogging and tweeting. I thought I heard him placing a classified earlier. Overheard tip of convo., " right, no tech types, computers a no no."

THE MAN WHO SOLD THE WORLD

2007-04-09T17:40:00.004-05:00

Man Who Sold The World (videos below lyrics)
We passed upon the stairs,
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes -- I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me,
We never lost control,
You're face to face,
With the man who sold the world
I laughed and shook his hand,
I made my way back home,
I searched for form and land,
Years and years I roamed,
I gazed a gazely stare,
We walked a million hills -- I must have died alone,
A long long time ago.
Who knows, not me,
I never lost control,
You're face, to face,
With the man who sold the world.

I like all of these versions.

David Bowie is the original!

Nirvana

Jordis Unga (I think Jordis did a great job on RockStarINXS)

To Be, Or Not To Be

2007-01-08T13:09:00.000-06:00

William Shakespeare - To be, or not to be (from Hamlet 3/1)

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

Runaway Train - Soul Asylum

2006-07-21T17:26:00.000-05:00

I was watching RockStar SuperNova this week and heard one of my favorite 90's grunge songs. I love Grunge.
Here are the lyrics and a link to the Rock Star performance! I hope you like as much as I do. Rockstar SuperNova and here are the Performance Videos. I would suggest you also watch all of Dilana's performances. She is riveting.

Soul Asylum
Runaway Train

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a slow torch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning

So tired that I couldn't even sleep
So many secrets I couldn't keep
Promised myself I wouldn't weep
One more promise I couldn't keep

It seems no one can help me now
I'm in too deep
There's no way out
This time I have really led myself astray

CHORUS
Runaway train never going back
Wrong way on a one way track
Seems like I should be getting somewhere
Somehow I'm neither here no there

Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile
How on earth did I get so jaded
Life's mystery seems so faded

I can go where no one else can go
I know what no one else knows
Here I am just drownin' in the rain
With a ticket for a runaway train

Everything is cut and dry
Day and night, earth and sky
Somehow I just don't believe it

CHORUS

Bought a ticket for a runaway train
Like a madman laughin' at the rain
Little out of touch, little insane
Just easier than dealing with the pain

Runaway train never comin' back
Runaway train tearin' up the track
Runaway train burnin' in my veins
Runaway but it always seems the same

Ziggy Stardust

2006-06-26T18:22:00.000-05:00

Another trip down memory lane.. This time it is inspired by my 9yr old grandaughter. She has somehow discovered David Bowie and has had me looking up videos for her. When I found Ziggy - I knew I would have to share . I hope you enjoy. What a fun time to be alive that was.

The Arctic Is Melting Video

2006-05-21T23:32:00.000-05:00

This is not a funny video. The question is what can be done?

An Inconvenient Truth - The Arctic Is Melting (2006)
The story of former Vice President Al Gore's crusade to bring greater knowledge of global warming to the world at large.
35 sec

Fruit Can Be Beautiful and Destructive. New Video

2006-05-21T03:09:00.000-05:00

Sometimes a drink commercial can be art. This one is.

Tango Clear (2006)A soft drink company in England creates a brilliantly fruit-flavored homage to the popular Sony Bravia spot.1 min 2 sec

Chris Daughtry - Two More Good Ones!

2006-05-17T01:03:00.000-05:00

This video features Chris singing "Hemorrhage" and "I Walk the Line" I decide to spit the three Chris videos up. Don't miss the other two! Lyrics to Hemorrhage below video!

Hemorrhage
Fuel

Memories are just where you laid them
Drag the waters ’till the depths give up their dead
What did you expect to find?
Was there something you left behind?
Don’t you remember anything I said when I said

Don’t fall away, and leave me to myself
Don’t fall away and leave love bleeding
In my hands, in my hands again
Leave love bleeding
In my hands, in my hands
Love lies bleeding

Oh hold me now I feel contagious
Am I the only place that you’ve left to go
She cries her life is like
Some movie black and white
Dead actors faking lines
Over and over and over again she cries

Don’t fall away, and leave me to myself
Dont fall away, and leave love bleeding
In my hands, in my hands again
Leave love bleeding
In my hands, in my hands
Love lies bleeding

And I wanted
You turned away
You don’t remember, but I do
You never even tried

Don’t fall away and leave me to myself
Don’t fall away and leave love bleeding
In my hands, in my hands again
Leave love bleeding
In my hands, in my hands
Love lies bleeding

405 Emergency Landing - Video of the Day

2006-05-14T14:31:00.000-05:00

This is great. I would love to be able to produce videos like this. It is amazing to me what can be done with animation.

As It Lands

2006-05-12T16:32:00.001-05:00

This was a time when I was hurt, damaged by the way the world can and will be. Illusions dashed against a concrete wall, scattered by the the injustice of all, by the truths that should not be true, by hope disintegrating, crumbling as it lands..

Brain Damage - Pink Floyd

2006-05-03T16:09:00.000-05:00

This is actually the brain of a Meth addict. That is not me, but I know this brain and it has dramatically affected my life.

(This is more me)

Brain Damage

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me ’till I’m sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

Am I who I think I am or who they think I am or neither? I do not think I am who they see at all.

Stephan Colbert Roasts President Bush

2006-05-01T19:55:00.000-05:00

Stephan has balls the size of a Rhino. I love Colbert. I hope Bush doesn't make him "go away".

New Bush Video "Let's Bomb Iran"

2006-04-29T00:40:00.000-05:00

One of the 18000 trillion reasons I love living in the USA. We can make videos like this and not be hung or shot. We can lampoon anyone we damn well please. This is a funny one.

Tea for the Tillerman - Wild World

2006-04-28T18:31:00.000-05:00

Tea for the Tillerman was a one of a kind album. Every artist or band has that one special album. This is Cat Stevens special one. Wild World is a classic. It spoke of the times and the times they were crazy back then. They are crazy now, but in a different way, in more of a mean way. Most of the world was embracing life with open arms in the Sixties and Seventies.

1971

Listen to a sample here : www.vh1.com/artists/az/stevens_cat/83715/album.jhtml

Wild World
Cat Stevens

La la la la la...

Now that I've lost everything to you
You say that you want to start something new
And it's breaking my heart, you're leaving
Baby, I'm grieving
If you want to leave, take good care
Hope you find a lot of nice things to wear
Then a lot of nice things turn bad out there

[CHORUS]
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
It's hard to get by, just upon a smile
Oh, baby, baby, it's a wild world
I'll always remember you
Like a child, girl

You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do
And it's breaking my heart in two
Cause I never wanna see you sad, girl
Don't be a bad girl
Now if you wanna leave, take good care
Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
Just remember there's a lot, I'd beware

REPEAT CHORUS

La la la la la...

If you want to leave, take good care
Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a lot, I'd beware

REPEAT CHORUS

Oh baby, baby, it's a wild world (x2)

La da da...
Ooooh, mmmm, oh yeah, hey...
La da da...
Doo doo...
Mmmm, oh yeah
La da da...
Doo doo...
Mmmm, doo doo...mmmm

# Title Time Info Real
01 Where Do The Children Play 03:51 _
02 Hard-Headed Woman 03:47 _
03 Wild World 03:20 _
04 Sad Lisa 03:40 _
05 Miles From Nowhere 03:33 _
06 But I Might Die Tonight 01:52 _
07 Longer Boats 03:12 _
08 Into White 03:24 _
09 On The Road To Findout 05:08 _
10 Father And Son 03:41 _
11 Tea For The Tillerman 01:01 _

Fell On Black Days

2006-04-26T23:56:00.000-05:00

http://music.yahoo.com/track/821973

Fell On Black Days

Whatsoever I've feared has
Come to life
Whatsoever I've fought off
Became my life
Just when everyday
Seemed to greet
Me with a smile
Sunspots have faded
And now I'm doing time
Cause I fell on
Black days

Whomsoever I've cured
I've sickened now
Whomsoever I've cradled
I've put you down
I'm a search light soul
They say but I can't
See it in the night
I'm only faking
When I get it right
Cause I fell on
Black days
How would I know
That this could be my fate

So what you wanted to
See good has made you blind
And what you wanted to
Be yours has made it
Mine
So don't you lock up
Something that you
Wanted to see fly
Hands are for shaking
No not tying

I sure don't
Mind a change
But I fell on black
Days
How would I know
That this could be
My fate

Chris Cornell, Soundgarden, SUPERUNKNOWN

Soundgarden split up April 9th, 1997, but I still love them.

