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What are you listening to ?
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The rain ..
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Listening to a woman talk about 'As You Like It.'
Cross dressing was the norm, 400 years, ago.
(At least, on stage.) Prostitutes returned to the theatre,
when they decided to allow women to play women's roles.
With people dropping dead of "famishment," everything
and anything was sold. The same goes on, today.
Was Queen Victoria in denial ? Did Queen Elizabeth I
have an objection to female prostitutes ? Women were
liberated as we are, during Queen Elizabeth I's reign,
unless you were part of the Queen's court. Women had
property, owned a business, worked outside of the home.
Labored for a wage. Santa Claus started out as a man
who took pity on women who had no dower money.
A raped woman with no husband to cover her shame,
was at a disadvantage.
Later, calling a young woman 'Miss,' was an insult.
It was a woman's duty to be married, and gain the
respectable name of Missus.
With the number of drunken, out of control men,
careening in the streets, it was inevitable that a
woman would be raped. Some women dream of
knights and romance. The reality was rape. Then,
again, what was a rape, when compared with dying
of the plague ? Or, being torn apart by a pregnancy
gone wrong, or being burned as a witch ?
Is life any less brutal, than it was in the centuries
of the past ? Today, we have desperate refugees
running to the 21st century. Trying to escape rape,
slavery, forced marriage, labor without payment.
Who would have imagined that any woman would
meet the fate that doomed American Kayla Mueller,
in this day and age ?
Cross dressing was the norm, 400 years, ago.
(At least, on stage.) Prostitutes returned to the theatre,
when they decided to allow women to play women's roles.
With people dropping dead of "famishment," everything
and anything was sold. The same goes on, today.
Was Queen Victoria in denial ? Did Queen Elizabeth I
have an objection to female prostitutes ? Women were
liberated as we are, during Queen Elizabeth I's reign,
unless you were part of the Queen's court. Women had
property, owned a business, worked outside of the home.
Labored for a wage. Santa Claus started out as a man
who took pity on women who had no dower money.
A raped woman with no husband to cover her shame,
was at a disadvantage.
Later, calling a young woman 'Miss,' was an insult.
It was a woman's duty to be married, and gain the
respectable name of Missus.
With the number of drunken, out of control men,
careening in the streets, it was inevitable that a
woman would be raped. Some women dream of
knights and romance. The reality was rape. Then,
again, what was a rape, when compared with dying
of the plague ? Or, being torn apart by a pregnancy
gone wrong, or being burned as a witch ?
Is life any less brutal, than it was in the centuries
of the past ? Today, we have desperate refugees
running to the 21st century. Trying to escape rape,
slavery, forced marriage, labor without payment.
Who would have imagined that any woman would
meet the fate that doomed American Kayla Mueller,
in this day and age ?
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Aluris
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(Translation)
Somewhere, a voice calls, in the depths of my heart
May I always be dreaming, the dreams that move my heart
So many tears of sadness, uncountable through and through
I know on the other side of them I'll find you
Everytime we fall down to the ground we look up to the blue sky above
We wake to it's blueness, as for the first time
Though the road is long and lonely and the end far away, out of sight
I can with these two arms embrace the light
As I bid farewell my heart stops, in tenderness I feel
My silent empty body begins to listen to what is real
The wonder of living, the wonder of dying
The wind, town, and flowers, we all dance one unity
Somewhere a voice calls in the depths of my heart
keep dreaming your dreams, don't ever let them part
Why speak of all your sadness or of life's painfull woes
Instead let the same lips sing a gentle song for you
The whispering voice, we never want to forget,
in each passing memory always there to guide you
When a miror has been broken, shattered pieces scattered on the ground
Glimpses of new life, reflected all around
Window of beginning, stillness, new light of the dawn
Let my silent, empty body be filled and reborn
No need to search outside, nor sail across the sea
Cause here shining inside me, it's right here inside me
I've found a brightness, it's always with me
Somewhere, a voice calls, in the depths of my heart
May I always be dreaming, the dreams that move my heart
So many tears of sadness, uncountable through and through
I know on the other side of them I'll find you
Everytime we fall down to the ground we look up to the blue sky above
We wake to it's blueness, as for the first time
Though the road is long and lonely and the end far away, out of sight
I can with these two arms embrace the light
As I bid farewell my heart stops, in tenderness I feel
My silent empty body begins to listen to what is real
The wonder of living, the wonder of dying
The wind, town, and flowers, we all dance one unity
Somewhere a voice calls in the depths of my heart
keep dreaming your dreams, don't ever let them part
Why speak of all your sadness or of life's painfull woes
Instead let the same lips sing a gentle song for you
The whispering voice, we never want to forget,
in each passing memory always there to guide you
When a miror has been broken, shattered pieces scattered on the ground
Glimpses of new life, reflected all around
Window of beginning, stillness, new light of the dawn
Let my silent, empty body be filled and reborn
No need to search outside, nor sail across the sea
Cause here shining inside me, it's right here inside me
I've found a brightness, it's always with me
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Lets Stay Together
Al Green
1971
(I am an ancient wench.)
