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Goodnight Y'all
goodnight kayte, hurry back mayi..mo..dream..Mac...we miss ya
leaving a song for my love...and going to bed...
Bob Dylan song called 'Tomorrow Is A Long Time'
If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
goodnight accidental
leaving mo's love....
goodnight kayte, hurry back mayi..mo..dream..Mac...we miss ya
leaving a song for my love...and going to bed...
Bob Dylan song called 'Tomorrow Is A Long Time'
If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
goodnight accidental
leaving mo's love....
Soron
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A Brand New Day
Anyone who hits this board and wants to post something please feel free...even though it's an accidental thread some special people post here and you're welcome too...just say Hi if that's all you have time for
good morning and off to work I go
leaving a hug for mo and kayte and anyone who needs one...it's a day closer to Friday
Anyone who hits this board and wants to post something please feel free...even though it's an accidental thread some special people post here and you're welcome too...just say Hi if that's all you have time for
good morning and off to work I go
leaving a hug for mo and kayte and anyone who needs one...it's a day closer to Friday
kayte
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Re: A Brand New Day
Soron ~ Yes a new day. May it be great for everyone. Thanks for the hug. You know I like them. Especially with a good hugger like you.
mo ~ Hope you are better and that we can see you soon. Thinking about you my friend.
Soron said:Anyone who hits this board and wants to post something please feel free...even though it's an accidental thread some special people post here and you're welcome too...just say Hi if that's all you have time for
good morning and off to work I go
leaving a hug for mo and kayte and anyone who needs one...it's a day closer to Friday
Soron ~ Yes a new day. May it be great for everyone. Thanks for the hug. You know I like them. Especially with a good hugger like you.
mo ~ Hope you are better and that we can see you soon. Thinking about you my friend.
Soron
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Another Day In Paradise
If Florida is a sub tropical climate then I am never going to Jamaica or the Bahamas..sheesh
kayte darlin' you're not such a bad 'hugger' yourself you know..
have a great night everyone...
spreading a little of mo's love around...miss ya darlin'
If Florida is a sub tropical climate then I am never going to Jamaica or the Bahamas..sheesh
kayte darlin' you're not such a bad 'hugger' yourself you know..
have a great night everyone...
spreading a little of mo's love around...miss ya darlin'
Soron
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Keepin It Real
...a Springsteen song
I love you mo..
SOUL DRIVER
Rode through forty nights of the gospels' rain
Black sky pourin' snakes, frogs
And love in vain
You were down where the river grows wider
Baby, let me be your soul driver
Well if something in the air feels a little unkind
Don't worry darlin'
It'll slip your mind
I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider
Baby let me be your soul driver
Now no one knows which way love's wheel turns
Will we hit it rich
Or crash and burn
Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate
This love potion's all we've got
One toast before it's too late
If the angels are unkind or the season is dark
Or if in the end
Love just falls apart
Well then here's to our destruction
Baby let me be your soul driver
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...a Springsteen song
I love you mo..
SOUL DRIVER
Rode through forty nights of the gospels' rain
Black sky pourin' snakes, frogs
And love in vain
You were down where the river grows wider
Baby, let me be your soul driver
Well if something in the air feels a little unkind
Don't worry darlin'
It'll slip your mind
I'll be your gypsy joker your shotgun rider
Baby let me be your soul driver
Now no one knows which way love's wheel turns
Will we hit it rich
Or crash and burn
Does fortune wait or just the black hand of fate
This love potion's all we've got
One toast before it's too late
If the angels are unkind or the season is dark
Or if in the end
Love just falls apart
Well then here's to our destruction
Baby let me be your soul driver
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Soron
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Goodnight Accidental
Woody Guthrie wrote this song after a plane load of illegal immigrants crashed in California...it speaks for itself...
DEPORTEE
(Woody Guthrie)
The crops are all in the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again
My father's own father he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters they work in the fruit trees
They rode the truck 'till they took down and died
CHORUS
Good-bye to my Juan good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
We died in your hills
We died on your deserts
We've died in your mountains, and died on your plains
We've died 'neath your trees, and we've died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we've died just the same
CHORUS
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
The radio says they were just deportees
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards
And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit
To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil
And be known by no name except deportee
sweet and kinky dreams to you all...
Woody Guthrie wrote this song after a plane load of illegal immigrants crashed in California...it speaks for itself...
DEPORTEE
(Woody Guthrie)
The crops are all in the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again
My father's own father he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters they work in the fruit trees
They rode the truck 'till they took down and died
CHORUS
Good-bye to my Juan good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
We died in your hills
We died on your deserts
We've died in your mountains, and died on your plains
We've died 'neath your trees, and we've died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we've died just the same
CHORUS
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
The radio says they were just deportees
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards
And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit
To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil
And be known by no name except deportee
sweet and kinky dreams to you all...