SOUNDGARDEN is:

Chris Cornell--vocals/guitar Kim Thayil--lead guitar Matt Cameron--drums/percussion *Ben Shepard--bass/vocals(Badmotorfinger, Superunknown, Down On The Upside) *Hiro Yamamoto--bass(Screaming Life/Fopp, Ultramega OK, Louder Than Love)

CHRIS CORNELL - Poet

"Success is really only a measure of what has happened before," says Chris Cornell, who as singer for Seattle's recently disbanded Soundgarden, reintroduced integrity and reckless passion back into the tired genre of hard rock. Though Soundgarden split in 1997 at the height of their 12-year-career, Cornell continues on in the tradition of breaking boundaries and challenging traditions with his daringly eclectic debut Euphoria Morning.
http://reviews.modernrock.com/32
"I don't think you ever really reach a plateau where you're good enough at your craft to just stop and rest on past achievements. You always have to create something new rather than borrow or lean on what you've done in the past. It's like being a baby. You've just been born and have totally new parameters. The world is wide open."

repost from December 2005. I am on a friends system and can't download now.

Grape Lady - Another's Pain is My Gain

2006-04-24T20:53:00.000-05:00

This video cracked me up. I am just mean sometimes. This was the sort of day where I enjoyed seeing someone land face first!

How did I miss 420?

2006-04-23T00:13:00.000-05:00

Huh, I missed posting on 420? I musta got stoned and missed it.
This video reminded me, so here is my belated 420 post. For all my 420 friends around the world. Heres to it. Can you find the video on this page?

Nickleback - Photograph

2006-04-21T02:06:00.000-05:00

Video and Lyrics - Sing Along (lyrics below video)
I cannot get tired of this song. Sing with me.

PHOTOGRAPH
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin' out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time I had better things to do
Criminal records says I've broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it's too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Last man and now that it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Oh oh oh oh god I....I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops seeing us hanging out
They said somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when

Oh oh oh oh god I...I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase it
you can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
So hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change......

Every memory of looking out the back door
I have a photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
Its hard to say, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me......

Poems, Prayers and Promises

2006-04-18T22:40:00.001-05:00

This album came out in 1971. That was a great year for music. Dark Side of the Moon came out then too. I was sixteen years old and I stubbed my toe. I got pregnant. My poor Mom cried and cried and I was way more scared than I wanted anyone to know, but it was also one of the best times of my life. My one and only child(daughter) is 32 now and I am 51 with three grandchildren and things have worked out fine. Good times and bad times. I was too young to really grasp the seriousness of Vietnam and the revolution taking place in America. I was just old enough to enjoy the freedom, the music, the camaraderie, the smoke(gave that up while pregers) and the changes taking place. I had met a group of older friends from the University of Arlington in Texas. They were a diverse group and I learned a lot from them, how to party hardy and also much about the world. This John Denver song captures the easy, laid back feelings of the 70's, just as Jefferson Airplane captured the turbulance and anger. Listen to John Denver http://music.aol.com/artist/main.adp?artistid=4070&sem=1&ncid=AOLMUS001700000009

JOHN DENVER
POEMS PRAYERS AND PROMISES
March/1971

I've been lately thinking about my life's time
All the things I've done and how it's been
And I can't help believing in my own mind
I know I'm gonna hate to see it end
I've seen a lot of sunshine slept out in the rain
Spent a night or two all on my own
I've known my lady's pleasures had myself some friends
And spent a time or two in my own home

I have to say it now it's been a good life all in all
It's really fine to have a chance to hang around
Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady sit and pass a pipe around
And talk of poems and prayers and promises and things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone how right it is to care
How long it's been since yesterday what about tomorrow
And what about our dreams and all the memories we share

The days they pass so quickly now the nights are seldom long
Time around me whispers when it's cold
The changes somehow frighten me still I have to smile
It turns me on to think of growing old
For though the life's been good to me there's still so much to do
So many things my mind has never known
I'd like to raise a family I'd like to sail away
And dance across the mountains on the moon

I have to say it now
It's been a good life all in all
It's really fine
To have the chance to hang around
And lie there by the fire
And watch the evening tire
While all my friends and my old lady
Sit and watch the sun go down

And talk of poems and prayers and promises
And things that we believe in
How sweet it is to love someone
How right it is to care
How long it's been since yesterday
What about tomorrow
What about our dreams
And all the memories we share

1971 Hippies

Another "Your Beautiful" Video Spoof

2006-04-17T03:18:00.000-05:00

What can I say? I am a sucker for James Blunts "Your Beautiful" and shirtless young men. This is another video featuring both.
To link to the original James Blunt video. click on the Title.

Easter Pictures

2006-04-16T13:55:00.000-05:00

Easter went well. The kiddos had a good time. The Chocolate bunnies were melting in the hot Texas sun, but we managed to eat them anyways.

Mack liked his Spiderman egg best!

Erin Palace and Dylan hit the jackpot with the Prize Eggs.

Sydni Dawn went for the Chocolate Bunnies.

Madison made out like a bandit with jewlery and a big basket of eggs.

They hunted eggs, played games and flew kites. I ran out of memory and didn't get the kites,,darn it, I really need to get a memory card.

I Have Been Cleared. I Am Not A Criminal!

2006-04-12T20:57:00.000-05:00

Blogger finished reviewing my blog and agrees that I am not a spam bot. I don't have to use a password to post anymore. I added a new video below!
They Said:
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it will no longer appear as potential spam. If you sign out of Blogger and
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So heres a new video "What Old People Do For Fun"

If I Only Had A Brain - George and Dick

2006-04-12T01:16:00.000-05:00

If I Only Had A Brain

(George)
I could wile away the hours
Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain

And my head I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain

I'd unravel any riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain

(Dick)
With the thoughts you'd be thinkin'
You could be another Lincoln
If you only had a brain

(George)
Oh, I would tell you why
The ocean's near the shore
I could think of things I never thunk before
And then I'd sit and think some more

I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain
I would dance and be merry
Life would be a ding-a-derry
If I only had a brain

No insult intended to Mr Ray Bolger. My favorite Scarecrow ever!

Someone Needs Glasses

2006-04-10T14:25:00.000-05:00

Don't watch this one in front of the kids. This poor girl needs glasses badly. Ok, it's another Google video and it's funny.

Sydni's Video

2006-04-08T23:38:00.000-05:00

My grandaughter made this video for me. I wished she had done it in a more lighted area,,,lol She is a beautiful person and as she says "The Prettiest Girl You Know"

I Am Not A Bot!

2006-04-08T01:11:00.000-05:00

Wanna Play?

I guess I have been posting too many videos. Blogger wondered if I was a spam blog. Nope, just have a lot going on right now and it has been difficult to write. It is late now and the house is quiet, except for a branch that is hitting the window and sliding around making a fingernails on chalkboard sound. I keep meaning to trim it.

We had another cold spell hit after a very warm week. I say cold, I should say colder. It is around 56 degrees right now. This is Texas. Flowers are popping up here and there. They are sneaking up on me this year. I didn't pre-plan or prepare for spring like I usually do. The weather was so unpredictable, I didn't even trust the Farmers Almanac.

I think I was too ambitious with my Garden planting and I can't keep up with the weeds in so many areas. I am always overwhelmed and say I won't be able to do it, but manage to have pretty gardens in late spring and early summer anyways, but this year,,,,,When July and August hit everyone just says to hell with it.

