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One for the past....that is always present....
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Friday, December 29, 2017
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
by Elliott Smith
Lyrics
First the mic then a half cigarette
Singing Cathy's clown
That's the man that she's married to now
That's the girl that he takes around town
She appears composed, so she is, I suppose
Who can really tell?
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
Now she's done and they're calling someone
Such a familiar name
I'm so glad that my memories remote
'cos I'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note
Here it is the revenge to the tune
"You're no good,
You're no good you're no good you're no good"
Can't you tell that it's well understood
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm here today and expected to stay on and on and on
I'm tired
I'm tired
Looking out on the substitute scene
Still going strong
Xo, mom
It's ok, it's alright, nothing's wrong
Tell mr. man with impossible plans to just leave me alone
In the place where I make no mistakes
In the place where I have what it takes
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
Singing Cathy's clown
That's the man that she's married to now
That's the girl that he takes around town
She appears composed, so she is, I suppose
Who can really tell?
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
Now she's done and they're calling someone
Such a familiar name
I'm so glad that my memories remote
'cos I'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note
Here it is the revenge to the tune
"You're no good,
You're no good you're no good you're no good"
Can't you tell that it's well understood
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm here today and expected to stay on and on and on
I'm tired
I'm tired
Looking out on the substitute scene
Still going strong
Xo, mom
It's ok, it's alright, nothing's wrong
Tell mr. man with impossible plans to just leave me alone
In the place where I make no mistakes
In the place where I have what it takes
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow
Written by Steven P. Smith • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
"These fragments I have shored against my ruin..." -- T. S. Eliot
Me too. Black Rose and Irish music. Durgin Park dinners.
Walking arm in arm across the common,
Back to 57 Stuart Street hotel,
The rain deluge crossing the street,
Drenched love,
Times Square on New Years Eve,
New York Steak and Ale, was it?
On Long Wharf, or am I growing foggy?
Walking into your families home on Christmas afternoons,
"Shit or get off the pot."
"Don't call him Mino".
There are dozens of Greek churches in Maine.
And dozens and dozens of Greeks.
But no kids. Ben to Seattle, Elise to North Carolina.
Haven't followed them across the country.
What was the problem? How could it happen?
Who meddled? What intervened, what mistakes?
Who wanted What?
Why did they make Teddy my boss?
They all knew who he was. What can they want?
Flowers for two Mondays.
Tickets to a concert. "Never say never".
What carrots? What's the point?
Tickets returned for Gus and Barb.
Are they still together? What about the circular
Firing squad?
After all this time, how can these ruins
Still linger. Still awaken. Still congregate at
All times of the day and night.
These fragments won't dissolve,
There are many newer ones, and even older ones,
But those remain unanswered.
I heard somewhere, maybe Susan,
That it is Florida, now a home?
Where? What? Why?
That's the point -- Why? Why not?
Why won't these fragments dissolve?
What is love? What is peace?
The cardinals mate for life, Susan preaches.
Habits mate for life. What of the ruins?
What clears the ruins?
How to rebuild what went wrong...
Who wanted to end things, never said goodbye.
Just walked away.
Then drove away. Far away.
And stayed away.
Never to return.
Never to surrender.
"These fragments I have shored against my ruin" -- T. S. Eliot
What a waste. There are Greek churches in Maine.
Never said goodbye.
Never whatever.
Me too. Black Rose and Irish music. Durgin Park dinners.
Walking arm in arm across the common,
Back to 57 Stuart Street hotel,
The rain deluge crossing the street,
Drenched love,
Times Square on New Years Eve,
New York Steak and Ale, was it?
On Long Wharf, or am I growing foggy?
Walking into your families home on Christmas afternoons,
"Shit or get off the pot."
"Don't call him Mino".
There are dozens of Greek churches in Maine.
And dozens and dozens of Greeks.
But no kids. Ben to Seattle, Elise to North Carolina.
Haven't followed them across the country.
What was the problem? How could it happen?
Who meddled? What intervened, what mistakes?
Who wanted What?
Why did they make Teddy my boss?
They all knew who he was. What can they want?
Flowers for two Mondays.
Tickets to a concert. "Never say never".
What carrots? What's the point?
Tickets returned for Gus and Barb.
Are they still together? What about the circular
Firing squad?
After all this time, how can these ruins
Still linger. Still awaken. Still congregate at
All times of the day and night.
These fragments won't dissolve,
There are many newer ones, and even older ones,
But those remain unanswered.