Soron
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A Poem For Mo
...something for that sweet Irish woman with the wonderful heart
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
self evident
yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair
there on the bow of noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please
and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky
and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv
that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour
so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
afghanistan
iraq
el salvador
here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore
here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice
here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream
cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever
and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast
here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever
cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall
and while we're at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?
can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!
it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
and scoping that scene
religiously
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
look
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
should be more than pawns
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby listen
hear the train?
~~~ani difranco
...something for that sweet Irish woman with the wonderful heart
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
self evident
yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair
there on the bow of noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please
and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky
and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv
that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour
so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
afghanistan
iraq
el salvador
here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore
here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice
here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream
cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever
and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast
here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face
give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever
cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall
and while we're at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?
can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!
it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
and scoping that scene
religiously
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
look
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
should be more than pawns
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby listen
hear the train?
~~~ani difranco
Soron
The Evil One
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One Last Bump
mayi, kayte, mo...HELP!!!
one last bump for the night
a Neil Young song for the hostess...
WONDERIN'
---------
I've been walking all night long
My footsteps made me crazy
Baby, you've been gone so long
I'm wonderin' if you'll come home
I'm hopin' that you'll be my baby
I'm wonderin' if I'll be alone
Knowin' that I need you to save me.
I've been talking all day long
To keep my heart from sadness
Baby, you've been gone so long
I'm wonderin' if you'll come home
I'm hopin' that you'll be my baby
I'm wonderin' if I'll be alone
Knowin' that I need you to save me.
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin',
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin',
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin',
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin'.
Well, I'm knowin' that I need you to save me
Knowin' that I need you to save me.
Knowin' that I need you to save me.
Knowin' that I need you to save me.
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin'.
mayi, kayte, mo...HELP!!!
one last bump for the night
a Neil Young song for the hostess...
WONDERIN'
---------
I've been walking all night long
My footsteps made me crazy
Baby, you've been gone so long
I'm wonderin' if you'll come home
I'm hopin' that you'll be my baby
I'm wonderin' if I'll be alone
Knowin' that I need you to save me.
I've been talking all day long
To keep my heart from sadness
Baby, you've been gone so long
I'm wonderin' if you'll come home
I'm hopin' that you'll be my baby
I'm wonderin' if I'll be alone
Knowin' that I need you to save me.
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin',
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin',
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin',
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin'.
Well, I'm knowin' that I need you to save me
Knowin' that I need you to save me.
Knowin' that I need you to save me.
Knowin' that I need you to save me.
I'm wonderin', I'm wonderin'.
Soron
The Evil One
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In A Poetic Mood
Love in Fantastic Triumph sat,
Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed,
For whom Fresh pains he did Create,
And strange Tyrannic power he showed;
From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,
Which round about, in sport he hurled;
But t'was from mine he took desire,
Enough to undo the Amorous World.
if anybody has some extra rain send it this way please.
I miss ya kayte and mayi
mo, darlin'
I love you
Love in Fantastic Triumph sat,
Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed,
For whom Fresh pains he did Create,
And strange Tyrannic power he showed;
From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,
Which round about, in sport he hurled;
But t'was from mine he took desire,
Enough to undo the Amorous World.
if anybody has some extra rain send it this way please.
I miss ya kayte and mayi
mo, darlin'
I love you
kayte
This Was My Favorite Toy
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Good morning
Soron ~ Miss you and mo. We aren't going to be having and rain in the next couple of days, sorry. We just have some sun and cool. I love the weather that is happening now. 70s during the day and 50s at night. Good cuddlin' weather. sighs...... Now just need the One to cuddle with.
Soron said:Love in Fantastic Triumph sat,
Whilst Bleeding Hearts around him flowed,
For whom Fresh pains he did Create,
And strange Tyrannic power he showed;
From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,
Which round about, in sport he hurled;
But t'was from mine he took desire,
Enough to undo the Amorous World.
if anybody has some extra rain send it this way please.
I miss ya kayte and mayi
mo, darlin'
I love you
Soron ~ Miss you and mo. We aren't going to be having and rain in the next couple of days, sorry. We just have some sun and cool. I love the weather that is happening now. 70s during the day and 50s at night. Good cuddlin' weather. sighs...... Now just need the One to cuddle with.
kayte
This Was My Favorite Toy
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hatara said:
hatara ~ Nice to meet you. I just got back from the south (SC), was visiting. It was hot there, but then up until I got back, it was just as hot hot here, 90s during the day, dew point in the 70s. Kinda like your weather. Us northerners just have a hard time with days and days of it, which is what we have been getting this summer. I'm in WI. Hope you have a wonderful day.