This year though they are already talking heavy water restrictions. The little rain we had didn't help the drought conditions much at all.

Your Beautiful Video - A Heck Yes Production

2006-04-06T22:07:00.000-05:00

This is a funny version of James Blunts "Your Beautiful"

Live Concert Footage of Paul Rodgers & Queen

2006-04-05T00:09:00.000-05:00

Paul Rodgers,,, sigh. They are performing We Are The Champions, Tie Your Mother Down, and God Save the Queen taken from the Return Of Champions DVD/CD out now from Hollywood Records.
Brian May, Roger Taylor and Paul Rodgers. Hope you enjoy!

Smart Woman - Video

2006-04-02T16:32:00.000-05:00

Humor makes life tolerable
This woman had a good idea.

The Facts

2006-04-01T01:33:00.000-06:00

the harm you pray against has come
your soul cries out for answers
there are none
face it with strength you must
with breath catching and stomach clenching
you trust
must not think of it too long
overwhelming fear at the facts
please make them be wrong
it is wrong, it is all wrong

db 04/01/06

The Wedding Ring - funny Video

2006-03-30T17:35:00.000-06:00
You can see where this ones going,,,still funny.

Sing Along - Please Remember Me - Tim McGraw

2006-03-29T13:36:00.000-06:00

This is a beautiful song and it reminds me of an old love. I hope you will sing along. Click on link to see video.
http://launch.yahoo.com/video/default.asp?vid=2144627

http://music.yahoo.com/ar-256961-videos--Tim-McGraw

Please Remember Me

(rodney crowell/will jennings)

When all our tears have reached the sea
Part of you will live in me
Way down deep inside my heart
The days keep coming without fail
A new wind is gonna find your sail
That’s where your journey starts

You’ll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me

Just like the waves down by the shore
We’re gonna keep on coming back for more
’cause we don’t ever wanna stop
Out in this brave new world you seek
Oh the valleys and the peaks
And I can see you on the top

You’ll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me

Remember me when you’re out walkin’
When the snow falls high outside your door
Late at night when you’re not sleepin’
And moonlight falls across your floor
When I can’t hurt you anymore

You’ll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me
Please remember me
<---added for chiefbisquit!
http://whospackageisit.blogspot.com/2005/12/guessed-packages-ten-eleven-and-twelve.html

takers

2006-03-26T12:25:00.001-06:00
For Dex. I am reposting "Takers" for one of my blog mates. There are some bad folks in the world and everytime they hurt or use someone they add another brick of bitterness to our collective wall. I wrote this about those sociopaths.

Takers

In the dank, dark, lousy cells of your mind
Do you find from time-to-time a respite

Do you burn all the day
Do you hate all the night

or

Do you sometimes suffer from fright

Have you cried a tear that was not for show
Had a moment when you stubbed your toe

Was there ever a time when you did not lie
No, that would take effort - you would have to try

Your one of the mean ones
The takers - the spies
Stay away from me
You make me cry

db

pathetic

2006-03-25T19:16:00.000-06:00

pathetic

useless
no reason to be

kaleidiscope
i don't see

wounds
blinding me

drained
apathy

db

original post 12-08-2001

Mario Contest

2006-03-20T23:55:00.000-06:00
I was a Mario fanatic. I had the first Pong game and thought it was great and then Atarti and I thought it was fantastic, so you know when Nintendo came out, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I made everyone I know mad playing Mario Bros so much. There was no save, so you didn't want to turn it off. It took me forever to do what these guys do in minutes. I still play with every new system that comes out, but Atari and Nintendo changed my world for awhile.

Car Prank

2006-03-20T17:14:00.000-06:00
The rain has stopped. Thank goodness for that. We were all starting to float away. I prayed for rain, but didn't want to turn the streets into rivers.

I noticed the Redneck video wasn't working, at least for me, so I found a replacement video. This reminds me of my cousins. Boys are so mean. (and funny)

Neil Young - Prairie Wind

2006-03-17T12:42:00.000-06:00

Neil Young has a new album out (yes, I still call them albums!) It is titled "Prairie Wind" You can listen to the whole thing at http://www.neilyoung.com/prairiewind.html
I think that is nice. They don't just let you hear a snippet. You hear each song in it's entirety.

I am listening now to a song called "The Painter" and I like it. This sounds like classic Young. O I like "No Wonder" even more than the first one. I will be buying this one fer sure. I have not bought an album since I don't know when. I just download songs now and burn the cd's. Below are the lyrics to a favorite old Young. I hope you enjoy. I used the "Harvest" album for the picture, because it was such an outstanding accomplishment. My favorite Neil Young album so far.

"Don't Let It Bring You Down"

Old man lying
by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the building scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Blind man running
through the light
of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down
to the river of sight
And you can really understand,
Red lights flashing
through the window
in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying
in a gutter in the lane,
If you're walking home alone.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Napoleon Dynamite Dance Scene

2006-03-16T14:51:00.000-06:00
I thought this was cute. This guy is so funny and he can dance! Have you seen this movie? Can you dance?

WILD ABOUT WILDE

2006-03-15T20:08:00.000-06:00

I love Oscar Wilde! Here are a few favorite quotes:

"One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards."

"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much."

"A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal."

"No man is rich enough to buy back his past."

"I prefer women with a past. They're always so damned amusing to talk to."-- “Lady Windermere's Fan”

"It is perfectly monstrous the way people go about, nowadays, saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true."-- “The Picture of Dorian Gray”

"Life is never fair...And perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not."-- “An Ideal Husband”

"We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell."-- “The Duchess of Padua”

"The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast."-- “Lord Arthur Savile's Crime”

"To love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance."-- “An Ideal Husband”

Faktion - Take It All Away

2006-03-15T11:40:00.001-06:00
Check out this new release by a band out of Dallas/Denton area."Faktion" I feel some Pantera influences. I think this will be a hit with the Metal Peoples. Good luck Faktion!!
I like it too.

WWW.MYSPACE.COM/FAKTIONDALLAS

Annie Lennox -"The Thin Line Between Love And Hate"

2006-03-13T14:30:00.000-06:00

"The Thin Line Between Love And Hate"

It's a thin line between love and hate
It's a thin line between love and hate

It's five o'clock in the morning
And you're just gettin' in
A knock upon the door
A voice sweet and low says (who is it?)
She opens up the door
And she lets you in
And never once does she say "where have you been?"

She says "Hold it,
Are you hungry, did you eat yet,
Let me hang up your coat now"
And all the time she's smiling
Never raises her voice
It's five o'clock in the morning
And you don't give it a second thought

It's a thin line between love and hate
It's a thin line between love and hate

The sweetest woman in the world
Could be the meanest woman in the world
If you make her be that way
She might be holding something in
That's really gonna hurt you
One of these fine days

There you are in the hospital
Bandaged from foot to head
In a state of shock
That much from bein' dead
You didn't think your woman
Could do something like that to you
You didn't think she'd got the nerve
Accidents speak louder than words
Louder than words
Louder than words
Louder than words

Come on
Come on, baby, baby
If you won't give a damn about me
Come on baby, baby
You don't really care about me

Hear what I say
Hear what I say

I love Annie.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Annie_Lennox
http://music.msn.com/artist/?artist=16090051&partist=16074648

So Tired

2006-03-13T13:00:00.000-06:00

I want to throw things and break glass
Scream at the top of my lungs
I want one tiny teeny little space where it is not ugly
Loud, unfeeling and hateful
I want I want I want

Repost: Please Dont Judas Me
PLEASE DON'T JUDAS ME

Please don't Judas me
Treat me as you like to be treated
Please don't blacklist me
Leave me as you'd wish to find me
Don't analyze me, sacrifice me
Please don't judas me.

Please don't chastise me
Show me just one shred of kindness
Try to help me see
Guide me in my eyes of blindness
Don't despise me, categorize me
Please don't judas me.

No, no don't judas me
No, please don't judas me

Please don't headshrink me
Don't disguise your innuendos
Make no lies to me
I can see the way the wind blows
Don't deface me, annihilate me
Please don't judas me.