I heard somewhere, maybe Susan,
That it is Florida, now a home?
Where? What? Why?
That's the point -- Why? Why not?
Why won't these fragments dissolve?
What is love? What is peace?
The cardinals mate for life, Susan preaches.
Habits mate for life. What of the ruins?
What clears the ruins?
How to rebuild what went wrong...
Who wanted to end things, never said goodbye.
Just walked away.
Then drove away. Far away.
And stayed away.
Never to return.
Never to surrender.
"These fragments I have shored against my ruin" -- T. S. Eliot
What a waste. There are Greek churches in Maine.
Never said goodbye.
Never whatever.
Sunday, December 24, 2017
A Reflection on Living Through Turbulent Times. from Maria Popova's Blog
https://www.brainpickings.org/2017/12/21/reflection/
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Saturday, December 16, 2017
Thursday, December 14, 2017
Link below to Ralph Waldo Emerson's poem "Terminus"...very appropriate.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52349/terminus
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52349/terminus
Friday, December 8, 2017
For all the old men out there....
"My Old Man" by Rosanne Cash,
The old man is laughing tonight
He's young beyond his fears
But then the smile drops from his eyes
And we all wind up in tears
He's young beyond his fears
But then the smile drops from his eyes
And we all wind up in tears
The old man's crying tonight
'Cause it all happened so fast
He's frightened by the future
Embarrassed by the past
'Cause it all happened so fast
He's frightened by the future
Embarrassed by the past
So let him be who he wants to be
'Cause he ain't ever gonna be young again
And let him see who he needs to see
'Cause he never had too many friends
And ask him how he remembers me
'Cause I want to know where I stand
How I love my old man
'Cause he ain't ever gonna be young again
And let him see who he needs to see
'Cause he never had too many friends
And ask him how he remembers me
'Cause I want to know where I stand
How I love my old man
The old man's restless tonight
Just trying to kill his pain
He believes what he says he believes
But that don't make him a saint
Just trying to kill his pain
He believes what he says he believes
But that don't make him a saint
The old man's lonesome tonight
And he just wants to go home
All those fools who stand in his way
Why can't they leave him alone
And he just wants to go home
All those fools who stand in his way
Why can't they leave him alone
So let him be who he wants to be
'Cause he ain't ever gonna be young again
And let him see who he needs to see
'Cause he never had too many friends
And ask how he remembers me
'Cause I want to know where I stand
How I love my old man
'Cause he ain't ever gonna be young again
And let him see who he needs to see
'Cause he never had too many friends
And ask how he remembers me
'Cause I want to know where I stand
How I love my old man
Written by Rosanne Cash • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group
Monday, December 4, 2017
Click below to hear Old Crow Medicine Show sing "We're All in This Together"...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TXNSipWUiE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TXNSipWUiE
"We're All In This Together"
Well my friend, well I see your face so clearly
Little bit tired, little bit worn through the years
You sound nervous, you seem lonely
I hardly recognize your voice on the telephone
In between I remember
Just before we wound up broken down
Drive out to the edge of the highway
Follow that lonesome dead-end roadside sound
[Chorus:]
We're all in this thing together
Walkin' the line between faith and fear
This life don't last forever
When you cry I taste the salt in your tears
Well my friend, let's put this thing together
And walk the path that worn out feet have trod
If you wanted we can go home forever
Give up your jaded ways, spell your name to God
[Chorus]
All we are is a picture in a mirror
Fancy shoes to grace our feet
All that there is is a slow road to freedom
Heaven above and the devil beneath
[Chorus]
Little bit tired, little bit worn through the years
You sound nervous, you seem lonely
I hardly recognize your voice on the telephone
In between I remember
Just before we wound up broken down
Drive out to the edge of the highway
Follow that lonesome dead-end roadside sound
[Chorus:]
We're all in this thing together
Walkin' the line between faith and fear
This life don't last forever
When you cry I taste the salt in your tears
Well my friend, let's put this thing together
And walk the path that worn out feet have trod
If you wanted we can go home forever
Give up your jaded ways, spell your name to God
[Chorus]
All we are is a picture in a mirror
Fancy shoes to grace our feet
All that there is is a slow road to freedom
Heaven above and the devil beneath
[Chorus]
Saturday, December 2, 2017
“But justice roll down like waters and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream” Amos 5:24 https://www.instagram.com/p/BcKtEUUg4Qa/
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