I Love

 

 

And that, of course, made me think of this:

Right Now

 

Some may come and some may go
We shall surely pass
When the One that left us here
Returns for us at last
We are but a moment's sunlight
Fading in the grass

Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now

Full lyrics HERE.

And that old man is me…

I'm sittin on the back porch, kickin' my legs back,
Rockin' in my rocking chair, and sittin' there
On the little back porch is about to fall apart
So I think I might repair it
Just as I'm thinkin' about repairin' it,
Some little friends come along
With some two-string, one-string, no-string guitars
And they all plug em all in to the back porch
And they sit around playin' all their favorite songs
They's kickin' back feelin' real good,
Real fine, real full of the wine
And everything's fine, everything's beautiful,
Everything's great, I just feel so good…

Full lyrics HERE.

 

This, not That

 Excerpted from Broadsides from the other orders:  a book of bugs by Sue Hubbell, ©1993:  

My first husband is an electrical engineer, and it was he who made me suspect that I was not going to be comfortable in these times, although he certainly had no intention of making me think so that day back in 1957, when he was explaining to me the difference between analog (the comparative, the sweep of a clock's hand, figure and ground, this but maybe partly that, too) and digital (yes or no; one, two; off, on; this, not that).  After he had done so he said, "And the future is digital," and I realized with one of those flashes of understanding that come now and again that I was going to be analog in a digital world.

And that reminded me of this:

Time

 Excerpt from The Turtle of Oman by Naomi Shihab Nye, ©2014:

And Sidi always had time for Aref, since he was retired now and never wore a watch.  He didn't like watches.  He said time felt heavy on his wrist.  He hated rushing and thought the world was hurrying so much that people were missing all the good parts.

And that led to this:

"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."  ~Ferris Bueller (source)

And, of course, this:

 Full lyrics HERE.

Unlonely

This album could have titled "John Prine and the Heartbreakers."   He's backed up by Tom Petty's band and it's produced by Howie Epstein.

Full lyrics HERE.

I'll tell you why...

Someone took the time to slow the classic 70's rock song down and make it a dance groove.  It works pretty well.

Full lyrics HERE.

Heroism

 

And that reminded me of this:

Full lyrics HERE.

Five years ago my mother was dying in a nursing home.  I visited her every day.

It was hard.  I felt like my role was to cheer her up and give her a happy break from the tedium, but all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball.

I would blast "Heroes" to give me energy, to remind myself that I didn't have to be heroic forever-- just for today.  Then I did what I needed to do.

Inspiration doesn't always come from wise old men sitting serenely on mats under trees.  Sometimes it comes from tall gravelly-voiced men covered with tattoos.

Here Comes the Moon

 

(clicking imbiggens)

And that reminded me of this:

Full lyrics HERE.

She stood there bright as the sun…

I really like the line, "He knew right then he was too far from home."  What a wonderful way to describe naivety!

Full lyrics HERE.

I can lock all my doors.

Full lyrics HERE.

Whoopie!

This is the first protest song that really resonated with me.  There was something very effective about the horrific imagery and the goofy delivery:

Full lyrics HERE.

My Korean-war veteran father, on the other hand, preferred this one:

Full lyrics HERE.

And They Said

By Becky Hemsley @beckyhemsleypoetry (via):

She sat at the back and they said she was shy,
She led from the front and they hated her pride,
They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance,
They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence,
When she shared no ambition they said it was sad,
So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad,
They told her they’d listen, then covered their ears,
And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears,
And she listened to all of it thinking she should,
Be the girl they told her to be best as she could,
But one day she asked what was best for herself,
Instead of trying to please everyone else,
So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees,
She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves,
She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine,
And she told them what she’d been told time after time,
She told them she felt she was never enough,
She was either too little or far far too much,
Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak,
Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek,
Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs,
And she stopped…and she heard what the trees said to her,
And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave,
For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe.

And that reminded me of this; similar words, totally different tone:

Full lyrics HERE.

 

Palilogia! Palilogia! Palilogia!

 

(clicking imbiggens)

And that led to this:

Noun
palilogia

    (rhetoric) Deliberate repetition of a word or a phrase for the sake of emphasis.

And that reminded me of this:

Zippy is online HERE.

Wiktionary is online HERE.

Full lyrics to "Joy in Repetition" online HERE.

Hate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace…

Full lyrics HERE.

We've been perched on this precipice a long time. 

Barry McGuire has his own web page HERE.

I wonder if

Excerpted from Quartet by Jean Rhys, ©1929:

Marya lay very still listening to the hooting of the cars outside.  She felt sharply alive but very tired, so languid as to be almost incapable of movement.  A profound conviction of the unreality of everything possessed her.  She thought:  "I wonder if taking opium is like this."

And that reminded me of this:

 

And then go stealing through the moonlit nights with your lover…

 

The Bellamy Brothers included a reggae version of "Let Your Love Flow" on their gospel album Jesus Is Coming.

It's pretty good.

Full lyrics HERE.

"I said something wrong…"

Wow.  Seventy years ago Paul McCartney smarted off and embarrassed his mother, and he never really forgave himself.

From The Guardian:

“I know that she said something like ‘Paul, will you ask him if he’s going … ’

“I went ‘Arsk! Arsk! It’s ask mum.’ And she got a little bit embarrassed. I remember later thinking ‘God, I wish I’d never said that’. And it stuck with me. After she died I thought ‘Oh fuck, I really wish … ’”

You can read the full article online HERE.

 

Like a Man In a Trance

I don't have any context for this. The age of the band seems to stretch from barely-teenaged to near-retirement.

But they're all good, and they all seem to be enjoying themselves.

I think you'll like this one.  

Full lyrics HERE.

It's your heartbeat, It's your face, It's your hair…

>

Spanish lyrics are available HERE.  Roughly translated:

When the sun heats up here on the beach
I feel your body vibrate close to me
It's your heartbeat, it's your face, it's your hair
It's your kisses, I shudder, oh, oh, oh

When the sun heats up here on the beach
I feel your body vibrate close to me
It is your heartbeat, your memory, my madness
My delirium, I shudder, oh oh oh

When the sun heats
here on the beach
Close to me
It's your heartbeat, it's your face, it's your hair
It's your kisses, I shudder…