Please don't number me
Don't betray my trusted promise
Please don't anger me
I find it hard to bear no fairness
Don't frustrate me, manipulate me
Please don't judas me

No no don't judas me
No,please don't judas me

http://music.yahoo.com/track/1608551?ovchn=GGL&ovcpn=YMU&ovcrn=
Nazareth+Love+Hurts&ovtac=PPC

Banned Mastercard Commercial

2006-03-12T00:45:00.000-06:00
I know I am being lazy, but things have been overwhelming me of late. Not just doom despair oh misery on high stuff, but real reality stuff. I have no energy left to write. You may have seen this, it is not new, but it is funny. I haven't gotten tired of the "Priceless" gags yet. I hope you laugh.

Banned Mastercard Commercial

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

2006-03-07T01:44:00.000-06:00
Great Sing-A-Long and thanks to Google we have the video of Queen and the Lyrics.
Crank it.

Bohemian Rhapsody
written by Freddie Mercury

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows...

The Apprentice Donald Trump VS Charlie Manson Video

2006-03-02T21:26:00.000-06:00
Blogging (scroll down for Trump video)

I am not a very social person. I am happiest with my computer, Tv and a good book. I care little or nothing for going out and about or participating in events or activities, but I sure like to blog. I started this one in 2001. I didn't publish it for years though. I just posted my bad poetry and used it to grouse when I was depressed. It was called "Ramblings of a Manic Depressive" back then. I thought I was so original - till I Googled the name. There was a book published in the 70's by that name, rut roh, so I being the original person I am - stole from Pink Floyd, my favorite band ever. I figure that whatever medium I choose to use, the bad poetry, music lyrics, art or video, that I am revealing my self and therefore am blogging. The things I post, show who I am at the time I post them. I am not always pretty. I find I like and watch for a comment. It is interesting and somehow validating, knowing that somewhere, in some way, I connected with someone.
I am enjoying YouTube.com at the moment. I love a good video. This is not new, but is kinda funny if your an "Apprentice" fan. Trump Vs Manson.

Ghetto Bachelor

2006-02-28T23:28:00.000-06:00
Flava Flav is a nice guy. I really believe that, but his show "Flavor of Love on VH1, is so ghetto. It is like "The Bachelor", except Flav gives the chosen girls a Big Clock instead of a rose. They are down to the final three and as this clip shows, things are getting UGLY. These woman are low life girls. Not all, but most are. I believe that spitting in someone's face is low low low as you go. I might not like "New York", but I would have stomped a mudhole in that biatch "Pumpkins" butt too. Watch this! I know I shouldn't be watching such trash, but I am hopelessly addicted to all Reality TV.

I Say Good Day!

2006-02-28T15:34:00.000-06:00

It is a good day in my world. I stand with arms unfurled. Ready to embrace the ones that poke me.

09/13/05

Don Knotts - Dead at 81

2006-02-26T02:35:00.000-06:00

Don Knotts

I was watching an old Andy Griffith episode when I looked at my home page and saw that Don Knotts had died. I loved him, especially as Barney Fife,( Barney Fife was one of the greatest character's in the history of television) but also from all the funny movies he made. My favorite was "The Ghost and Mr Chicken" He was great as Mr Furley on "Threes Company" too.

http://www.interestingideas.com/ii/knotouv.htm

LOS ANGELES -
Don Knotts, who kept generations of TV audiences laughing as bumbling Deputy Barney Fife on "The Andy Griffith Show" and would-be swinger landlord Ralph Furley on "Three's Company," has died. He was 81.

Knotts died Friday night of pulmonary and respiratory complications at the University of California, Los Angeles Medical Center, said Sherwin Bash, his friend and manager.
Griffith, who had visited Knotts in the hospital before his death, said his longtime friend had a brilliant comedic mind and wrote some of the show's best scenes.
"Don was a small man ... but everything else about him was large: his mind, his expressions," Griffith told The Associated Press on Saturday. "Don was special. There's nobody like him.
"I loved him very much," Griffith added. "We had a long and wonderful life together."
Unspecified health problems had forced Knotts to cancel an appearance in his native Morgantown in August.
The West Virginia-born actor's half-century career included seven TV series and more than 25 films, but it was the Griffith show that brought him TV immortality and five Emmys.
The show ran from 1960-68, and was in the top 10 of the Nielsen ratings each season, including a No. 1 ranking its final year. It is one of only three series in TV history to bow out at the top: The others are "I Love Lucy" and "Seinfeld." The 249 episodes have appeared frequently in reruns and have spawned a large, active network of fan clubs.

As the bug-eyed deputy to Griffith, Knotts carried in his shirt pocket the one bullet he was allowed after shooting himself in the foot. The constant fumbling, a recurring sight gag, was typical of his self-deprecating humor.
Knotts, whose shy, soft-spoken manner was unlike his high-strung characters, once said he was most proud of the Fife character and doesn't mind being remembered that way.
His favorite episodes, he said, were "The Pickle Story," where Aunt Bee makes pickles no one can eat, and "Barney and the Choir," where no one can stop him from singing.
"I can't sing. It makes me sad that I can't sing or dance well enough to be in a musical, but I'm just not talented in that way," he lamented. "It's one of my weaknesses."
Knotts appeared on several other television shows. In 1979, he joined the cast of "Three's Company," also starring John Ritter, Suzanne Somers and Joyce DeWitt.
Early in his TV career, he was one of the original cast members of "The Steve Allen Show," the comedy-variety show that ran from 1956-61. He was one of a group of memorable comics backing Allen that included
Louis Nye, Tom Poston and Bill "Jose Jimenez" Dana.
Knotts' G-rated films were family fun, not box-office blockbusters. In most, he ends up the hero and gets the girl-a girl who can see through his nervousness to the heart of gold.
In the part-animated 1964 film "The Incredible Mr. Limpet," Knotts played a meek clerk who turns into a fish after he is rejected by the Navy.

When it was announced in 1998 that
Jim Carrey would star in a "Limpet" remake, Knotts responded: "I'm just flattered that someone of Carrey's caliber is remaking something I did. Now, if someone else did Barney Fife, THAT would be different."
In the 1967 film "The Reluctant Astronaut," co-starring
Leslie Nielsen, Knotts' father enrolls his wimpy son -operator of a Kiddieland rocket ride in NASA's space program. Knotts poses as a famous astronaut to the joy of his parents and hometown but is eventually exposed for what he really is, a janitor so terrified of heights he refuses to ride an airplane.
In the 1969 film "The Love God?," he was a geeky bird-watcher who is duped into becoming publisher of a naughty men's magazine and then becomes a national sex symbol. Eventually, he comes to his senses, leaves the big city and marries the sweet girl next door.
He was among an army of comedians from Buster Keaton to
Jonathan Winters to liven up the 1963 megacomedy "It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World." Other films include "The Ghost and Mr. Chicken" (1966); "The Shakiest Gun in the West" (1968); and a few Disney films such as "The Apple Dumpling Gang" (1974); "Gus" (1976); and "Herbie Goes to Monte Carlo" (1977).
In 1998, he had a key role in the back-to-the-past movie "Pleasantville," playing a folksy television repairman whose supercharged remote control sends a teen boy and his sister into a TV sitcom past.
Knotts began his show biz career even before he graduated from high school, performing as a ventriloquist at local clubs and churches. He majored in speech at West Virginia University, then took off for the big city.
"I went to New York cold. On a $100 bill. Bummed a ride," he recalled in a visit to his hometown of Morgantown, where city officials renamed a street for him in 1998.
Within six months, Knotts had taken a job on a radio Western called "Bobby Benson and the B-Bar-B Riders," playing a wisecracking, know-it-all handyman. He stayed with it for five years, then came his series TV debut on "The Steve Allen Show."
He married Kay Metz in 1948, the year he graduated from college. The couple had two children before divorcing in 1969. Knotts later married, then divorced Lara Lee Szuchna.
In recent years, he said he had no plans to retire, traveling with theater productions and appearing in print and TV ads for Kodiak pressure treated wood.
The world laughed at Knotts, but it also laughed with him.
He treasured his comedic roles and could point to only one role that wasn't funny, a brief stint on the daytime drama "Search for Tomorrow."
"That's the only serious thing I've done. I don't miss that," Knotts said.
Knotts is survived by his wife, Francey Yarborough, and two children, Karen and Thomas, from his first marriage. Knotts and Yarborough married three years ago, Yarborough said.
___
Associated Press writer Vicki Smith in Morgantown, W.Va., contributed to this report.
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Twisted - Joni Mitchell - Sing Along

