I'm Off

[H'venlee]

A Few Questions
Clay Walker
Written by Ray Scott, Phillip Moore and Adam Wheeler.


How in this world can we put a man on the moon,
And still have a need for a place like St Jude's?
And why is one man born,
In a place where all they know is war?
An' a guy like me,
Has always been free.

An' how can two people who built a lovin' home,
Try for years an' never have a child of their own?
When somewhere out there tonight,
There's a baby no-one's holdin' tight:
In need of love.
To me, that don't add up.

But I wasn't there the day you filled up the oceans.
I didn't get to see you hang the stars in the sky.
So I don't mean to second guess you,
Or criticise what I don't understand.
These are just a few questions I have.

An' why did my cousin have to die in that crash?
A good kid, only seventeen, I still wonder 'bout that.
It seems unfair to me,
Some get the chance to chase their dreams,
An' some don't.
But what do I know?

I wasn't there the day you filled up the oceans.
I didn't get to see you hang the stars in the sky.
So I don't mean to second guess you,
Or criticise what I don't understand.
These are just a few questions I have.

Why do I feel like you hear these prayers of mine.
When so many oughta be ahead of me in line?
When you look down on me,
Can you see the good through all the bad?
These just a few questions I have.

 

[Arden]

Wonderful songs, Lee! It's nice to see you here again!

 

[H'venlee]

Wonderful songs, Lee! It's nice to see you here again!

Good to see you too. I hear you are having a bit of company soon. Hope you have a great time.

Hugs!

 

[Arden]

Thank you so much!

I love you for a thousand little reasons,
And I want to spend a lifetime
Telling you what they are.
I love how the corners of your eyes
Crinkle when you smile.
I love the feel of your hands
On the small of my back.
I love your kindness-
All the favors you do for me
Without my having to ask.
I love your sense of humor-
How you can make me laugh
In spite of myself.
I love your strength,
And how safe I feel
When I’m with you.
I love you because you love me,
And because you show me
Just how much…
In a thousand little ways.

-Cheryl Hawkinson

 

[Arden]

Let The Good Times Roll
B.B. King, Bobby Bland

Hey everybody, let's have some fun
You only live for once and when you're dead you're done
So let the good times roll, let the good times roll
And live a long long
I don't care if you are young or old no no,
\get together and let the good times roll

Don't stand there moaning, talking trash
If you wanna have some fun,
You'd better go out and spend some cash
And let the good time roll
Let the good time roll
I don't care if you young or old,
Get together and let the good times roll

Don't stand there moaning, talking trash
If you wanna have some fun,
You'd better go out and spend some cash
And let the good time roll
Let the good time roll
I don't care if you young or old,
Get together and let the good times roll

Hey mister landlord, lock up all the doors
When the police comes around,
Tell them Johnny's coming down
Let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
And Lord I don't care if you young or old,
That's good enough to let the good times roll

Hey everybody!
Tell everybody !
That B.B. and Bobby's in town
I got a dollar and a quarter
And I'm just raring to clown
Don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents to know that I'm gonna keep
Let the good times roll
I don't care if you young or old
Let's get together and let the good times roll

 

[kayte]

Arden and Soron!!!!


May the good times roll for both of you !!!!!!

 

[Soron]

{{{{{{{Kayte}}}}}}}
Thank you, ma'am
We'll be rollin' about noon tomorrow midwest time.


For my love
I love you for a thousand little reasons,
And I want to spend a lifetime
Telling you what they are.
I love how the corners of your eyes
Crinkle when you smile.

 

[Soron]

A Passing Glimpse
by Robert Lee Frost

To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His 'Hesperides'


I often see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are.

I want to get out of the train and go back
To see what they were beside the track.

I name all the flowers I am sure they weren't;
Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt--

Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth--
Not lupine living on sand and drouth.

Was something brushed across my mind
That no one on earth will ever find?

Heaven gives it glimpses only to those
Not in position to look too close.

 

[kayte]

{{{{{{{Kayte}}}}}}}
Thank you, ma'am
We'll be rollin' about noon tomorrow midwest time.


For my love
I love you for a thousand little reasons,
And I want to spend a lifetime
Telling you what they are.
I love how the corners of your eyes
Crinkle when you smile.

Glad the two of you are together.


Hope you don't mind if I am slightly jealous....
Maybe a short time at the end of the month. Crossing my fingers.....

 

[Soron]

Glad the two of you are together.


Hope you don't mind if I am slightly jealous....
Maybe a short time at the end of the month. Crossing my fingers.....

We'll keep our fingers AND our toes crossed for ya, Kayte

 

[kayte]

We'll keep our fingers AND our toes crossed for ya, Kayte

Why thank you my friends.

 

[Arden]

Why thank you my friends.

You know, together, that adds up to 40 fingers and toes!

Good luck, I hope it works out for you!

 

[kayte]

You know, together, that adds up to 40 fingers and toes!