Al Green
1971
(I am an ancient wench.)
BotanyBoy
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Tire tracks all across your back
I can see you had your fun
I can see you had your fun
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Shakespeare Uncovered
Derek Jacobi examines "Richard II," which he starred in for the BBC in 1978. He details the political aspects of the play that still resonate in the modern age, and coaches actors at the Globe who are acting in it.
Derek Jacobi examines "Richard II," which he starred in for the BBC in 1978. He details the political aspects of the play that still resonate in the modern age, and coaches actors at the Globe who are acting in it.
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It's made me dance all over the apartment!
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I've been spinning the new Ben Folds record a lot since I picked it up on Tuesday.
All be listening to a blues band in the studio all weekend.
All be listening to a blues band in the studio all weekend.
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45 years ago today
http://youtu.be/EKqdTAf0io4
Lyrics to The Ballad of Jimi
"This is a song dedicated to the memory of my best friend. His name was Jimi."
Me and my best friend travelled down life's highway.
We talked of how things should be,
Of peace and love for you and me.
Of a life without hate.
Of a life filled with love.
On that first day, he played my guitar.
Somehow I knew, we travelled far,
We travelled fine, his distant star.
Many things he would try,
For he knew soon he'd die.
Oh, why did it happen?
All the sadness, he is gone.
But he left us something that time can't erase.
Now he's loved by us all.
Yes, he's loved by us all.
That is my story. It has no end.
Now Jimi's gone, he's not alone.
His memory still lives on.
Like the fox that he named,
Though they still gained less pain.
Five years, this he said.
He's not gone, he's just dead.
http://youtu.be/EKqdTAf0io4
Lyrics to The Ballad of Jimi
"This is a song dedicated to the memory of my best friend. His name was Jimi."
Me and my best friend travelled down life's highway.
We talked of how things should be,
Of peace and love for you and me.
Of a life without hate.
Of a life filled with love.
On that first day, he played my guitar.
Somehow I knew, we travelled far,
We travelled fine, his distant star.
Many things he would try,
For he knew soon he'd die.
Oh, why did it happen?
All the sadness, he is gone.
But he left us something that time can't erase.
Now he's loved by us all.
Yes, he's loved by us all.
That is my story. It has no end.
Now Jimi's gone, he's not alone.
His memory still lives on.
Like the fox that he named,
Though they still gained less pain.
Five years, this he said.
He's not gone, he's just dead.
gotsnowgotslush
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Sam Stone came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....
John Prine
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....
Sam Stone's welcome home
Didn't last too long.
He went to work when he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...
Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes' hill
There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don't stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....
John Prine
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Keef has new stuff
http://www.billboard.com/articles/c...e-influence-documentary-toronto-film-festival
Talking about old stuff, on film...
http://www.billboard.com/articles/c...e-influence-documentary-toronto-film-festival
Talking about old stuff, on film...
magicalmoments
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Run for the Roses by Dan Fogleberg on Pandora
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on youtube
To Scale: The Solar System
"We are on a marble, floating in the middle of nothing."
On a dry lakebed in Nevada, a group of friends build the first scale model of the solar system with complete planetary orbits: a true illustration of our place in the universe.
A film by Wylie Overstreet and Alex Gorosh
"...they measured out and set up a scale model of the Sun and planets (not including Pluto, don’t tell Alan Stern) including their respective circular orbits. They then shot time-lapse images of their illuminated cars driving around the orbits. The resulting video is educational, mesmerizing, beautiful, and overall a wonderful demonstration of the staggering scale of space in the Solar System."
http://www.universetoday.com/122421...tem-like-youve-never-seen-before/#more-122421
To Scale: The Solar System
"We are on a marble, floating in the middle of nothing."
On a dry lakebed in Nevada, a group of friends build the first scale model of the solar system with complete planetary orbits: a true illustration of our place in the universe.
A film by Wylie Overstreet and Alex Gorosh
"...they measured out and set up a scale model of the Sun and planets (not including Pluto, don’t tell Alan Stern) including their respective circular orbits. They then shot time-lapse images of their illuminated cars driving around the orbits. The resulting video is educational, mesmerizing, beautiful, and overall a wonderful demonstration of the staggering scale of space in the Solar System."
http://www.universetoday.com/122421...tem-like-youve-never-seen-before/#more-122421
SynnR_SainT
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Sons of Anarchy play in the background.
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Aphro
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Bloody fucking murder bro!
I'm pretty sure a cougar just killed some shit down by the creek again.........
I'm hoping that shit is animal and not human!
We get coyotes here, and the sound they make creeps me out. I cannot imagine cougars.
BotanyBoy
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Yea it was animal....still gory sounding as hell though.
Cougars make lots of different sounds + occasionally hear them catching dinner. They are cool but they make me certainly on full alert come twilight hours. The only time I've ever seen one in broad daylight it was running from a forest fire....otherwise it's always been around the darker side of dusk/dawn when I hear/see them.
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pointless
¿por qué no?
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Nina Simone - "Feeling Good"
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