2006-02-22T20:21:00.000-06:00

~click here, scroll down to Twisted, pick your player and sing along~
www.artistdirect.com/nad/store/artist/album/0,,132557,00.html

TWISTED

My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
The way he described it
He said I’d be better dead than live
I didn’t listen to his jive
I knew all along
That he was all wrong
And I knew that he thought
I was crazy but I’m not
Oh no

My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
He said I’d need treatment
But I’m not that easily led
He said I was the type
That was most inclined
When out of his sight
To be out of my mind
And he thought I was nuts
No more ifs or ands or buts

They say as a child
I appeared a little bit wild
With all my crazy ideas
But I knew what was happening
I knew I was a genius...
What’s so strange when you know
That you’re a wizard at three
I knew that this was meant to be

Now I heard little children
Were supposed to sleep tight
That’s why I got into the vodka one night
My parents got frantic
Didn’t know what to do
But I saw some crazy scenes
Before I came to
Now do you think I was crazy
I may have been only three
But I was swinging

They all laugh at angry young men
They all laugh at edison
And also at einstein
So why should I feel sorry
If they just couldn’t understand
The idiomatic logic
That went on in my head
I had a brain
It was insane
Oh they used to laugh at me
When I refused to ride
On all those double decker buses
All because there was no driver on the top

My analyst told me
That I was right out of my head
But I said dear doctor
I think that it’s you instead
Because I have got a thing
That’s unique and new
To prove it I’ll have
The last laugh on you
’cause instead of one head
I got two
And you know two heads are better than one.

Joni Mitchell
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joni_Mitchell
"It was Court and Spark (1974), a hybrid of pop, rock, and folk with a jazzy sheen, that proved to be a huge success, producing such classic songs as "Free Man in Paris" (inspired by stories told by her producer and then-friend David Geffen), "Car On A Hill" and, most notably, "Help Me", which, to this day, remains her best selling single (it reached the Top Ten).

Court and Spark was also notable for the first echoes of the influence of jazz on Mitchell's work, and despite the commercial success of that album and the subsequent live record "Miles of Aisles," backed by the 70s pop-jazz outfit LA Express, she would spend the rest of the decade following that muse and creating more free-form, jazz-inflected music."
I can't express my love for Joni Mitchell enough. Court and Spark is one of the Best Recordings ever made. What I would give to be able to write one line as well as Joni does. Twisted is a silly song, but it was one of my favorites off this album. I could relate.

original post Feb.22, 2006

Doctor My Eyes -These Days by Jackson Browne

2006-02-20T13:25:00.000-06:00
Jackson Browne was a strong influence in my life during the late 60's and early-mid 70's. When "For Everyman" was released, I felt the spiritual lyrics brought me back to a place where I sorely needed to be.

Doctor My Eyes

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand

I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long

'Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I've been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where there will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it's later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it's too late for me

Doctor, my eyes
Cannot see the sky
Is this the prize for having learned how not to cry

THESE DAYS

Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days--
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to

And I had a lover
It's so hard to risk another these days
These days--
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life I have made in song
Well it's just that I've been losing so long

I'll keep on moving
Things are bound to be improving these days
These days--
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them

(c) 1967 WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP & OPEN WINDOW MUSIC
http://search.music.yahoo.com/search/?m=all&p=Jackson+Browne&amp;amp;x=10&y=9

Dark World

2006-02-17T00:51:00.000-06:00

DARK WORLD

I stepped into your darkworld
Drank from your angry cup
I walked into your blackness
Now you must give me up

No longer will I close my eyes,
to your unholy hate
I will turn and walk away
For I know you are not my fate

db

original post 12-08-2001

It's A Beautiful Day - White Bird

2006-02-14T23:30:00.000-06:00

White Bird

White Bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone

The leaves blow
Cross the long black road
To the darkened skies
In its rage
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Unknown.

White bird must fly
Or she will die

White bird
Dreams of the aspen tree
With their dying leaves
Turning gold
But the white bird
Just sits in her cage
Growing old.

White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die

The sunsets come
The sunsets go
The clouds Float by
And The Earth Turns slow
And the Young Birds Eyes
Do always Glow
And She must fly
She must fly
She must fly

White bird
In a golden cage
On a winter's day
In the rain
White bird
In a golden cage
Alone

White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly
Or she will die
White bird must fly

Sample at Yahoo Music
http://launch.yahoo.com/track/629698

I wore this album out and had a hard time replacing it. Great stuff!

Biography:
San Francisco psychedelic folk-rock unit It's a Beautiful Day was primarily the vehicle of virtuoso violinist David LaFlamme, born April 5, 1941 in New Britain, CT but raised in Salt Lake City, UT. After beginning his musical education at age five, LaFlamme later served as a soloist with the Utah Symphony, following an army stint by settling in the Bay Area in 1962. There he immersed himself in the local underground music scene, jamming alongside the likes of Jerry Garcia and Janis Joplin; after his short-lived Electric Chamber Orchestra splintered, LaFlamme also co-founded an early incarnation of Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks before assembling It's a Beautiful Day in mid-1967. The group -- which originally included LaFlamme's keyboardist wife Linda, vocalist Pattie Santos, guitarist Hal Wagenet, bassist Mitchell Holman, and drummer Val Fuentes -- issued its self-titled debut LP on Columbia in 1969, scoring their biggest hit with the haunting FM radio staple "White Bird." Linda LaFlamme left It's a Beautiful Day soon after, going on to form Titus' Mother; keyboardist Fred Webb signed on for the follow-up, 1970's Marrying Maiden, while Holman exited prior to 1971's Choice Quality Stuff, recorded with new guitarist Bill Gregory and bassist Tom Fowler. In 1973, ongoing disputes over royalties forced LaFlamme out of the group he created, and upon installing new violinist Greg Bloch, the remaining members issued It's a Beautiful Day...Today before dissolving in the wake of 1974's 1001 Nights. LaFlamme mounted a solo career in 1977 with White Bird, continuing his protracted legal tussle with ex-manager Matthew Katz for years to follow; sadly, Pattie Santos died in a December 14, 1989 auto accident. ~ Jason Ankeny, All Music Guide
Written by Jason Ankeny

Bob Dylan

2006-02-13T16:09:00.000-06:00

I Shall Be Released
Bob Dylan

They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance is not near
So I remember every face
Of every man who put me here.

I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

They say every man needs protection
They say every man must fall
So I swear I see my reflection
Someplace so high above this wall.

I see my light come shining
from the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Standing next to me in this lonely crowd
Is a man who swears he's not to blame
All day long I hear him shout so loud
Crying out that he was framed.

I see my light come shining
from the west unto the east
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Fixing A Hole

2006-02-11T01:09:00.000-06:00

Fixing a Hole

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in,

And stops my mind from wandering,

Where it will go

I'm filling the cracks that ran though the door,

And kept my mind from wandering, Where it will go

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right,

Where I belong I'm right, where I belong

See the people standing there, who disagree and never win,

And wonder why they don't get in my door

I'm painting my room in a colorful way,

And when my mind is wandering

There I will go

And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong I'm right,

Where I belong I'm right, where I belong

Silly people run around, they worry me, and never ask me

Why they don't get past my door

I'm taking my time for a number of things,

That weren't important yesterday,

And I still go

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in,

And stops my mind from wandering,

Where it will go, where it will go

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in,

And stops my mind from wandering,

Where it will go

~For Guitar~

Fixing a Hole
The Beatles

F C+ Fm7 (2 beats per chord)

Bb9 F C+ Fm7 Fm6
I'm fixing ...where the rain ...
Fm7 Fm6 Fm7 Fm6 Fm7 Fm6
stops my mind ...where it ...