Good luck, I hope it works out for you!

Arden ~ Why thank you. I never thought of it that way.

 

[Soron]

Dreams
by Edgar Allan Poe

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.

I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.


Happy Birthday, Arden my love. You are my dream now and always.

 

[Arden]

Dreams
by Edgar Allan Poe...

Happy Birthday, Arden my love. You are my dream now and always.

Anyone know where the Lost & Found department is?

 

[Arden]

In 1913, during a copper strike in Calumet, Michigan, company thugs disrupted a Christmas party for the miners' children by shouting "Fire!" and then locked all the doors. ...seventy-three children were trampled and smothered in the crush. Woody's ballad... was one of his most delicate, affecting, and personal works.

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1913 MASSACRE
Woody Guthrie

Take a trip with me in 1913
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall
Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.

I'll take you indoor, and up a high stair.
There's singin' and dancin', it's heard everywhere,
I'll let you shake hands with the people you see
And watch the kids dance round the big Christmas tree.

There's singin' and dancin' and songs in the air,
An' the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,
Before you know, you're friends with us all
And you're dancin' around and around in the hall.

You ask about work and you ask about pay;
They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day,
Just workin' the copper claims, riskin' their lives,
So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.

A little girl sits by the Christmas tree lights
To play piano, she gotta keep quiet.
To hear all this fun you would not realize
That the copper-boss thug-men are millin' outside.

The copper-thugs thugs [sic] stuck their heads through the door
One of them yelled and he screamed, "There's a fire!"
A lady, she hollered, "There's no such a thing!
Keep on with your party, there's no such thing."

A few people rushed, and it's only a few.
"It's just the scabs and the thugs foolin' you."
A man grabbed his daughter and he carried her down,
But the thugs held the door and he could not get out.

And then others followed, a hundred or more,
But most everybody remained on the floor.
The scabs and the thugs they still laughed at their joke,
And the children were smothered on the stairs by the door.

Such a terrible sight I never did see,
We carried our children back up to their tree.
The scabs and the thugs they still laughed at their spree,
And the children that died there were seventy-three.

The piano played a slow funeral tune,
But the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they weep and the miners they moan,
"See what your greed for money has done."

 

[Soron]

The piano played a slow funeral tune,
But the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,
The parents they weep and the miners they moan,
"See what your greed for money has done."

Woody was a true storyteller, miss Arden. Whether the news was good or bad. Thank you for that one.

 

[Arden]

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THE OLD TOILER'S MESSAGE
Joe Hill 1913

"Darling I am growing old'' --
So the toiler told his wife --
"Father Time the days have tolled
Of my usefulness in life.
Just tonight my master told me
He can't use me any more.
Oh, my darling, do not scold me,
When the wolf comes to our door.''

CHORUS:
To the scrap heap we are going
When we're overworked and old --
When our weary heads are showing
Silver threads among the gold.
"Darling, I am growing old --''
He once more his wife did tell --
"All my labor pow'r I've sold
I have nothing more to sell.
Though I'm dying from starvation
I shall shout with all my might
To the coming generation.
I shall shout with all my might --"

 

[Arden]

"Birth-Day (Love Made Real)"
Suzanne Vega

one thing I know
this pain will go

step through all that's left to feel
I wait to meet my love made real

don't move don't touch
don't talk so much

strip and find the place to kneel
I wait to meet my love made real

one thing I know
this day will go

don't touch don't talk crawl the wall
she's the ticket to the future don't listen down the hall
you can say your prayer to the head of this bed
when it begins at your knees and goes right to your head

birth-day

strap me down from wrist to heel
I wait to meet my love made real

one thing I know
this day will go

shake all over like an old sick dog
there's a needle here needle there tremble in the fog
it's a tight squeeze vice grip ice and fire
she's a hot little treasure and the wave goes higher

birth-day [X2]

 

[Ladybird]

Just popping in with hello hugs for Arden and Soron. It's great to see you both so happy...

 

[Soron]

Angel, The
by William Blake

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

 

[Soron]

Just popping in with hello hugs for Arden and Soron. It's great to see you both so happy...

Thank you, ma'am. A big hug right back atcha.

 

[Soron]

For my sweetheart

I love you because you love me,
And because you show me
Just how much…
In a thousand little ways.



I love you, Arden

 

[Arden]

I love you for a thousand little reasons,
And I want to spend a lifetime
Telling you what they are.
I love how the corners of your eyes
Crinkle when you smile.
I love the feel of your hands
On the small of my back.
I love your kindness-
All the favors you do for me
Without my having to ask.
I love your sense of humor-
How you can make me laugh
In spite of myself.
I love your strength,
And how safe I feel
When I’m with you.
I love you because you love me,
And because you show me
Just how much…
In a thousand little ways.

I love you, too

 

[Soron]

I've had a thing for William Blake lately...

Laughing Song
by William Blake

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!"

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, ha, he!"