F Gm/C F Gm/C
really ...if I'm ...where ...
F Gm/C F
I'm right where I ...

C G C G
See the people standing ...and ...
C G C
wonder why they ...

F C+ Fm7 Fm6 Fm7
painting the room...
Fm6 Fm7 Fm6 Fm7
dering there I ...Oo oo ...

Bb9 = x10111
C+ = xx2110
Gm/C = x3033x
Fm6 = xx0111
Fm7 = xx1111

"Fixing a Hole"
Written by Paul McCartney
Performed by the Beatles
from "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"
Transcribed by RKAMATH@DELPHI.COM

INTRO:

F C+ Fm7 Fm7(II) Bb7

-(5)----------------------------------------6--------------------------
--6--6--6--6---5--5--5--5---6--6---9--9-----9--------------------------
--5--5--5--5---5--5--5--5---8--8---8--8-----7--------------------------
--7--7--7--7---6--6--6--6---6--6---6--6-----6--------------------------
--8--8--8--8---7--7--7--7---8--8---8--8-----8--------------------------
---------------8--8--8--8-------------------6--------------------------

Fixing A Hole

Recorded at Regent Sound Studio, London, 0n February 9 & 21, 1967.The album version is mixed from take 3.Fixing A Hole, another believed to be about drugs, was really about a house that Paul bought in Scotland called High Park near the town of Campbeltown. This property, containing 400 acres had a house in very poor condition. Paul noticed the condition and a hole in the roof where the rain came in, and thus the song was conceived.

Misfits

2006-02-07T20:57:00.000-06:00

Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i

Pink Floyd
Learning to Fly

Misfit?

Are you a misfit
just a bit out of sync
watching from the edge
as the others skate 'round the rink

Do you recognize yourself as the odd one out
are you proud of your quirks,
is your weirdness on straight
Viva la difference is what your about

A Misfit you are
Lonesome at times and wanting to meld
Solitude you craved to write of bad days
but like a bad meal
you don't always get what you ordered.
db

Stranger In A Strange Land - Leon Russell

2006-02-05T11:54:00.000-06:00

1971

Leon Russell and the Shelter People
Stranger In A Strange Land
Lyrics

How many days has it been
Since I was born
How many days until I die
Do I know any ways
That I can make you laugh
Or do I only know how to make you cry

When the baby looks around him
It's such a sight to see
He shares a simple secret
With the wise man

He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land
Tell me why
He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land

How many miles will it take
To see the sun
And how many years until it's done
Kiss my confusion away in the night
Lay by side when the morning comes

And the baby looks around him
And shares his bed of hay
With the burrow in the palace of the king

He's a stranger in a strange land
Tell me why
He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land

Well, I don't exactly know
What's going on in the world today
Don't know what there is to say
About the way the people are treating
Each other, not like brothers

Leaders take us far away from ecology
With mythology and astrology
Has got some words to say
About the way we live today
Why can't we learn to love each other
It's time to turn a new face
To the whole world wide human race

Stop the money chase
Lay back, relax
Get back on the human track
Stop racing toward oblivion
Oh, such a sad, sad state we're in
And that's a thing

Do you recognize the bells of truth
When you hear them ring
Won't you stop and listen
To the children sing
Won't you come on and sing it children

He's a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land
http://music.msn.com/artist/?artist=16074743
http://www.vh1.com/artists/az/russell_leon/artist.jhtml
I met and kissed Mr. Russell way back in the 70's. It was a New Years Eve and I went to see Willie Nelson and Leon. When Leon was performing "Tightrope", they allowed a few girls on stage with him. I was a girl then and he gave me a big ole bushy smackeroo. What a fun time to be alive. The 70's were strange and exciting times.

ILLUSIONS

2006-02-02T22:00:00.000-06:00

Illusions

How can I sit here pretending.

When I really want to scream.

How can I fake it.

The thought to me is obscene.

The daily act of living,

is too much sometimes to bear.

Maybe I could just smile and nod.

Let them think I care.

db
original post 12-08-2001

Open For Business

2006-01-30T21:53:00.000-06:00

matisse

and then you awaken
eyes opened by some hidden key
forgetting the masquerader
content to just be
db

Make It Go Away

2006-01-29T19:33:00.000-06:00

Return

you hoped that they would stay gone
dead eyes

instead you feel the despair return
a separation from the norm

the television is on
you see them build an extreme home
but only though a dimness

occasional squeals penetrate
and quickly dissipate
dead eyes

db

Comfortably Numb

2006-01-26T12:30:00.000-06:00

ARTIST: Pink Floyd
TITLE: Comfortably Numb
Lyrics and Chords

Hello - hello - hello
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home

/ Bm - / A - / G Em / Bm - /

Come on, now
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again

Relax - relax - relax
I need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
I have become comfortably numb

/ D - A - / / C - G - / / D - A - / /
/ C - G - / C - / G - / A - C9 G D /

OK - OK - OK
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up - stand up - stand up
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going for the show
Come on it's time to go

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb

Nazareth-Sing Along

2006-01-19T14:41:00.000-06:00

PLEASE DON'T JUDAS ME

Please don't Judas me
Treat me as you like to be treated
Please don't blacklist me
Leave me as you'd wish to find me
Don't analyze me, sacrifice me
Please don't judas me.

Please don't chastise me
Show me just one shred of kindness
Try to help me see
Guide me in my eyes of blindness
Don't despise me, categorize me
Please don't judas me.

No, no don't judas me
No, please don't judas me

Please don't headshrink me
Don't disguise your innuendos
Make no lies to me
I can see the way the wind blows
Don't deface me, annihilate me
Please don't judas me.

Please don't number me
Don't betray my trusted promise
Please don't anger me
I find it hard to bear no fairness
Don't frustrate me, manipulate me
Please don't judas me

No no don't judas me
No,please don't judas me

http://music.yahoo.com/track/1608551?ovchn=GGL&ovcpn=YMU&ovcrn=
Nazareth+Love+Hurts&ovtac=PPC

Love Hurts

Love hurts, Love scars, Love wounds' and mars
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts

I'm young, I know, But even so
I know a thing or two - I learned from you
I really learned a lot, really learned a lot
Love is like a flame It burns you when it's hot
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts

Some fools think of happiness, blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves, I guess
They're not foolin' me
I know it isn't true I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts

Solo

I know it isn't true I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie made to make you blue
Love hurts, Ooo-oo Love hurts
Ooo-oo, Love hurts Ooo-oo

http://www.nazarethdirect.co.uk/band.html

CREEP - Sing Along

2006-01-17T21:13:00.000-06:00
repost http://www.koreus.com/files/200408/radiohead_creep.html
Scroll down for lyrics and Marty Casey version.
I have been having trouble writing anything real and I know that that anything I could ever think has already been thought by someone else, so I will post some of my favorite songs and poems and quotes by others here until I can feel and write again.
Today I am featuring the song "Creep" by Radiohead. Recently Marty Casey offered his version on ROCKSTAR INXS.
I think Marty is a huge talent and I expect we will hear much about him in the future.
J.D. Fortune is great too.
Congratulations J. D for winning the big prize!

Go here http://rockstar.msn.com/video/performance/wk10, scroll down and click "Performances" then find the song, you will love his version. I also found this cool animation done to Radioheads acoustic version. http://www.koreus.com/files/200408/radiohead_creep.html
I will post the lyrics below so we can all sing along.

Source: http://www.sing365.com

Creep
------Radiohead

When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control
I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice, when I'm not around
You're so fuckin special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again...
She's running out, she runs, runs, runs, runs... runs...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here

Goodbye Shelley

2006-01-14T16:53:00.000-06:00

Shelley Winters dies at 85
~ONE COOL MAMA~
Thanks Shelly
for always being you.

Actress Shelley Winters, whose long career ranged from sexpot showgirl, to serious dramatic actress, to playing Roseanne's outspoken, poker-playing grandmother on Roseanne in the 1990s, passed away today at the age of 85 of heart failure. Winters had been hospitalized in October after a heart attack. Winters won Oscars in 1959 for The Diary of Anne Frank and again in 1965 for A Patch of Blue, in which she played a hateful mother who tries to end her blind daughter's friendship with a black man, played by Sidney Poitier. Winters, a serioius actress who once said "it takes twenty years to become an actor", was a devotee of The Actors Studio.

I really loved Winters in her recurring role on Roseanne, which is still one of my favorite television shows ever. Winters and Roseanne Barr had such similar delivery styles, she was completely believable as Roseanne's grandmother. What really made Winters stand out, though, was her willingness to continually reinvent herself. She began her career as a voluptous sex kitten, but later in life when she gained weight she became the butt of many comedians' jokes.

An interesting TV tidbit about Winters that perfectly captures her personality: On the Tonight Show in 1972, she shocked viewers by heatedly arguing with Oliver Reed about his opinions on women, then storming off the set. She returned moments later and dumped a champagne bucket of ice and water on Reed's head. Reed tried to attack her, but the stage crew intervened. They should have been more worried about Winters kicking Reed's butt than the other way around. The lady didn't put up with guff from anyone.
by Kim Voynar

In the Batman Show, Ma Parker was the leader of a family gang, four boys and one girl. She loved the boys and the girl, well , she was a girl. Ma Parker was played by Shelley Winters
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Strange Animals

2006-01-11T18:15:00.000-06:00

Strange AnimalsQuestion: Do you think the Human Race will soon be extinct or evolved? This is very interesting reading
----->http://www.nickbostrom.com/existential/risks.html

Almost Blue - Diana Krall

2006-01-10T19:28:00.000-06:00
Diana Krall can calm my nerves on a crazy day. I love so much of her music, but Almost Blue is at the top of my list. Her blues and jazz are better than a Xanex. I have included a link to the video and the lyrics are below. Sing Along!
http://search.music.yahoo.com/search/?p=diana+Krall&amp;amp;amp;m=video&x=14&y=19

Almost Blue
Written by - Elvis Costello
From - The Girl In the Other Room

Almost blue
Almost doing things we used to do
There's a boy here and he's almost you
Almost all the things that your eyes once promised
I see in his, too
Now your eyes are red from crying
Almost blue
Flirting with this disaster became me
It named me as the fool who only aimed to be
Almost blue
It's almost touching it will almost do
There's a part of me that's always true...always
Not all good things come to an end now it is only a chosen few
I've seen such an unhappy couple
Almost me
Almost you
Almost blue

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http://www.dianakrall.com/music11.aspx

The City - Jazz

2006-01-02T21:12:00.000-06:00

The City
Mark-Almond

Well, I slept last night in the open
Down by a redwood tree
Yes, I slept last night in the open
Just to let, just to let, just to let my soul free

I don't want to know, I don't want to go,
I don't want to go back into the city.
It's just a long long long lonely taxi ride
Going nowhere.

Well, I slept last night in the open
(It gets so hot in the city)
Down by a redwood tree
(It gets so hot in the city)
Yes, I slept last night in the open
Just to let, just to let, just to let my soul free.

I don't want to know, I don't want to go,
I don't want to go back into the city.
It's just a long long long lonely taxi ride
Going nowhere.
to hear a sample:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000003P0Y/ref=pm_dp_ln_m_2/104-2123108-3912732?v=glance&s=music&vi=samples

British session musicians Jon Mark (vocals, guitar, drums) and Johnny Almond (vocals, woodwinds, vibes, percussion) met while playing together in John Mayall's Bluesbreakers and left in 1970 to form Mark-Almond, sometimes referred to as the Mark-Almond Band. Prior to his career with Mayall, Mark and Mick Jagger co-produced Marianne Faithfull's early albums, with Mark later writing material for her and touring with her. He also toured with folksinger Alun Davies, and the two formed an ill-fated band called Sweet Thursday. Almond, meanwhile, had played in Zoot Money's Big Roll Band, the Alan Price Set, and Johnny Almond's Music Machine. Both joined the Bluesbreakers in 1969 and appeared on the albums Turning Point and Empty Rooms; they left in 1970 and recruited bassist Rodger Sutton and keyboardist Tommy Eyre. The group built something of a following through touring, with their live shows often featuring lengthy instrumental jams. The group's roster grew to seven members by 1973 before disbanding that year. Mark, despite losing a finger in an accident, recorded the solo album Songs for a Friend in 1975. He and Almond reunited that year and released To the Heart in 1976; they got a deal with A&M in 1978 and released Other People's Rooms, but neither LP was successful and the duo broke up for good. ~ Steve Huey, All Music Guide
See Mark-Almond Songs & Videos
See Mark-Almond Discography

Now I want to hear John Mayall's Turning Point.

Happy New Year

2005-12-31T22:25:00.000-06:00

Happy New Year

To those of you sitting home like me
With only strangers to share with
"Happy New Year"

We will blog our cheers and hide our fears
We might even play some games
Though nothing much is in our glass
A new year might bring change

Here to finding something to base hope on.

To all of those sitting home like me
With no one to kiss at midnight
I'll care for you and hope that you
Give a half a thought to me.

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Auld Lang Syne
by Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne!

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’t in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid willie-waught
For auld lang syne!

And surely ye’ll be your pint’ stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!
Times Long Gone
by Robert Burns

(translation)

Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintances be forgotten,
And days of long ago !

Chorus:
For old long ago, my dear
For old long ago,
We will take a cup of kindness yet
For old long ago.

We two have run about the hillsides
And pulled the daisies fine,
But we have wandered many a weary foot
For old long ago.

We two have paddled (waded) in the stream
From noon until dinner time,
But seas between us broad have roared
Since old long ago.

And there is a hand, my trusty friend,
And give us a hand of yours,
And we will take a goodwill draught (of ale)
For old long ago!

And surely you will pay for your pint,
And surely I will pay for mine!
And we will take a cup of kindness yet
For old long ago!

Christmas Cowboy

2005-12-25T19:35:00.000-06:00

A Christmas Mem'ry
"Where ya bound on Christmas mornin'?"called the blacksmith as Lou passed."Jest headin' out. I plum fergot.One day seems like the last."Lou nodded, once, then rode on off.What he'd said was partly true:a man alone on Christmas daydon't have a lot to do."Where ya bound on Christmas mornin'?"yelled the storekeep and his bride."Jest ridin' out to check the stock."Again he knew he'd lied.Them folks was well intended, seemed,but they wouldn't understandhow Christmas weren't the same fer him,a lone and lonely man."Where ya bound on Christmas mornin'?"asked the Rev'rend by his gate."I got some work that needs be done.I'll likely be out late."Again that weren't the truth a-tall,but he couldn't tell him then,how Christmas service made things worseeach time he'd ever been.Where ya bound on Christmas mornin?If they really cared to know,to an empty, cheerless cabinafter ridin' in the snow.Then the day began a- fadin',and the snow to coverin' tracks.He reined about to head on into a one-room, gloom-filled shack.But, he sensed a change about himas the wind blew bitter, strong.The snow was growin' deeper, andthe way back, now, seemed wrong.Lost in thoughts of bein' lonely,he had failed to note his path.He found himself alone, indeed,and facin' winter's wrath.Where ya bound on Christmas mornin'?Oh the truth behind his lie:to a grave, out here, a fool alone.who'd surely freeze and die.Then the sound of voices singin'Little Town Of Bethlehemnow caused ol' Lou to turn and seea glow now flick'rin' dim.Through a mile of deepened snowdriftshe had reached a cabin wall,and, there, within, a Christmas scenelike those he once recalled.There were logs a-blazin' brightlyand a tree close by the fireall decked in popcorn garland strands,and folks in dress attire.Such a vision stirred his mem'ryand he thought across the yearsof another time at Christmas.His eyes began to tear.Now he recognized the facesof the folks he saw within.There was Smitty and the storekeep,the Rev'rend, all his friends.He opened up the door a bit,"Why, it's Lou. Where did you go?Come in and have a cider mugand shake off all that snow.Ol' Lou was grinnin' ear-to-ear.While he'd been out there bummin',his friends had warmed his cabin fora Christmas Day homecomin'.That evenin' 'fore Lou closed his eyeshe'd a prayer, long overdue,"God bless my friends and neighbors, Lord,and Merry Christmas, too."© 2003, Rod Nichols
Read more of Rod Nichols' poetry here.

I want,,,I want,,,I want,,,

2005-12-21T21:15:00.000-06:00

"There was a disturbance in my heart, a voice that spoke there and said, I want, I want, I want! It happened every afternoon, and when I tried to suppress it it got even stronger."
Saul Bellow
Canadian born American novelist, 1915-2005

Henderson the Rain King

Henderson the Rain King is a 1959 novel by Saul Bellow. Eugene Henderson is an unhappy millionaire and pig farmer who searches for meaning and purpose in his life. His desperation at home brings him on a pilgramage to Africa, where he hopes to find a new meaning to his seemingly lacking life. After his first native encounter ends in disaster, he arrives in a new village that soon declares him Rain King. With a new found friendship with the native king, Dahfu, Henderson is brought unwillingly into the king's ritualistic search of a lion thought to be the reincarnation of his predecessor. During this time, Henderson and Dahfu engage in disscussions that help to fill Henderson's spiritual void. Following another disaster and narrow escape, Henderson returns, planning on becoming a doctor.
Henderson the Rain King (1959) follows a similar theme as his previous work, the short story Seize the Day (1956). Both feature men in or approaching middle age who are plagued by acute desperation and lack meaningful social contacts. While the first ends in a breakdown, Henderson the Rain King ends on a particularly upbeat note, at least in Henderson's eyes. The philosphical disscussions and ramblings that take place between Henderson and the natives and within himself serve as a precursor to Bellow's next novel, Herzog (1964), which frequently engages in similar inquiries into life and meaning. It was said to be Bellow's own favourite amongst his books.

SHOPTALK

2005-12-14T02:19:00.000-06:00

SHOPTALK

Users, losers.
Intentional abusers.

Why are you here?

Hating, abating.
Obviously waiting.

Why are you here?

To feed off the rest.
Ridicule - make jest.

I would like to send you out for repair.
Your tainted.

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original post 12-08-2001

RICHARD PRYOR

2005-12-11T11:20:00.000-06:00

RICHARD PRYOR
December 1, 1940 - December 10, 2005

Hollywood has suffered a tremendous loss with the passing of award-winning and groundbreaking comedian, writer, producer, and director RICHARD PRYOR, who died Saturday morning, reportedly from a heart attack, at the age of 65. Pryor had been battling multiple sclerosis since 1986, and had struggled with drug addiction and heart problems throughout his life.

The legendary entertainer was reportedly said to be doing well yesterday, smiling, laughing and in general good spirits.
Born December 1, 1940, in Peoria, IL, Richard Franklin Lennox Thomas Pryor endured a nightmarish childhood (which he said included living in a brothel with his mother). By 10, he was on his own, abandoned by his mother, at 14, he had already dropped out of high school and by 17 he was already a father.
Like many others, comedy would become his refuge from the angst of a difficult personal life, as Pryor, who idolized BILL COSBY, first performed a standup act in his local town. In 1963 he ventured into New York nightclubs and established himself with an, at that point, fairly clean, stand-up act.
Apparently it was while doing a show in Vegas in 1969 that Pryor suffered a "breakdown" onstage and left in the middle of his act. He then traveled to Berkeley, where he met and hung out with writers CECIL BROWN and ISHMAEL REED. After getting real with himself, Pryor returned to comedy with his infamous, no-holds-barred routine.

Exposure on TV shows like "The Tonight Show Starring JOHNNY CARSON" and "Kraft Summer Music Hall" led to a job as writer and performer for LILY TOMLIN's comedy/variety series "Lily" (1973), for which he would win his first Emmy (for writing).
Movies came calling as well: In 1967, Pryor made his feature debut in 'The Busy Body,' and continued with memorable roles in 'Wild in the Streets' (1968), 'Lady Sings the Blues' (1972), 'Uptown Saturday Night' (1974), 'Blazing Saddles' (1974), which he co-wrote with MEL BROOKS, and 'Car Wash' (1976).
In 1977, Pryor created his own TV mark with "The Richard Pryor Special," which would turn into the short-lived "The Richard Pryor Show" TV series. By this point America was exposed -- but maybe not quite ready -- for the controversial performer, known for his profanity, self-effacing humor and mimicry of a certain element of the African American community (spoofed in his many drunk and druggie impersonations), which he would use to spout his infamous social commentary.

Most of that material would be seen in his ingenious, outrageous and award-winning standup concert movie specials, like "Richard Pryor: Live and In Concert" (1979) and "Richard Pryor Live on the Sunset Strip" (1982). He scored five Grammy awards for his comedy recordings.
Back on the film front, Pryor was also well known for his partnership on-screen with friend GENE WILDER in films such as 'Silver Streak' (1976), 'Stir Crazy' (1980), 'See No Evil, Hear No Evil' (1989) and 'Another You' (1991). He also starred with JACKIE GLEASON in 'The Toy' (1982), opposite CHRISTOPHER REEVE in 'Superman 3' (1983), and in the 1985 comedy 'Brewster's Millions.

During the '80s, Pryor's struggle with drugs escalated. In 1980 he burned himself severely while attempting to freebase cocaine. In 1986 he was diagnosed with MS, although he wouldn't publicly admit his disease until 1991. He also had heart problems, undergoing a triple bypass operation in 1991.
Despite Pryor's increasingly fragile health, he still worked. His last memorable movie role was opposite EDDIE MURPHY in 1989's 'Harlem Nights.' He also managed to write an autobiography on his roller-coaster ride of a life, called Pryor Convictions and Other Life Sentences.
In 1996, he returned to the small screen and was nominated for an Emmy for his endearing performance as a man with multiple sclerosis in the TV series "Chicago Hope."
Pryor leaves behind a legacy of history-making comedy, which influenced and will live on in celebs impacted by his work, like MARTIN LAWRENCE and Eddie Murphy.
http://et.tv.yahoo.com/celebrities/13335/

STRANGER ON THIS EARTH - Sing Along

2005-12-04T12:57:00.000-06:00

A Stranger On Earth
Faithfull Marianne
http://search.music.yahoo.com/search/?m=all&p=Stranger+on+this+Earth
Some fools don't know what's right from wrong,
But somehow those folks belong.
Me, I try for all I'm worth,
But I still remain a stranger on this earth.
Some people gloom, other folk cry.
Me, I have to struggle to keep alive.
Ever since the day of my birth
I've been a stranger, stranger on this earth.
I try to be what all folks should,
Forgetting the bad and doing good.
But no matter how I try,
My troubles always multiply.
Now I've been doing the best I can
Ever since life began.
Some day when I prove my worth
I won't be a stranger on earth.
Now I've been living the best I can
Ever since my life began.
The day's gonna come when I prove my worth
And I won't be no stranger,
No, I won't be a stranger
On this earth.

GO ON AND SCREAM

2005-11-14T13:15:00.000-06:00

GO ON AND SCREAM
Some days you have to scream silently
The world squeezes till you screech
Knowing somewhere underneath
it's just beyond your reach
Endure it silently
We all know lifes a beach

2005-11-14T01:49:00.000-06:00

Sorry, I got stoned and forgot what I was saying. Where was I........

(just noticed Google added an ad for Marijuana addiction,,,teehee)